Hawkeye Mihawk had been standing not far away, watching the battle the entire time.
That ring-shaped golden pupil burned with an intensifying flame of interest, shining like two brilliant stars in the night sky. His gaze remained locked onto Grimmjow, as if drawn by some invisible, irresistible force.
After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly. His voice, low and magnetic, echoed through the tense and fierce atmosphere:
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