Ulquiorra's eyes turned to fix on Gin at the comment. He hadn't lingered to see the damage the thrown lanza would do, but he'd known it hadn't been sufficient to destroy the thing. Looking at it now, the damage to the environment had been extensive.
Had it been sufficient to harm the Weapon? He could only know by finding it.
"It's still here," he said, his voice low, and dull. It had left the immediate vicinity, obviously opting not to linger at the battleground itself, but it had not returned to hiding its reiatsu.
If he could sense it, it could almost certainly sense him. Would it return to finish the job even though he was no longer with Ienzo-san? It hadn't been interested in him, but after he'd attacked it, perhaps, if Aizen-sama's book was correct, it would perceive him as a threat in need of elimination.
He let the Garganta close behind himself and Gin and looked around at the horizon. In the distance, some way from the devastation of the battleground, barely visible, something stuck up into the air from the ground, waving slowly in a breeze that didn't exist where Ulquiorra stood.
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Had it been sufficient to harm the Weapon? He could only know by finding it.
"It's still here," he said, his voice low, and dull. It had left the immediate vicinity, obviously opting not to linger at the battleground itself, but it had not returned to hiding its reiatsu.
If he could sense it, it could almost certainly sense him. Would it return to finish the job even though he was no longer with Ienzo-san? It hadn't been interested in him, but after he'd attacked it, perhaps, if Aizen-sama's book was correct, it would perceive him as a threat in need of elimination.
He let the Garganta close behind himself and Gin and looked around at the horizon. In the distance, some way from the devastation of the battleground, barely visible, something stuck up into the air from the ground, waving slowly in a breeze that didn't exist where Ulquiorra stood.