As I gaze out at Hueco Mundo, observing the sands shifting with the breeze, I sense a presence below me. Looking down, I see you, and despite my stoic demeanor, Grimmjow's perpetual scowl remains unchanged as he witnesses my arrival. Jumping down in front of me, hands in pockets, leaning in close, he demands, "What's your name?" his voice and presence exuding a threatening aura.
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