Chapter 3: Real Feelings

The form of death that symbolizes you must be like Grimmjow's.

That is why you were chosen to be the successor even though there were other candidates like Dordoni and Cirucci.

I won't let you say you had no idea. You are only capable of making connections through destruction.

If the holes drilled into us Hollows are representative of something we lack, then you, or should I say the two of you, can only fill that void through the means of destruction.

The fact that you hate Grimmjow deep down within your heart is simply the hatred towards your kinsmen.

Now, you are more worthy of being Sexta. You should take pity on him.

Although, if you carelessly kill Grimmjow, I can make good use of his corpse.

So you can relax and do whatever your heart desires.

As long as you carry that number, you will be on the dispensing end of destruction.

What?

Tch, you got me good, Luppi!

What the... Why?! How are you still standing?! Even the Soul Reaper captains were helpless against that poison!

Ah, that Arrancar has a resistance.

It seems he was afflicted by some special poison but survived.

I'm very intrigued as to what poison it was.

That was a pretty sly move. But I get it. If someone like you wants to kill me, you have to resort to any means necessary.

I'll beat them all before punching in that smug face of yours.

*Sigh* I guess poison isn't my thing. I'm no Szayelaporro.

Fine, Grimmjow. Bring it on.

If I want to shred you into pieces, I need to take you head on!