[After getting hit by Yammy Llargo's Bala] You mean do I have a defence? Truth is, I’ve never really had any plans against any attacks. I just knew I had to win so I did. That’s my plan. I don’t care if you’re higher ranked than the other Espadas' were, to me it’s all the same. I’ve gotta defeat you so I’ll find a way to do it. Simple.
Oh, I almost forgot. In the event that anyone besides big-headed Near or the deluded murderer is reading these notes, then I should at least perform the basic courtesy of introducing myself, here at the end of the prologue. I am your narrator, your navigator, your storyteller. For anyone else but those two, my identity may be of no interest, but I am the old world's runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, Mihael Keehl. I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago.