Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

[Your understanding of Hakudo has improved, and you have perfectly mastered Hakudo No. 88: Flying Dragon Strike Thief Thunder Cannon!]

[Your understanding of Binding Arts has improved, and you have perfectly mastered Binding Arts No. 61: Six-Staff Light Prison!]

That's it?

When Naraku accepted the contribution made at the cost of Gosuke's life, his first thought was that it was a bit too stingy.

The dignified captain, the ninth Kenpachi, only has a sin value of a little over a thousand.

Not to mention Arturo, he's not even as good as some of the lower-ranking nobles imprisoned in the True Central Prison.

Compared to those sinners who commit crimes involving thousands or tens of thousands of people at a time, Gosuke is far too kind.

Naraku Sora frowned as he looked at the shadow on the ground, which resembled a mud pit.

He had seen a similar ability before in his battle with Yanluo Jingdian, and at first he thought it was his junior brother Kyoraku Shunsui's Katen Kyokotsu.

Now it seems more like Tsuna's ability to take the bamboo shoot.

The Shikai ability of Katen Kyokotsu is to bring children's games to life. Although it can also kill enemies through shadows, it is essentially a rule of the game.

In contrast, the pitch-black environment seems to be a perfect use of shadows.

It's not hard to see from the probing of the Flying Dragon Strike Thief Thunder Cannon that although Tsunayoshiro Taketori is also very strong, his strength is limited.

Since that's the case, then I don't need to pretend to be cautious and brave anymore.

Naraku grinned, lightning and fire erupted, and his Shunpo speed increased several times over, moving through the dark shadows like a real bolt of lightning.

It tore apart the layers of obstacles that were climbing up from beneath its feet.

Finally, under terrified gazes, he raised his Zanpakuto high.

A cold glint suddenly appeared.

With a loud bang, the elderly figure was sent flying backward, crashing into the ceiling. The sticky black shadow spread and writhed violently, impossible to pry off.

The shadowy figure neutralized the violent power, eliminating most of the impact.

Naraku Sora raised his head, glancing sideways at the figure shrouded in darkness on the ceiling, his face full of curiosity.

"He looked very surprised."

"Old man, with all five of your support units gone, you don't actually think I can't even beat you, do you?"

In his hand, the Zanpakuto trembled slightly, and patterns resembling electrical circuits appeared on his skin, with crackling arcs of electricity swirling around it.

Although this change is not obvious in Naraku's current appearance, it still makes the shadowy figure move faster, as if it were alive.

Tsuna's eyes were filled with apprehension as he looked at Taketori.

Whether it's ranged Kido or close-quarters combat, this kid is ridiculously strong.

No wonder the Five Aids were defeated by him.

Sometimes I really envy that old guy Yamamoto Shigekuni; he can recruit such outstanding disciples so easily.

As the blade rose, the burning figure stepped forward, and before anyone knew it, it was almost upon them.

The moment Tsunayoshi Taketori's pupils constricted, a deafening roar erupted.

A deafening roar suddenly swept across the blade, which was crackling with lightning, and spread outwards.

An unprecedented chill instantly enveloped Tsunayoshi Taketori's soul, causing him to instinctively raise an endless shadow in front of him.

Then everything went black.

It looked like it had been hit by a meteorite.

The black shadows splattered in all directions like mud splatters, the Zanpakuto in his hand trembled uncontrollably, and the skin on his hand cracked and was stained with blood.

But he managed to block that terrifying slash.

Despite being the head of the Tsunayo family, he still possesses a wealth of combat experience that ordinary Shinigami cannot match, a precious asset accumulated over thousands of years.

It will also be the key to turning the tide!

flaw!

A light seemed to gleam in Tsunayoshi Taketori's eyes, and countless arms suddenly stretched out from the shadows that had fallen to the ground, frantically clinging to Naraku Sora's body.

A heavy pressure suddenly struck.

"A thunderous carriage, the gaps in a spinning wheel, this object where light gathers and splits into six!"

"Binding Spell Sixty-One: The Six-Staff Light Prison!"

Without any hesitation, the moment the incantation of the demonic path rang out, Tsunayoshi Taketori's palm struck out, and the long-awaited binding spell, combined with the black shadow, instantly imprisoned Naraku in place.

Without hesitation, the next step is to seize this hard-won opportunity and launch a counterattack.

