Machete Girl: This, is there really such an agreement?
Doujin Artist: Of course not, don't listen to his nonsense!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Exactly, how could there be such an agreement! It sounds so strange!
Curly-haired Guy: Tsk, the reason you think it's strange is that you don't agree with it at all! Don't think I, Gin-san, don't know what you women are thinking! On the surface, you say you don't care about the new era, but in your minds, you're probably all thinking about completing this thing before Konan-chan, right?
Doujin Artist: Th-that's not true.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Like I said before, I just hope Konan doesn't go down a criminal path.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Right, right! That's all we're thinking, Anzen-san is still young after all.
Curly-haired Guy: Heh, that's what it is! That's a typical case of saying one thing and meaning another, right? As girls, I think you should be more honest.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Interesting, what right does a pervert like you have to say we women aren't honest?
Doujin Artist: You're the least honest, pretending to be a bit proud and standoffish when you're clearly a pervert. Isn't that disgusting?
Curly-haired Guy: Proud and standoffish my butt, when have I, Gin-san, ever been proud and standoffish?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: He's really scared of ghosts, but he says he's a materialist, wouldn't that be considered being proud and standoffish?
Machete Girl: Haha, Gin-san says he's a materialist?
Katsura Kotonoha almost laughed out loud. How can a materialist be as superstitious as him? He even washes his hands and face to get rid of bad luck before opening a red envelope?
The Evil One of Soul Society: He's only like one-tenth materialist. He'll be materialist about the things that benefit him.
Curly-haired Guy: Crap, how did you guys end up attacking me, Gin-san again? Are we even talking about being materialist or not? You're completely off topic, hey!
Doujin Artist: That's because you led us astray. We weren't planning on competing with Konan-nee for Anzen-san anyway. After all, in this group, Konan-nee has put in the most effort for Anzen-san.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: That's right, we all respect Konan-nee.
Curly-haired Guy: Heh, you don't mean what you say.
Looking at the chat messages in the group, Uchiha Madara really wanted to complain. Did anyone ask him what he thought about this whole "first time" thing?
And most importantly, he didn't even say he wanted to start a harem, right? How did things develop this way?
The corner of his mouth twitched, but Uchiha Madara wisely remained silent. He knew that it was completely useless to try to argue at times like this. Let them go wild.
Boom.
Just as he was thinking this, a figure slammed into the ground in mid-air.
It was Hirako Shinji with his blonde bob, lying in a deep crater, with a few streaks of blood seeping from his forehead.
As Hoshigaki Kisame had predicted, he was able to overwhelm Grimjow in the early stages of the battle. But his mask, like Kurosaki Ichigo in the story, wasn't suitable for a drawn-out fight.
Maintaining the mask consumed too much spiritual pressure, which made him very passive.
"Hmph, what's wrong?" Grimjow, already in his Resurrection state, landed lightly, staring at Hirako Shinji and saying, "If that mask disappears, is that all you're capable of? If that's the case, then just die!" He raised his right arm, spreading his fingers apart.
Like a bolt of lightning, Grimjow shot in front of Hirako Shinji, reaching towards his heart.
Bang.
At the critical moment, a long sword suddenly blocked Grimjow's attack. At the same time, two more people came at Grimjow from both sides.
What?
Grimjow's pupils shrank, and he retreated. But at this moment, a huge club suddenly crashed down on him, hitting his back hard.
Boom.
A heavy thud.
Grimjow's entire body was blasted away like a cannonball, tearing through the entire district. Everywhere he went, tall buildings collapsed, and a cloud of dust filled the air.
"Hey." Standing in front of Hirako Shinji, blocking the blade for him, was Hiyori, with her two small pigtails. "Are you okay, baldy!"
Besides her, the other Visoreds, Yadōmaru Risa, Muguruma Kensei, and Aikawa Rouju, also revealed themselves.
"How could I be okay?" Hirako Shinji struggled to sit up, and picked at his ears. "He's just a small fry, I could've handled him myself."
"Handle it my butt!" Hiyori jumped up, kicking Hirako Shinji in the head. "Getting beat up like this by such a small fry, and you have the nerve to say that?"
"No, I think the damage you did to him might be even worse." Aikawa Love said from the side.
"I was just testing him, testing." Hirako Shinji said casually, despite having a giant shoe print on his face. "We don't know anything about Aizen's subordinates, shouldn't we learn about their exact capabilities? You're too anxious, Hiyori."
"Huh?" Hiyori grabbed Hirako Shinji's collar, shouting, "Is that how you treat your savior? And I didn't see you learning anything at all, all I saw was you, the idiot, getting beat up!"
"Tch, you just didn't see the beginning." Hirako Shinji scoffed, "I haven't even released my zanpakuto yet."
"Even if your zanpakuto isn't released, this guy's strength can't be underestimated." Muguruma Kensei frowned, looking at Grimjow, who was struggling to stand up not far away. "Is this one of Aizen's Espada?"
"You bunch of bastards, there are so many of you?" Grimjow's body was almost completely tattered, but he still showed no signs of backing down. He gritted his teeth, crossed his arms, and resolutely took up an attacking stance. "This is fun, this is very fun!"
"Being tricked by that guy into fighting for him, and you still don't plan on giving up." Yadōmaru Risa held her long sword tightly, her tone rather complicated. "It's also quite sad."
"Well, I'll just go ahead and finish him off." Aikawa Rouju pulled his right hand across his face, and an evil-looking hollow mask instantly covered his entire face.
"Even if I die, I'll bite off a piece of your bone!" Grimjow grinned, rushing towards Aikawa Rouju.
In reality, the true state of the sixth Espada was that he was running on fumes.
The spiritual pressure inside his body was almost completely drained, and the bones all over his body were creaking. He didn't even reach Aikawa Rouju before falling to the ground.
"D-damn it!" Grimjow tried to get up, but found that he couldn't.
"Looks like you've reached your limit, do you have any last words?" Aikawa Rouju raised his thick club high in the air, walking slowly towards him.
Buzz.
Just as he finished speaking, an unmatched spiritual pressure suddenly crushed down from the sky.
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