Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

He revealed a seemingly upright and warm smile, and like a runaway dump truck, he crashed head-on into the howling, mutated souls.

Clench your right hand tightly and thrust it out.

A tangible, crimson spiritual pressure enveloped it, making the fist resemble a real weapon.

With just one punch, the entire mansion trembled and roared.

The sound of shattering was incessant.

In an instant, the mutated soul's claws, extra arms, and even the bones of its upper body shattered, and its flesh exploded.

Amidst the howling wind, crimson blood and bits of flesh detached from the skeleton and flew off, like a waving flag.

Unohana Retsu's slightly lowered eyes reflected Naraku Sora's figure, and her gaze held a strange glint.

She seemed to see the shadow of an old friend in this young man.

Retsu Unohana, who had originally planned to make a move, decided to stand aside and watch the battle when she realized that the battlefield before her was not even enough for Naraku to sweep through by herself.

The logistics captain regained his usual gentle demeanor.

It was as if it wasn't her who had just shattered the mutated soul's body with a devastating attack, but someone else.

Before long, this one-sided crushing victory came to an end.

With a single punch blasting the head of the last mutated soul, the Araki family, a noble family of high rank, officially came to an end.

A thousand years or even longer of history vanishes into nothingness at this moment.

The ruins, still shrouded in smoke, and the twisted limbs scattered everywhere seem to tell the story of the Araki family's final glory.

"Preserve the traces at the scene."

Once everything had calmed down, Retsu Unohana stepped forward immediately, demonstrating the responsibility and duty expected of a captain, and directed the other Shinigami to seal away what had happened to the Araki family.

Afterwards, a stealthy Grim Reaper will arrive to collect and analyze clues, trying to find the mastermind behind all of this.

"Nine Seats of Naraku".

After dealing with everything, Retsu Unohana came to Sora Naraku's side, a gentle smile appearing on her serene face, as kind as a girl next door.

"What are your thoughts on the disaster that befell the Araki family?"

Naraku Sora looked relieved: "This is a good thing!"

Unohana Retsu: "?"

Seeing that the other party was puzzled, Naraku Sora simply recounted everything that had happened in Rukongai and the research lab he had discovered in the high-class arcade.

Anyway, Yamamoto didn't ask him to keep it a secret.

Since it wasn't said, it can be said.

Naraku Sora wanted to spread the word throughout the entire Soul Society about this scandalous affair involving nobles.

Unohana Retsu listened quietly without offering any opinion, but the smile on her face gradually faded.

The temperature around us seemed to drop suddenly, giving us a creepy feeling.

Is that so?

Unohana Retsu lowered her gaze slightly, making it impossible to discern the expression in her eyes.

"These people are truly depraved to the extreme."

"I will report this matter to the First Division truthfully. Does Naraku-kun have anything to add?"

Perhaps sensing the true nature of the boy before him, the captain of the Fourth Division became much more friendly in addressing him.

Naraku scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then pointed to a few mutated souls still clinging to life in the ruins, as if pointing to leftovers from a banquet:

"Do you still want that thing? If not, I'll take it with me."

Unohana Retsu: "..."

She's probably been working too hard lately, which has caused her to fall behind the thinking of the younger Grim Reaper.

This mutated monster had absolutely no value to it, from head to toe; even its soul was corrupted by the power that expanded in an instant.

However, considering that he was Shutara Senjumaru's subordinate, it's understandable that he might be a little mentally unstable.

Thinking of this, Unohana Retsu's eyes softened with pity, and she said gently:

"Taking them all is definitely not an option, because the Covert Maneuver team still needs clues to investigate some things."

Naraku Sora nodded; he was just trying to see if these mutated souls could provide any benefit.

However, given the overall strength of the Araki family, even if they had something, it would only be better than nothing.

"Naraku-kun, your bare-hand technique just now looked familiar," Unohana Retsu said softly. "Was it Captain-Commander's Genryu style?"

Naraku Sora readily admitted it.

Unohana Retsu smiled slightly: "The Genryu lineage is profound and extensive, but few Shinigami can grasp its essence; they can only learn the superficial aspects."

