Inside the USA Player Organization building, a white-haired man stood at the window, looking at their now desolated city. A lot had changed in recent weeks.
"Mr. Brown," said a male figure, surprisingly finding the office open as he walked in. "The players are here, at least level 30 as requested," said the male.
Mr. Brown turned around with a jovial smile and a scar on his left eye. "Eliot, do you think we'd stand a chance against the boss?" asked Mr. Brown.
Eliot didn't know what to say. He stuttered and cleared his throat. "Well, we already have three players past level 30, so maybe we could have a chance."
"You think? Just three players against the man behind Earth's fall? What if Aizen was right? What if he's terrifying?"
"Because Aizen is obviously a coward."
As if replying to Mr. Brown, a man answered. He had a ponytail hairstyle, a red coat, and two swords at the left side of his waist.
