Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

In the center of the room, a figure stood quietly.

Although not tall, his majestic presence, like that of a high mountain, inspires awe.

His bald head and beard that almost reached the ground already identified him.

Without a doubt, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society in a thousand years—

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni!

"sit down."

Unlike the imposing Captain-Commander I had in mind, Yamamoto didn't seem to be a particularly serious old man on ordinary days.

At the very least, he didn't put on airs as the Captain-Commander when facing Naraku.

Yamamoto didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"I have already heard about the matter in the 'Gunpowder District' and have ordered people to investigate the specific details."

"But you, as the person involved, need to elaborate on the details, since this matter involves the high-ranking noble family, the Araki family."

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora's face showed a thoughtful expression.

So it was just some trivial matter concerning the Araki family. Oh well, never mind.

My previous worries vanished, and I immediately began to think about how to put it more reasonably.

Given Aizen's style, he definitely wouldn't want to stand out in front of Yamamoto. As a good brother, I'll let him have his way, considering he's put in a lot of effort this time.

Let's just share the burden for him.

Naraku Sora quickly organized his thoughts and came up with a version of how he single-handedly destroyed the Paradise House's demonic cave.

"That's the gist of it. If there's anything you don't understand, Captain, please let me know and I'll retell it."

Yamamoto glanced at the boy in front of him. With his experience, he could easily tell that the kid was lying. So his deep voice echoed in the room:

"There's no need to repeat it. I'm only curious about one thing."

"So, what was your first thought after you discovered that the Araki family was behind all of this?"

"I want to hear the truth!"

Naraku Sora paused for a moment, then swallowed back the reason he had painstakingly come up with.

"You really want to hear the truth?"

Yamamoto glared at him: "Of course."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Naraku Sora immediately adopted an indignant expression:

"Damn it, a bunch of inhuman bastards! Forget about nobles, just chop them down first!"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto looked at him in astonishment, unable to come to his senses for a moment.

Although the words are rough but the principle is sound, your words are a bit too rough...

Chapter 22 In this world, there are always people who care about you silently.

"Hmph, just for those words, I could convict you of insulting a noble and send you straight to the hell of the living dead."

After a brief silence, Yamamoto snorted coldly and regained his usual composure.

"You were the one who told me to tell the truth," Naraku muttered under his breath.

Yamamoto was silent for a few seconds, then his deep voice echoed in the room again:

"I did not mean to blame you."

"I just wanted to remind you that in Soul Society, especially in Seireitei, a place teeming with Shinigami, you should learn to be careful with your words and actions."

"You have no idea how many eyes are watching you from behind. If you make a mistake, you may fall into an abyss and never have a chance to start over."

Naraku Sora glanced at the white-bearded old man in front of him with some surprise. He never expected that Captain-Commander Yamamoto, who was known for his seriousness, would say such a thing.

But I always felt like there was something hidden in his words.

"Actually, Captain-General, someone always has to stand up and tell the truth."

Naraku Sora said with a serious expression, "If no one wants to be that kind of person, then I am willing to be the first to stand up and change all of this."

A hint of surprise flashed in Yamamoto's eyes.

He hadn't expected that the boy in front of him would have such a level of awareness that was beyond the reach of ordinary people at such a young age.

If everyone were like Naraku, the Soul Society might have already been revitalized.

Instead of the current state of deathly silence.

There was not a glimmer of hope in sight; it felt like living in hell.

Looking at Naraku Sora, Yamamoto remained silent for a long time, a thoughtful look flashing in his slightly closed and lowered eyes.

He was well aware that as the captain, any decision he made could affect someone's entire life.

Therefore, it is essential to consider things carefully before making a decision.

Just as Naraku Sora was struggling to stay awake and was about to fall asleep, Yamamoto suddenly spoke:

"Naraku Sora, transfer to the First Division."

"I will apply to the Prison Commander Shutara, and you will remain in the First Division as a captain."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the tea room.

"No need, I disagree."

The door suddenly opened, revealing a charming profile in the afterglow of the setting sun as she walked into the tea room, her skirt trailing behind her intricately patterned dark black dress.

"Whenever we discover a promising talent, we spare no effort to recruit them to our team."

"He has none of the demeanor of a captain."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yamamoto's eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, opened slightly as he stared at Shutara Senjumaru, who seemed out of place in his surroundings, and slowly began to speak:

"I am merely offering choices; the final decision rests with him."

Their eyes met, as if some unspoken understanding had been reached.

next moment.

An immense pressure erupted at that moment, and a vast and boundless spiritual pressure spread outwards, making the air seem thick and sticky.

Naraku struggled to breathe.

At this moment, he finally experienced firsthand the terrifying power of the Soul Society's top combatants.

With his current strength, he could barely survive the aftershocks of their spiritual pressure clash.

If either side targets him, the outcome will be exceptionally tragic.

Inside the tea room, the temperature gradually rose, and a fiery blaze ignited in Yamamoto's aged eyes, as if he wanted to burn the person before him to ashes.

On the other side, Shutara Senjumaru exuded a fierce aura, with visible spiritual threads swirling around him, occasionally brushing across the furniture and leaving neat, smooth cracks.

Witnessing all this, Naraku Sora gasped several times, wanting to speak but stopping himself, then stopping himself again.

In the end, I didn't dare to say anything.

He's too small to get involved; those two seem to have some old grudge.

If you're accidentally caught in the crossfire, the consequences can be severe.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

After a brief standoff, Yamamoto was the first to suppress his spiritual pressure and return to his usual self.

Shutara Senjumaru's face once again wore an innocent smile, as if the spiritual pressure surge just now had nothing to do with her.

"It's a waste of his talents for him to stay in the Shin-o Prison."

“I don’t think so. No institution is more suitable for Naraku than the Shinigami Prison.”

"Is there nothing to discuss?"

"That depends on what price you're offering."

Naraku Sora stared in disbelief at everything that was happening before him, and could not help but marvel once again at the ruthlessness of these old guys.

One second they were at each other's throats, ready to draw their Zanpakuto and cut each other in two; the next second they were back to their guns and started negotiating a deal.

Didn't we agree to follow humanitarian principles?

Captain-Commander Yamamoto, this is not what you just said!

Does the Seireitei (Gateway) have absolutely no regard for human rights?

"How are the transferred squad members from the First Division?"

Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "He can continue to stay in the Shinigami Prison, but when the First Division has a mission, he needs to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shutara Senjumaru shook his head, interrupting him:

“Old man Shan, don’t go too far. Shazi is a subordinate I personally promoted. I’ve put a lot of effort into him, and even specially adjusted some experimental parameters for him.”

"Even the latest initial release technology was designed based on his model."

Yamamoto's gaze darkened: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Shutara Senjumaru smiled slightly, his gaze captivating: "Naraku is my most beloved subordinate and my most valued colleague—"

"We need to raise the price."

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

I thought such outrageous words would be met with a severe rebuke from Yamamoto, but surprisingly, a thoughtful look flashed in the eyes of the Captain-Commander.

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"In that case, let's choose a compromise."

"Naraku Sora will remain a member of the Shinigami Prison, but he will join the Genryu, which I founded."

"As compensation, I will personally teach him some knowledge related to cultivation on a regular basis."

Upon hearing this, Shutara Senjumaru's lips curled slightly, and he parted them slightly: