"Lord Aizen, please! Give me permission to execute this traitor!” Tosen pleaded, his deep hatred for Grimmjow on full display in his mannerisms, his face stone-cold beneath his eye mask.

"Kaname." Aizen replied on his throne, a silent command for Tosen to calm down.

"Ngh,” Grimmjow would slap away Tosen’s arm, smirking at him condescendingly. "Nice try, Tosen. You’ve always hated me, that’s what this fuss is about, isn’t it?" Grimmjow would lean forward, his demeanor shifting to an angered one. "Is this any way for a director general to act, Tosen?!"

"I simply believe that anyone that disrupts the peace should have to pay for it. It’s not personal." Tosen replied calmly, his head towards the floor in front of him.

"You would kill me for insubordination?"

"Yes. For the honor of Lord Aizen."

Grimmjow reeled back, letting out a bark of laughter. "Why am I not surprised? All you ever think about is the cause."

"Of course. It guides my actions." Tosen grabbed the hilt of his zanpakuto, preparing for something. "Something of which you have no knowledge. With no moral foundation behind it. Killing is nothing more than… murder," Tosen explains, unsheathing his zanpakuto.

Grimmjow eyes Tosen, his expression tense.

"But on the other hand, killing with purpose," Tosen fully unsheathes his zanpakuto, cleanly slicing off Grimmjow’s left arm. "Is justice."

Grimmjow’s now severed arm fell onto the cold ground, as he yelled in a desperate voice.

"Huddle, 54! High end!" Tosen recites an ability of his, as a purple energy blast flew from his zanpakuto and towards the severed arm, impacting it and igniting it, burning it into nothingness.

"Damn, damn, damn, damnit!" Grimmjow shouted, huddled over and clutching his shoulder. He’d glare at Tosen, his expression one of pure, unfiltered rage.