"Have these Shinigami got nothing better to do? At first, they only came once every two or three years, but lately, they've been conducting a major purge every month. Don't our lives count as lives? Just as expected of Shinigami—the gods who bring death."
"They deserve to be called gods? What a joke. They're nothing more than cold-blooded butchers."
"That's why we need to teach them a lesson."
There were three Menos Grande leading the group, all of them Adjuchas-class.
Behind them followed many smaller Hollows, glaring hungrily at the 2nd Division passing before them.
"Our living space is getting smaller and smaller. At this rate, sooner or later we'll be forced into a corner. We have to fight back." The bird-shaped Menos Grande waved its fist.
"If we want to survive, we could join Las Noches!" another Menos Grande beside it said.
"I was already not free when I was alive. If I still have to be bound by others after dying, then this life would be far too pathetic. I'll never become anyone's subordinate. Freedom is my true nature. Anyone afraid of dying can get the hell out. Those who aren't afraid, stay and pull off something big with me. See that woman leading them? Her Reiatsu is powerful. If we eat her, we might be able to advance to Vastolorde. If we become Vastolorde, even the King of Hueco Mundo's people will have to treat us with respect."
Which was more important, survival or freedom?
After pondering for a moment, some Hollows chose to leave.
Only by living could they enjoy a free life. If they died, they would truly have nothing left.
But those who remained were all fearless of death.
"Very good. Now for my strategy." The bird-shaped Menos Grande said, "I've been observing these