Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Aizen shook his head, refocusing his attention on the environment before him.

He secretly released a portion of his spiritual pressure, which instantly spread throughout the entire village.

While he was busy, Naraku Sora, with his keen senses and the courage backed by Aizen, walked straight into it.

He wasn't very good at delicate tasks like sensing spiritual pressure, but he could try observing with his eyes.

Who knows, we might make a lucky discovery.

As we drove along the country lane, the doors of the houses on both sides were wide open, and we couldn't find a soul, or even a breathing creature.

They searched three houses in a row, but to no avail.

However, just as he was about to give up, a strange yet slightly familiar scent suddenly entered his nostrils.

"what is this?"

Naraku Sora frowned, trying to analyze the relevant components from the taste he had just tasted.

Something I've never encountered before, yet it somehow gives me a strange sense of familiarity.

We followed the direction from which the smell was coming.

Soon, Naraku stopped in front of a house at the very edge of the village.

He cautiously pushed the door open and entered.

the other side.

Aizen also entered the village, his brows furrowed as he looked at his surroundings.

"It's eerily quiet."

“Normally, even if all the souls of a village were killed, this situation wouldn’t occur.”

"Unless there are other unknown dangers lurking here..."

The interior of the house was extremely simple, without even a decent piece of furniture.

However, given that it is part of District 64, this situation is not unusual. Unless you are in one of the more prominent districts, the living conditions are generally quite harsh.

Naraku Sora finally discovered something unusual in the dimly lit house.

In the corner, a viscous liquid spread out, emitting a strange smell, which seemed out of place with the surrounding environment.

Naraku Sora, carrying his Zanpakuto, approached the liquid. Just as he was about to test the depth with the scabbard, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

In that instant, he suddenly looked up.

A pair of blood-red eyes were embedded in the hideous face, appearing particularly abrupt and terrifying because they were not protected by eyelids.

A twisted, deformed creature crouched hunched over in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, staring at him greedily.

It was as if I had seen some unparalleled delicacy.

Its gaping maw opened wide, and saliva dripped out, landing precisely on the puddle of liquid.

Case solved.

Naraku looked at the deformed creature hanging from the ceiling with disgust, saying that he had never seen anything so ugly.

Even those two Adjuchas were much better looking than the monster in front of them.

The hunched figure resembled a human, but it had three arms on the left, seven legs on the right, and long black hair growing all over its body.

The main theme is anthropomorphism.

"I don't know exactly what you are," Naraku Sora said with a sinister grin as he drew his sword, "but that's not important to me, because—"

"Any evil will be brought to justice!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the monster on the ceiling swooped down, bringing with it a foul, fishy stench, and arrived in an instant.

During his time in the Shinigami Prison, Naraku Sora came to a realization.

If you want those vicious and ruthless people to obey you, you have to be even more ruthless than them.

The razor-sharp claws struck the blade directly, producing a metallic clang.

It looks like flesh, but it's actually made of steel.

Facing such an opponent, Naraku showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a smile appeared on his lips, and a surge of violent spiritual pressure came crashing down.

"Beautiful, delicious, fragrant, you smell so good..."

The monster was right in front of them, its blood-red eyes almost bulging out, staring intently at Naraku Sora. A long tongue extended from its gaping maw, attempting to lick the "delicious" food in front of it.

"Eat your fill if you like it!"

While suppressing the monster's sharp claws with one hand, Naraku Sora directly unleashed Hado No. 11: Tsuru Raiden.

A burst of dazzling golden lightning surged forth from the Zanpakuto, instantly engulfing the twisted body, sparks flying everywhere.

The powerful electric current instantly paralyzed the monster for a brief period.

In an instant, a blood-like, tangible spiritual pressure erupted forth, tightly binding the silver-white blade.

Cut horizontally!

Crimson red sprayed out in all directions.

The monster was sent flying backward, its chest flesh torn apart, revealing cleanly slashed bones and internal organs, and a stench spread out.

Cut in two with one stroke.

However, even though its body was cut in two, the monster did not die. Flesh and blood grew wildly at the cut, and tentacles were generated, trying to link the two halves together.

Without any hesitation, Naraku unleashed another fierce slash, directly ripping the skull open. The bulging eyeballs suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

When Aizen arrived, the scene was a complete mess.

A familiar figure stood amidst the blood and gore, grinning at him, his gleaming white teeth standing out starkly against the crimson ground.

For a moment, Aizen almost thought his spiritual pressure had collapsed.

If he hadn't noticed the outbreak of battle, he wouldn't have sensed the monster's spiritual pressure at all.

What happened today was rather bizarre.

Aizen quickly approached Naraku Sora and, after confirming that the blood on the man's body belonged to someone else, didn't ask any further questions.

How did you find out about the other person?

"intuition."

Naraku Sora looked completely at ease.

He can't exactly say he smelled the monster's stench and then chased after it, can he?

Ten seats in the prison, don't you have any dignity?

Aizen glanced at the guy in front of him expressionlessly, his intuition telling him that Naraku was lying.

Chapter 13 Good brothers should fight together

"From the very beginning, I was unable to sense its spiritual pressure."

Aizen crouched down beside the monster's corpse, a solemn expression on his face.

"Judging from the characteristics of the outer steel skin, it should be considered an illusion, but from the perspective of the soul, it belongs to the soul of a normal Grim Reaper."

"Moreover, his soul has been modified, giving him an extremely strong ability to hide."

"The source of his power is most likely his Zanpakuto."

Aizen didn't press Naraku Sora further; everyone has their own secrets, and he was no exception.

Even though the two were inseparable friends during their time at the Spirit Arts Academy, their relationship changed after they joined the team.

The past is the past, and people should live in the present.

Aizen couldn't allow Naraku to participate in his plans, otherwise the final result would likely be a falling out.

Naraku Sora, standing to the side, suddenly realized: "By stuffing the soul of a Shinigami into the body of a Hollow and allowing their powers to merge, a monster like this is created."

Aizen glanced at him with some surprise: "Although it's a bit far-fetched, you can understand it that way."

"Man-made monsters."

Naraku Sora's expression immediately turned serious, and he also realized why he could smell the monster's scent.

Because in a sense, he and this thing belong to the same category.

Everyone possesses the power of illusion, and everyone has a bright future.

Then, to Aizen's puzzled look, someone looked at him with a serious expression:

"Sousuke, you should be able to find the mastermind behind this, right?"

As if afraid Aizen wouldn't agree, Naraku Sora quickly added another sentence.

"This is my only request in this life, my good brother. Please grant it."

Aizen: "..."

He had no idea what was wrong with this guy this time.

But he had heard similar conversations countless times at the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Bringing lunch to school, skipping classes, after-school tutoring, exchanging ideas and skills, etc.

Wherever a request is needed, this guy will include a unique prefix.

Although Narakuku is troublesome, strangely enough, Aizen doesn't seem to mind it.

Because he could truly feel that pure friendship, untainted by any self-interest.

Perhaps this is the purity of the intern period.

Countless images flashed through Aizen's mind. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded:

"I'll give it a try."

Naraku grinned: "As expected of my trusted friend, I'll bring you a special tofu dish from the Shinigami Prison cafeteria next time."

Aizen continued examining the deformed monster whose skull had been ripped open.