From his perch on a nearby parked car, Ishimatsu Noburo observed his allies' bickering. While he would ordinarily be in the midst of this, Hideyoshi had just killed a man who'd quite obviously had no chance rankled Ishimatsu, and all subsequent arguments seemed to justify the action. Noburo had no problem with killing an opponent if necessary, but couldn't stand unfair fights. The shinigami's decapitation had been far from 'fair'.

Idly, Noburo's attention drifted back to the copy of Hume in his hand. His mask had been removed at the earliest opportunity, and dangled from his neck, allowing him a better view of his current book. He didn't make it particularly far before Hideyoshi had annoyed him sufficiently to provoke a comment.

"Well yeah," he called, to the more compressed knot of the group. "Kill stronger n' stronger ones, and eventually it won't even be murder. How long before they send someone we can pit the kid against?" He indicated Nguyen with a wave of his book, declaring the young man more of a 'kid' than Shiotani, despite appearances.

Ishimatsu didn't have any [i]moral[/i] qualms with killing, beyond the unfairness and lack of consent. After all, everyone he'd associated with in his life was a killer of some sort or another. Still, provoking Hideyoshi might yield a spar, eventually. He was also genuinely curious about when decent opponents would present themselves. Most likely, Sereitei would send members of the top twenty of any given squad to investigate this, if not lieutenants. That skill level would be a good fight for the weaker Jacks, but Noburo himself would have to wait until [i]they[/i] were also defeated before anyone genuinely interesting showed up. The inefficiency of this plan as regarded his own ends bothered him.