"However, judging from the way you fight, you don't seem to be very good at swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Naraku froze, a strange chill washing over him, making him instinctively feel cold all over.

Unohana Retsu tilted her head slightly, her tone unusually gentle:

"If you don't mind, I can guide you through some kendo knowledge when I have time in the future."

Chapter 26 I will climb to the top step by step.

"This is the first time I've seen the captain so concerned about a stranger, Grim Reaper."

Watching the figure dragging away several mutated souls, the extremely tall girl who had been standing by doing nothing asked with a curious expression.

Unohana Retsu glanced sideways and calmly explained:

"I only saw the shadow of an old friend in Naraku-kun."

"Leaving aside his fighting stance, his courage to draw his sword against nobles is already quite rare in Soul Society."

"Although he may seem frivolous on the surface, you can sense his firm beliefs deep in his heart during our brief contact."

"Perhaps in the near future, he might become a dangerous guy who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals."

The girl stood there, stunned, a look of confusion flashing across her innocent face.

She had only recently become a seat official and hadn't spent much time with Unohana Retsu, so she wasn't quite sure who this "old friend" she was referring to was.

Judging from these remarks, the young man whose words and actions were quite strange may very well go astray and become a dangerous element threatening Soul Society.

Despite the lack of any basis for this judgment, the girl still chose to believe her captain.

"So, Captain, you're using the opportunity of teaching kendo to help Naraku the Ninth Seat onto the right path, right?"

Unohana Retsu didn't answer directly, but a slight smile played on her lips as she softly said:

"If someone wraps a piece of beautiful jade in red silk and solemnly hands it to you, entrusting you to leave your own mark on it."

Would you really reject this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because of temporary fear of loss?

The girl was bewildered, completely failing to understand her captain's words.

Retsu Unohana didn't explain anything further, but smiled and looked into the distance, a barely perceptible hint of expectation flashing in her calm eyes.

……

……

After a few mutated souls, barely clinging to life, brought Naraku Sora a negligible amount of benefit, they passed away, their flesh and blood disintegrating and dying.

Naraku Sora didn't even have time to mourn the extinct Araki family, because the next person to appear was a wicked woman who was a high-level research talent in the Shinigami Prison and developed many spiritual energy technologies.

"Lord Prisoner, will eating this really allow me to master Shikai?"

Naraku Sora stared at the almost overflowing milky white liquid in the cup, his face full of conflict.

"Of course not."

Shutara Senjumaru looked completely self-righteous:

"Can you stop thinking about shortcuts? To be a Grim Reaper, you have to be down-to-earth. Only by improving step by step can you become a truly powerful being."

"Then why are you giving me this thing?"

"Don't rush."

Shutara Senjumaru had put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses at some point, adding a touch of intellect to his already elegant demeanor.

She pushed up her glasses on her delicate nose and said in a serious tone:

Do you know the true origin of your Zanpakuto?

Before Naraku could answer, Shutara Senjumaru, ever the know-it-all, continued:

"The Zanpakuto, its shape, state, and abilities are modeled after the soul of the Shinigami himself."

"Therefore, the teaching materials at the Spirit Arts Academy state that Shinigami gain greater power by knowing the name of the Zanpakuto given to them and engaging in a spiritual dialogue with it."

"But in fact, such an understanding is too superficial."

"At its core, the Zanpakuto is actually the power of the Shinigami himself, and its existence is merely a medium to allow the Shinigami to fully unleash the power hidden deep within his soul."

"Therefore, the initial release is less about knowing the true name and more about understanding the essence of one's own power."

Naraku Sora seemed to be deep in thought.

Although her heart was 24k pure black, sometimes this bad woman was still quite useful.

"However, judging from your performance in recent days, you are on the right track."

Shutara Senjumaru explained cheerfully:

"Whether it's overcoming the strong with the weak in Elysium, defeating the superior in the First Division, or honing oneself in the Spirit Training Room."

"Actually, it's all about understanding one's own power."

"And all I can do is give you a push, so this time, let's go big!"

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

For some reason, seeing Shutara Senjumaru's joyful smile, he felt a strong sense of crisis.