Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"make a deal."

On their way back, the two walked together in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Naraku Sora looked curiously at the wicked woman beside her, her face full of confusion:

"Lord Prison Commander, why does Captain-Commander Yamamoto value me so much?"

Shutara Senjumaru glanced sideways and smiled, "Silly boy, do you know what boiling a frog in lukewarm water means?"

Before Naraku could answer, she continued speaking to herself:

"When a person sets various rules and restrictions for himself because of some concerns, he will gradually lose his original personality in this self-restraint."

"Old Man Shan is just like that."

“You are different from his disciples. You are a true Rukongai native, someone without scruples or attachments, someone who dares to draw your sword against nobles and uphold the rules.”

"However, you should also consider that once you embark on this path, it could very well endanger your friends."

Naraku was stunned, never expecting such serious consequences.

If I remember correctly, it seems that only Aizen is left among my friends, right?

Sōsuke, you must live on.

Chapter 23 There is a traitor among us

What's with that expression on your face?

Inside the First Division's private dojo, Yamamoto's brows were furrowed, as if he were uttering a single word.

Are you worried that you might hurt this old man?

"Hold on, unleash your full power and charge at me!"

Looking at Yamamoto, who was enveloped in a fiery spiritual pressure, Naraku Sora's lips twitched:

"I don't understand, Captain. This is too dangerous."

He didn't understand why Yuanliu's teaching style was so straightforward, requiring him to defy his superiors on the very first day of class.

Is this what they call tradition?

"A cowardly act." Yamamoto scoffed. "How can you teach without knowing your true level?"

"You can treat me as a member of the Araki family and do your best to cut me down!"

Seeing that the boy opposite him was still hesitating, Yamamoto's patience ran out, and he immediately stomped his right foot and rushed straight forward.

Since you're unwilling to take the initiative, then I'll personally assess your capabilities.

The scorching wind that rushed towards him instantly distorted Nai Luokong's facial features.

The next moment, amidst a deafening roar, an aged face suddenly appeared, its raised eyes seemingly burning with an inextinguishable raging fire.

The distance of more than ten meters was covered in an instant.

Even with all attention focused on Yamamoto, it was still impossible to see the terrifyingly fast trajectory.

The horror in Naraku's heart flashed by, but under extreme pressure, a string called reason snapped, and his beast-like eyes stared intently at the old man who was so close to him.

There was no retreat, no dodging.

Naraku Sora unleashed his full spiritual pressure against the man-eating scorching wind, and the blood-red mist exploded instantly, sparks flying from the friction of the blades.

It arrived in an instant.

The moment the heavy hand collided with the blade, a terrifying roar erupted.

Naraku Sora smiled, and in the instant he retreated, he suddenly stepped forward again amidst the scorching heat.

boom!

The floor shook.

The Zanpakuto slashes upwards against the wind!

Then, a crimson spiritual pressure rose from the ground, like lava erupting from the earth's crust. The blade light broke through the outer spiritual pressure and rushed straight toward Yamamoto.

Hold the knife against your palm.

Despite the vast difference in strength between the two sides, Naraku still managed to project his momentum with sheer grit.

Then, with their extreme numerical values ​​and unparalleled skill, they were utterly crushed without a doubt.

An ancient monster who has lived for thousands of years, and a newly appointed Grim Reaper who has just graduated from the Spirit Arts Academy.

The outcome of the contest between the two is destined to be only one.

With a simple, unadorned punch, Naraku let out a pathetic scream and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.

In contrast, Yamamoto remained calm and composed, with no significant fluctuations in his spiritual pressure.

"I already know your level."

"To be honest, it's weird."

"It is clearly only at the level of ninth-grade spiritual power, but it has unleashed destructive power comparable to fourth or fifth-grade spiritual power."

"Moreover, the spirit body is extremely resilient."

At this point, Yamamoto frowned, a hint of confusion flashing across his face:

"If other Grim Reapers are like raw iron, then you have a flavor of being forged through countless trials."

"Perhaps it's talent, or it could be the technology of the Shutara Prison Order."

"But in any case, you are no longer an ordinary Grim Reaper!"

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora, who was slumped on the floor, trembled and looked up at Yamamoto.

A sinister smile came into view. The old man stroked his beard and grinned.

"We must change our teaching methods!"

…………

Liuhun Street, Runlin'an Outer District.

Aizen calmly gazed at the several completely unfamiliar figures ahead, his undisguised malice clearly indicating their intentions.

"I've finally found you, Aizen Sousuke."

The leader revealed a cruel smile, "Now you can obediently die."

"You can only blame yourself for being unlucky in love. You just happened to be on a mission with Naraku Sora, and you also happened to be one of his few friends."

"Kill him."

Without giving the other party a chance to talk nonsense, it was clear that this group also knew that things might get complicated if they waited too long, and they did not want to cause too much of a commotion in Runlin'an District.

And so, a massacre unfolded in the forest without any suspense.

The attacker didn't even have time to scream before dying in despair and agony.

Aizen stood beside the pile of corpses, quietly wiping the blade of his sword, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

These attackers were clearly not from the Covert Mobility; judging from their words and actions, they were probably a force secretly trained by the Araki family.

It seems that the revenge against him and Naraku has already begun.

If he's just an ordinary Shinigami here, then what is Naraku on the other side?

Thinking of this, Aizen frowned and looked in the direction of Seireitei.

……

……

"What happened?!"

In the violently shaking mansion, smoke swirled and flames burned. Outside the windows, figures scattered and fled in the courtyard, their cries of agony echoing through the night.

The mansion, as large as a city, was now in complete chaos.

Looking around, only the room of the Lord was quiet.

The old man, who witnessed all of this from the window, was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Which audacious fool dared to attack the Araki family? Aren't they afraid of being held accountable by the 46th Chamber?!"

"Where are the Gotei 13? Where did those guys go?"

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind the old man, and a calm and gentle voice slowly rang out.

"No need to waste your energy."

"The entire Araki family mansion has been covered by the Kido barrier, and even Yamamoto Shigekuni will have difficulty noticing it for a while."

The old man turned around quickly, and when he saw the figure in the firelight, a hint of panic flashed across his face, and his voice trembled:

"Sir, didn't we sign a contract?"

Upon hearing this, the person opposite laughed: "Of course, the contract has been reached. We have provided sufficient resources and influence to make the Araki family one of the best among the upper-class nobles."

"It even provides you with a plan for modifying your soul, as well as the specific procedures."

"And didn't you succeed? The power of the distorted soul is unprecedented, enough to elevate the Araki family to another level."

The old man's pale face was covered in sweat, and even his voice had become hoarse: "But sir, we haven't finished the last step yet, give me a little more time..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other person's hand, a chilling smile playing on their lips.

"So, I'll take over the final step."

"Araki, thank you for all your dedication. Now—"

"Please make your final sacrifice for our common great cause!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Araki's expression froze, his aged body trembled violently, he gasped for breath, and vomited blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

It was as if they were about to vomit out their very soul.

Spiderweb-like veins bulged on the surface, and the hunched body continued to grow and swell.