Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Seeing that he wouldn't be scolded anymore, Hirako Shinji finally relaxed.

However, new problems have emerged at the same time.

Where did Aizen go?

Hirako Shinji pondered for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he quickly noticed something unusual.

When he first chose to have Aizen join the Fifth Division, it was out of an instinctive intuition.

Beneath that seemingly gentle and refined exterior, who knows what kind of wicked intentions he harbors.

Despite being quite busy on weekdays, he still managed to find time to observe Aizen and analyze his every move.

Even though Aizen acted very gently and kindly, got along well with the members, and even concealed his Zanpakuto abilities without reservation.

But Hirako Shinji remained vigilant.

Until I met Naraku Sora.

A very straightforward and highly talented Grim Reaper.

He was so good that even Captain-Commander Yamamoto was impressed and took him into the Genryu school, teaching him diligently, even though it made his blood pressure spike every day.

In Hirako Shinji's opinion, having such an honest friend, Aizen couldn't be too bad.

However, as time went by, some unintentional discoveries made him reject this idea.

Naraku Sora is a disguise deliberately set up by Aizen.

While he was still on the first floor, Aizen had already planned up to the fifth floor.

Fortunately, I never completely trusted him from beginning to end.

Aizen, let me reveal your true colors.

……

……

Mao prison.

A chilling aura emanated from outside the barracks, and a dense spiritual pressure, thick with a strong stench of blood, instantly enveloped the entire street and continued to spread outwards.

A disheveled man with a ferocious expression approached, carrying a long, serrated sword. The captain's haori was stained with dark red blood, and his aura was like that of a wild beast.

Kenpachi Zaraki raised his long sword, pointing it directly at the figure in the dojo:

"Kong, let's fight!"

Naraku Sora shook his head, looking helpless, then reached out and tugged at his clothes, preparing for a bloody battle.

"I just can't do anything with you."

When fighting Yoruichi and Soi Fon, he couldn't bring himself to use his full strength.

But Kenpachi Zaraki is different. This guy is tough and gets stronger the more he fights, so he has no fear whatsoever.

Moreover, as he was defeated more and more times, Naraku unexpectedly discovered that this guy seemed to be gradually comprehending the secret of the Zanpakuto.

It seems there is a tendency for them to learn the name and complete the initial liberation training.

At this rate, even without sacrificing Retsu Unohana, she will likely be able to completely break the seal and become one of the so-called Five Special Rank Fighters.

However, just as the battle was about to begin, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Naraku Sora's ears.

"Kong, come to my place."

She's a bad woman.

Naraku Sora frowned. Senjumaru had been busy with the final stages of the research lately and usually didn't have time to torment him. Why was he suddenly called over today?

"Zaraki, something urgent has come up..."

"Let's fight first and talk about it later."

Kenpachi Zaraki clearly had no intention of letting them leave. He unleashed his spiritual pressure, and golden, materialized light enveloped his body, like a burning flame.

Naraku grinned, his five fingers clenched tightly, and a flash of black and red lightning disappeared.

He stepped forward in an instant.

His figure vanished from the spot, appearing as if teleported directly in front of Kenpachi Zaraki, his ferocious smile almost touching him.

Seemingly sensing the burning fighting spirit, Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes gleamed with excitement as he raised his Zanpakuto, preparing to slash down.

However, just as he finished lifting up, black and red arcs of electricity struck him.

boom!

A dull thud resounded from that sturdy body, sending him flying backward, crashing through the wall and the dojo, the sound deafening.

Naraku Sora hurriedly left, leaving behind only one sentence:

"Next time definitely!"

Chapter 183 The Weasel Wants a Title?

"Are you going?"

"How could this happen so suddenly?"

Naraku Sora chewed on a special snack made from a virtual bait, his brows furrowed as he looked at Shutara Senjumaru, who was fiddling with a sophisticated instrument.

"Yes, the Spirit King Palace sent a message, asking me to report to the Spirit King Palace in three days to confirm my seat, and there are also some things that need to be explained."

Senjumaru said softly with a smile on his lips.

"I don't know the specifics either; I estimate we'll only find out when we get to the Spirit King's Palace."

"It will be difficult for you to see me again in the future. Don't you have anything to say?"

Naraku Sora curled his lip and said disdainfully:

"After you leave, I'll call up the rest of the group to celebrate. With one less wicked woman tormenting me, I don't know how great life will be from now on."

"I go to the Second Division on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and to the Fourth Division on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Occasionally, I stroll around the red-light district. It's pure bliss."

Senjumaru paused for a moment, then without any hesitation, stretched out his fair hands and pinched Naraku Sora's face, saying viciously:

"Don't you have any good impression of me at all?"

"Don't forget, I personally sewed this Shihachi outfit."

"And a haori..."

Speaking of the haori, when Naraku was fighting against Szayelaporro and Barragán, he casually threw it far away to avoid being affected by the power of aging.

After the fight, I don't know where the aftershocks took me.

In the end, with Aizen's help, the remaining Hollows of Las Noches were mobilized to search for them, and it took a long time to find them.

Fortunately, the haori was tough enough that it wasn't damaged.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to fool them.

Compared to the haori worn by the captains of the Gotei 13, Naraku's haori was actually more valuable, as it was sewn by Oori-no-kami himself.

However, the symbolic meaning of this thing far outweighs its practical significance. I'll keep this one as a collectible and have Kisuke Urahara make eight or ten high-quality replicas later.

You'll wear one and throw it away later.

Speaking of which, Kisuke Urahara's Benihime Bankai seems quite suitable for sewing jobs.

If physical modifications can be completed in an instant, sewing a haori shouldn't be a problem.

"I have treated you with all my heart, yet you have treated me as someone who is dispensable."

Senjumaru's sadness was almost overflowing. If Naraku Sora hadn't been so aware of the true nature of bad women, she might have actually felt sorry for her for a second.

"So, you called me here just for this?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"It's enough, but knowing you as I do, things are never that simple."

Upon hearing this, Senjumaru's lips curled into a beautiful smile.

"As expected of the silly boy I've chosen. Although he seems a bit foolish on ordinary days, he always manages to see through the essence of things accurately at crucial moments."

"Okay, no kidding."

"Actually, there is something even more important."

Senjumaru's smile faded, and his voice became more serious.

"Besides me going to report for duty, you and Captain Jushiro Ukitake of the Thirteenth Division will also ride the Heavenly Pillar to the Spirit King Palace together."

"By the way, don't even think about refusing. This is a decree personally issued by the Spirit King."

Naraku Sora's pupils dilated, and his heart raced.

The first thought that popped into my head was—

Oh no, something's happened.

But he quickly put the idea out of his mind.

Putting aside his diligent work as the warden of the Shinigami Prison, upholding justice and safeguarding the stability of the Soul Society, he didn't commit any major mistakes.

It's just killing off a few insignificant noble members, isn't it?

If we're really going to be honest, the Spirit King should thank him.

If nothing happened, then why?

Naraku Sora suddenly remembered the selection criteria for the Zero Division. Generally speaking, one could become a member only if they had created something of great significance for Soul Society.

In his opinion, besides the original members of Squad Zero, there are many other Shinigami who are qualified to be selected.

For example, the mysterious Grim Reaper who created the concept of the Ghost Path.

Yamamoto specifically mentioned this point during his teaching.

Neither the records of the Spiritual Arts Academy nor the contents of the Great Spiritual Book Gallery mention the name of the Grim Reaper who created the concept of the Ghost Path.

However, there is no doubt that all existing ghost paths are based on its development and have been optimized and improved.