The blade, imbued with spiritual pressure, rose up, and Tsuna gripped Taketori's hands tightly, unleashing all of his spiritual pressure and power.

Slash it down!

when!

The metal clashed, the Zanpakuto trembled violently, and a mournful cry rang out. The ten fingers of Tsunayoshi Taketori suddenly cracked open, trembling slightly.

He stared in astonishment at the figure before him.

The black shadows and six-stalk light prison originally used for restraint were completely shattered in the face of the surging lightning and flames, replaced by an extremely powerful aura.

Like a demon emerging from hell, his figure, crackling with electricity, slashed away the incoming Zanpakuto, raising the blade with a ferocious smile.

Tang bamboo.

A downward slash.

The high-pitched, heavy blows overlapped, transforming into the deafening roar of a torrential downpour. Each strike made Tsunayoshi Taketori tremble with fear, and intense despair gradually consumed his soul.

There are no fancy tricks, just simple and straightforward numbers.

Follow up with a basic attack with a normal attack.

Without mercy or hesitation, he inflicted cruel punishment on Tsunayoshi Taketori in front of him.

Until the aftershocks spread and the Yuqian Hall collapsed with a roar, the ground shattered and cracked, and the outer ghostly barrier burst open with cracks.

Thick dust suddenly dispersed, obscuring the sky and the sun.

But it vanished suddenly amidst the crackling lightning.

Naraku lowered his head and looked at the enemy in front of him.

It has ended.

Even with the shadowy figure protecting him, the half-kneeling Taketori was still covered in blood, with thick blood seeping from his mouth, nose, and eyes.

The arms that held the Zanpakuto were broken and twisted, revealing bones covered with shocking cracks.

Naraku showed no mercy to the root of all evil.

The Tsunayo family bears a large part of the responsibility for the Soul Society's current state.

And so, the Zanpakuto was raised once more.

Faced with imminent death, Tsunayoshi Taketori seemed to have made up his mind. His eyes closed slightly, his gaze lowered, and a strange aura suddenly emanated from his body.

Under the somewhat tense gaze of Jushiro Ukitake, the remaining shadows writhed wildly, constantly converging towards the location of Tsunayoshi Taketori.

The next moment, it sounded as if a boiling sound had been heard.

Bubbles rose one after another from the swamp-like black shadow, bursting with a crackling sound as they expanded to their limit.

Newborn eyes emerge from them.

Strangely, there were two pupils deep inside those eyes, giving off a strange sense of dread.

A flash of light.

A head the size of a soccer ball, accompanied by a gushing fountain of blood, rolled silently to the ground.

The changes in Tsunayoshi Taketori's body came to an abrupt halt.

However, just when he thought everything was over.

Jushiro Ukitake's hoarse cry of alarm echoed from the ruins:

"Kong, watch out!"

The moment the words fell, endless blackness gushed out from the viscous blood plasma.

Intensified.

Finally, the silent pillar of light burst forth, shattering the last trace of the ghostly barrier and shooting straight into the sky!

In an instant, countless eyes turned towards the direction of the Thirteenth Division.

Chapter 110 Don't worry about where the water and fire came from.

Move the timeline forward.

Fifth Division barracks, dojo.

Wearing non-prescription glasses, a young man with slightly wavy brown hair was working at his desk. Unlike previous case files, this one also included some previous research records.

Because of the previous Zanpakuto turmoil, the captain of the Fifth Division, Hirako Shinji, was accidentally and forcibly humiliated by someone.

Although luck played a large part, it is a fact that he was beaten and seriously injured.

Furthermore, since his Zanpakuto was smashed to pieces, it will take a lot of effort to rebuild it.

So ever since she regained consciousness, Shinji Hirako has been living in the Fourth Division's general medical facility.

With no one monitoring him, Aizen naturally relaxed a bit and took some free time from his work to study the topics that had piled up before.

Besides the crucial research topic of the soul boundary between Shinigami and Hollows, there are still many unsolved problems.

For example, the phosphorescence of hell, and the secrets of the Mirror of Beauty.

And Naraku Sora's perfect Hollowfication.

First, I simply listed a few data points, arranged the potentially useful information into segments, and then calculated the relationships between the data.

A long string of chilling words flowed smoothly from the tip of the pen.