Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Not flames, but even fiercer flames.

Death may not be aware of this, but as someone's teacher, he often imparts to them a kind of education called love.

Yamamoto was very familiar with this sword.

So much so that when he saw it clearly, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Kid, you're using a roasted sweet potato from the Jajadi?"

Naraku gave him a strange look.

"What's the problem?"

Yamamoto glared at him: "Of course there's a problem. As a Shinigami, you should learn to cherish your Zanpakuto. They have consciousness and thoughts too. Aren't you afraid that doing this will cause them to lose their harmony?"

"?"

Naraku Sora slowly typed out a question mark.

What are you talking about?

"Wasn't it you, teacher, who first used your Zanpakuto to roast sweet potatoes?"

Yamamoto was momentarily speechless, his expression faltering, but he forced a defiant stance and said:

"I have been working with Ryujin Jakka for thousands of years, and we are already in perfect harmony. Even the rotten wood Xianghe cannot shake our relationship."

"It is precisely on the basis of this affection that I was able to use Ryujin Jakka to roast sweet potatoes."

Naraku Sora picked up the roasted sweet potato, peeled it, and started eating:

"Hey, who isn't?"

"In order to build a good relationship with Xianghe, I directly asked him to use Muramasa on me, but after a lot of effort, I still couldn't summon the sword spirit of Emperor Fajaya."

"You made me wait so long for nothing."

Yamamoto: "?"

The master and apprentice sat cross-legged on the floor of the tea room, savored some roasted sweet potatoes, and finally managed to steer the conversation back on track.

"You shouldn't act so recklessly."

Yamamoto calmly said, "Taking advantage of my absence, they took it upon themselves to besiege the Tsunayoshiro family."

"While it may feel satisfying, have you considered the consequences?"

Naraku thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Is the Soul Society more peaceful now, with fewer filthy and sordid things happening?"

Yamamoto glared at him, clearly annoyed.

"It's not that easy."

"Nobility not only symbolizes power, but also represents order to a certain extent."

"Tsunayo's businesses cover all aspects of Soul Society, many of which are related to Shinigami, such as killing stone mining, clothing making at the Seidenryo, and Zanpakuto sheath forging."

"It's like a huge tree with intertwined roots, the relationships underneath are extremely complicated, involving many lower-ranking nobles and even upper-ranking nobles."

"Now that Gangya has collapsed, the industries that originally belonged to them will now be reshuffled."

Yamamoto took a sip of tea, glanced at Naraku Sora who seemed lost in thought, and suddenly felt a little afraid that the kid might come up with another brilliant idea.

"The Shiba family has no interest in getting involved in these trivial matters, and the Mikado family never interferes in matters of the Soul Society."

"Although Kuchiki Kyouga was framed by Tsuna Yayo, the betrayal of his Zanpakuto still affected the family's reputation to some extent."

"For the sake of stability, Kuchiki Ginrei will not take over too much of the Tsunayo family's legacy."

"The only family we can use is the Shihōin family."

Naraku Sora nodded, indicating that he understood.

"But the Shihōin family suffered from internal strife, and I killed a group of elders, resulting in a shortage of manpower and an inability to maintain such a business, right?"

Yamamoto glanced at him in surprise, never expecting that his usually thoughtless nephew would come up with something like this.

"Actually, I already had a brilliant plan."

"explain."

Desperate measures are being taken; Yamamoto is already showing signs of giving up entirely.

"Since the Zhenyang Prison merged with the Maggot Nest, it now has a lot of spare manpower and can take over some of its affairs."

"They all retired from the original Gotei 13, so they should be able to get started easily with the relevant work."

Yamamoto nodded.

Although it is somewhat simplistic and crude, it is not a bad idea if we do not consider the negative impact on our reputation.

However, we need to pay more attention to management to prevent any further problems from arising.

However, although the arrangement was good, we must not praise this kid.

Otherwise, if they dared to kill Tsunayoshiro today, they might slaughter the entire 46th Chamber tomorrow.

For Soul Society, the existence of the 46 Chambers is far more important than that of Tsunayoshiro.

"It must have been your idea to take over the maggot's nest."

Yamamoto snorted coldly, and just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly thought of a crucial point.

The internal strife within the Shihouin clan led to the deaths of most of the elders. Then, through his connection with Yoruichi Shihouin, he took over the entire Necropolis of the Retired Shinigami.

Then, when Tsunayoshi fell from power, his businesses were left unmanaged, and he took the opportunity to push the Grim Reaper of the Maggot Nest out to take charge.

Although they seem unrelated, they are all interconnected, creating a sense of inexplicable coincidence.

Is this kid playing a big game?

Yamamoto was horrified.

He turned to look at Naraku Sora.

Suddenly, the kid pulled out a bottle of maintenance oil from somewhere and started maintaining his Zanpakuto.

Spraying, wiping.

His movements were clumsy and awkward, showing absolutely no sign of shrewdness or strategy.

Well, he was probably overthinking it.

"I heard that you also killed Kenpachi Gosuke of the Eleventh Division?"

Yamamoto put his previous thought aside and changed the subject.

Naraku nodded absentmindedly: "That Gosuke is indeed quite skilled; no wonder he was able to inherit Kenpachi's title."

"If I hadn't improved my strength so much recently, I would have almost fallen for his trick."

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, precisely capturing the key point in the words.

"Another significant improvement?"

If he remembered correctly, the kid's progress was already quite astonishing when he taught him last time.

It hasn't been long, and it has improved by a lot again.

Could it be that……

"You've mastered Bankai, kid?"

"What Bankai?" Naraku Sora looked up blankly.

Yamamoto frowned: "Without mastering Bankai, how did you defeat Gosuke, who was the captain?"

"Of course, it's because of my amazing intelligence."

Naraku Sora had maintained his Zanpakuto well, and he was very satisfied with the shiny blade.

"I invented a brand new Ghost Path a few days ago. I can use it to turn the tide in critical moments and kill the Five Auxiliaries."

Yamamoto suddenly remembered the move that Naraku had demonstrated to him before, the Black Flash that almost broke off all his beard, and he still remembered it vividly.

Not long has passed, and this kid has already invented a new move.

It's still the way of the ghosts!

Yamamoto suddenly became interested.

"Come on, come inside with me."

Naraku Sora put down his Zanpakuto and followed happily.

Inside the dojo.

Two figures, one old and one young, stood facing each other from afar.

"Come on, let this old man see your new demonic path."

Naraku grinned, raised his hand, and placed his thumb on his chest. Brilliant golden lightning erupted instantly, engulfing his body in a flash.

The crackling electric arcs traveled throughout his body, constantly leaping and twisting.

Yamamoto's eyes widened, a look of surprise on his face.

Naraku Sora's method of using Kido was somewhat beyond his comprehension.

"The principle of Lightning Release Mode is to activate the physical body with lightning, thereby improving one's reaction speed, defense, and speed."

Naraku moved his arms, and the electric arcs on his body became increasingly violent, like thunder walking among humans.

"Teacher, be careful."

Yamamoto's face turned serious. He took a deep breath and was just about to say something when...

The intense heat surged in, and the kind smile, crackling with electricity, was already within reach.

Elbow strike!

Bang!

An astonishing shockwave erupted the moment their bodies collided, its aftershocks sweeping across the training ground and creating gusts of wind.

At the crucial moment, Yamamoto displayed the qualities befitting the strongest Shinigami.

The attack was almost certain to hit. The old man's upper body moved back slightly in an eerie way, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged, like an erupting volcano, bursting out with rolling heat waves.