Chapter 4: A Shared Struggle

We'll give you a hand.

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The Vandenreich exists in the shadow of the Seireitei.

If the Royal Palace falls and the Seireitei is destroyed, we'll have problems too.

We'll help you guys build the gate to the Royal Palace. In return, take us to the Royal Palace with you.

We're gonna go kill Yhwach for abandoning us!

I see...

Is that you, Bazz-B...? What do you think you're doing?

What am I doing? Shouldn't you be asking how I'm still alive? Huh?!

I see... Those wounds, they are not from the enemy, but from His Majesty's Auswählen. So you were not chosen.

Not just me. You guys were the only ones who were chosen. The rest of us went through Auswählen across the board.

We were wiped out.

And the ones who managed to hide and avoid the light lost their Voll Stern Dich. The ones who couldn't lost their lives altogether.

I see. You have my sympathy.

Your sympathy? You gotta be kiddin' me.

You knew this would happen. Am I wrong?

Why even ask? If I told you I didn't, would you believe me?

I would. With what we've been through, why wouldn't I, Jugo?

Bazz-B...

Call me Bazz! Like you used to!

Burner Finger...Two!!

I guess answering your questions won't do.

Take a look outside. It'll be dark soon.

When the night comes and His Majesty sleeps, His Majesty's and your powers will be switched. I'm gonna kill His Majesty's power.

Along with you, the traitor. Ain't that right, Jugo?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You want me, The Bazz, to name himself first? Identify yourself first, you white leek face!

So you're called Bazz. I'm Jugram. Jugram Haschwalth.

Why are you following me?

Why? Because! A pitiful kid like you could never catch anything, so I was watching over you!

You're right... I still can't make a Heilig Bogen (Sacred Bow) like you... I am pitiful.

Are you crazy Jugo?! That's not true! This is because I'm a genius!

Nobody our age can make something like this! None of your friends can, right?!

I don't know... I don't really have any.

And...you mind not calling me Jugo? I don't like it.

Why? What do your parents call you then?

I don't have parents. I live with my uncle.

Then what does your uncle call you?

What does it matter? Why should I tell you?

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Jugo, from today on, you're my minion.

Don't worry about what the grown-ups say. I'll teach you everything you need to know.

Let's become the ultimate Quincies, Jugo.