Grimmjow was taking a nap in the palace. He wasn't sleeping in a bed; he usually slept on a stool with his legs crossed and his hand supporting his cheek.
Under the soft lighting, the lake-green eyeshadow subtly shimmered.
He wasn't as agitated when he was asleep; he was like a sleeping leopard, making you want to run your fingers through his hair.
winter.
The Sonído noise made him open his eyes and see the corpses of Shawlong and Di Luoyin below, blood flowing from their chests and splattering on the ground.
His child-like eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't stay seated any longer, but stood up, his feet on the ground, and asked, "Who did this?"
Shawlong thought for a moment and said truthfully, "It was Pesche who made the move. I'm just a little confused as to why Di Luoyin was so angry and went after Pesche."
"I told you long ago, weak and short-tempered guys can't survive in Hueco Mundo, but he wouldn't listen."
Grimmjow walked down the steps in a few steps.
Shawlong quickly placed Di Luoyin's body on the ground and took a step back.
He walked by without giving it a second glance, and casually Bala Di-Roy into dust with a feint.
Shawlong raised an eyebrow, turned his head and asked, " Grimmjow, where do you want to go?"
"Is that even a question? Just take care of the guys he hasn't dealt with yet."
Grimmjow didn't turn back; the Sonído disappeared from there.
Pesche returned to the palace of the Fourth Espada, a vertical wound on his chest, blood dripping onto the ground.
"Ni," he uttered just one word.
A sudden chill ran down his back, colder than running naked outside in the dead of winter. His pupils dilated, and his heart felt as if it were gripped by Shinigami, giving him the illusion of stopping.
The shadow cast on the ground was stepped on by a pair of feet, and a sharp left hand reached straight for the heart without any unnecessary words.
Smack
A hand grasped Grimmjow's wrist from the side, its fingertips lingering on Pesche's back, creating a gust of wind that whipped up his long, lake-green hair.
Nelliel's gray-brown eyes widened, and the rose-colored markings on her face darkened under the cold killing intent, like a sky shrouded in dark clouds. She growled, " Grimmjow!"
Do you really want to die?!
"Haha, that's a really good expression."
Grimmjow grinned, letting out a maniacal laugh, his emotions rising even higher. He gripped the Zanpakuto in his right hand and drew it, swinging it with a single blow.
Nelliel did not back down. She was not warlike, but she would never shy away from a fight, especially one to protect her family.
She has the courage to stand up even when facing the whole world.
Bang!
Their blades clashed, the powerful Reiatsu tearing through the atmosphere. The resulting gale swept Pesche away, sending him tumbling through the air several times as he cried out, "Wait! Lady Nelliel! Lord Grimmjow! It's all a misunderstanding!"
Nelliel glanced at him distractedly, then stopped arguing with Grimmjow. Sonído behind Pesche, caught him with one hand, and asked gently, " Pesche, are you alright?"
"Such a minor injury is nothing to worry about."
Pesche wanted to show off his good health, so he jumped down quickly, but this aggravated his injuries, and blood spurted out.
The person immediately deflated.
Nelliel's anger surged, and the Reiatsu she released became increasingly terrifying. She demanded, "Who injured you?"
Before Pesche could answer, someone else answered for him, "Before saying that, Lady Nelliel should ask why he was injured."
Shawlong Sonído this spot and stood in front of Grimmjow to prevent the conflict from escalating further.
It is never wise to start a war out of momentary anger.
Nelliel didn't soften as she said, "I know Pesche; he's never the type to start trouble. You must have struck first."
"No, he killed Di Roy first. That guy was weak, but he was also a partner who had been with us for hundreds of years."
Shawlong stated this fact.
Nelliel didn't believe her and glared at her, saying, "You're talking nonsense."
Pesche said with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Uh, Lady Nelliel, Di Luoyin did indeed die by my sword."
"..."
A brief silence fell over the air. Nelliel faltered; she transformed from a cool, assertive woman into an innocent young girl, turning around and stammering, "Eh? Pei, Pesche, why?"
Pesche quickly said, "I didn't intend to kill Di Luoyin at first; I just wanted to stop him from carrying out sword liberation in the residential area."
Unexpectedly, he deliberately walked right into my knife, turning a minor wound into a fatal one.
At this point, Pesche explained, "Before I drew my sword, I warned him repeatedly not to act recklessly, but he wouldn't listen. It was as if he had some deep-seated grudge against me and was determined to kill me, even using Cero open the roof."
Nelliel's panicked heart instantly regained its confidence, and she stood there with her chest out again, saying, "You all heard it, Pesche was acting purely in self-defense."
Shawlong seemed thoughtful, and felt that Pesche didn't seem to be lying. He asked, "Why were you there?"
"Because of Lilith."
Pesche replied, "I was on vacation today, and while I was contemplating the meaning of life on the rooftop, a piece of paper floated down, inviting me to a secret rendezvous in that house."
"She is a very beautiful woman."
Shawlong asked expressionlessly, "Why hasn't she appeared?"
"She went out to buy oranges; we'll have to make sure she gets proper compensation for the damage to her house later."
Pesche replied with a regretful expression, saying that he thought there was something fishy about the matter, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with Lillia.
"..." Shawlong finally realized that there was a high possibility that this guy was being used. He was still worried about Lilith's house compensation. If he wasn't mistaken, Lilith was the key to everything.
Someone is deliberately trying to stir up trouble among the Espada.
" Grimmjow, you should understand."
"Um."
Grimmjow nodded, sheathed his sword, looked at Nelliel and Pesche in front of him, and asked, "Do you really think you can prolong the existence of Hollows by relying on those boring comics?"
Arrancar to Kisuke Urahara's research, Arrancar are capable of reproduction.
Nelliel answered his question earnestly, saying, "Love and peace are the main themes of future development."
"Ha ha."
Grimmjow burst into laughter, wondering if she had truly lost her mind. Could the words "love" and "peace" possibly be associated with something unrealistic?
Even after evolving into Arrancar, the void within it remains unfilled.
Even though the Espada have the Hōgyoku filling the voids, the essence remains largely unchanged.
"How boring." Grimmjow said this, Sonído to the Sixth Espada's palace, walked up the steps, and sat down in a high-backed chair.
Shortly after, Shawlong appeared in the hall. "It seems we need to find out who's behind this."
"There's no need."
Grimmjow replied, having already made up his mind.
Nelliel's love and peace are a deadly poison to him, who craves battle.
"Get Edrad, Nakeem, Yylfordt ready. Let's begin the battle."
Shawlong frowned and said, "If we declare war directly, we will face the combined forces of two Espada."
"Don't worry, the guys hiding in the back won't let the fighting stop so quickly. My goal is to defeat Nelliel."
Grimmjow saw things clearly, but he didn't care. If he could win, he would have plenty of opportunities to deal with the people behind the scenes.
If we can't win, then there's no point in talking about the future.
"Are we really going to do this?" Shawlong still had some concerns, feeling that the plan was too risky.
Grimmjow said expressionlessly, " Shawlong, do you remember? When you found out you couldn't advance to Vasto Lorde, you said you'd make me eat you."
Shawlong nodded and said, "Mm."
"Me too. If I can't continue to improve, I'd rather die."
Grimmjow's words silenced Shawlong.