E ar-grating vocals, engrossed with ghosting laceworks contrived by naught but an egoistical dissonance, incites the adolescent to forthwith elevate his weary eyes from his paperwork to settle their inimical attention ‘pon their proprietor’s uninvited presence. - Antenor Luppi, an antagonist long-forgotten up to this trying instant. He’s inadvertently hearkened numerous rumors uttered by officers that Kurotsuchi, the deranged captain of the Twelve division, had garnered fallen Arrancars after the winter war’s conclusion, modifying them as he deems suitable for his partiality, to utilize privately for untold objectives. Which explicates this one’s unseemly attendance. “ Antenor. “ Vigilance ever-present, he recollects the terminal words exchanged 'tween them; the issued threat with which was bitterly spoken ‘fore a pillar of golden illuminance came to embody the vexation whole.“ You’re not welcomed here. “

“If you plan on standing there and gawking, you may as well make yourself useful, Antenor. You are familiar with how to do such, I hope. I understand if it is a foreign concept for you.”