Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

In despair, he had no choice but to comply with the training arranged by the other party.

The content was both simple and substantial: it was the "Hope Therapy" devised by the prison warden.

At first, she was relentlessly beaten, but once her fighting spirit was ignited, Nozomi showed a fighting talent far beyond that of ordinary people.

He can now easily handle multiple high-ranking Death Gods without being at a disadvantage.

With his mastery of the Instant Step technique, he was even able to turn the tables and kill his opponent.

"I owe my current success entirely to Lord Naraku's Hope Therapy."

Omaeda Nozomi took a deep breath and said with a serious expression:

"If it weren't for Lord Naraku, I might still be that lazy, gluttonous young master of the Ōmaeda family."

Seeing that the other party's gratitude seemed genuine, Nairoku stroked his chin thoughtfully.

If free-range animals can raise Pokémon to this size, does that mean I'm the real Pokémon Master?

As for that damn hope therapy, he abolished it long ago.

The criminals in the underground prison are too weak to provide any improvement. The only somewhat useful level, the eighth level of the Avici Hell, doesn't even have the key in their hands.

It has been hidden by Yamamoto all along.

This left Naraku with no way to even try to promote the concept of hope.

"Enough with the nonsense. Since I promised Brother Xizhi Jin, I have to take responsibility to the end. Now that I have some time, let me test your cultivation results."

Naraku Sora waved his hand, and Komamura Sajin and Tosen Kaname wisely moved to the edge, leaving space for the two of them.

Upon seeing this, Ōmaeda Nozomi was stunned for a moment, then grinned with anticipation, placed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and suddenly pulled it out.

"Omaeda Kichiyo, please guide me!"

The moment the words fell, a blur rushed forward, raising his hand to unleash a New Year's greeting sword technique, its power fierce and unparalleled, the air whistling as if tearing silk.

The silver blade flashed, and Kichiyo suddenly slashed at Naraku's shoulder.

With a light step, the tip of the blade grazed the latter's haori, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Missing her first strike, Kichiyo's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of her wrist, she unleashed another sharp horizontal slash. The movement was concise and effective, without any frills.

Feel the speed of the Instant Step and the power of the slash.

Naraku Sora nodded in satisfaction.

Noriyoshi Ohmaeda definitely has talent, and it's very strong.

In the original work, with his 300-pound physique, he was able to outrun Hueco Mundo's Emperor Barragan, which shows how powerful his Instant Step was.

Now, after undergoing rigorous training in hell, his once flabby body has transformed into a lean and muscular physique, so one can only say that his future looks promising.

If Soi Fon doesn't work harder, she might really be overtaken by her opponent.

Kichiyo unleashed an extremely ferocious attack of swordsmanship, like a sudden storm, as countless chaotic blades of light enveloped the area in front of her.

With a deafening roar, the figure was instantly shattered.

Upon seeing this, Nozomi's eyes widened suddenly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

Just as he was wondering if he had accidentally killed Lord Naraku because he had mastered his divine skills, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"You did very well, Nozomi, you passed."

Naraku patted the thick shoulder approvingly.

"I've fulfilled my promise to Brother Xizhi, so if you'd like..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Nozomi said with a determined look:

"Lord Naraku, please let me stay here!"

"Whether it's to repay your kindness or to continue to work harder in my spiritual practice, I have a reason to stay!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Naraku readily agreed.

Ōmaeda Kinosugu is currently in his prime and has no intention of retiring yet, and Yoruichi also needs his assistance.

It doesn't seem unreasonable for Nozomi to want to stay here. Would a prestigious prison like Shin-O Prison really starve a child?

If all else fails, you could go with him to the First Division and get a job there.

After agreeing on a time for their next sparring session, Naraku walked towards the Technology Development Bureau with his hands behind his back.

On his way to the Spirit King Palace, he was preoccupied with Kisuke Urahara and even brought him a gift.

Previously delayed due to Jushiro Ukitake's organ transplant surgery, now that I have the time, it's time to send out the gift.

Chapter 199 Judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person

Kisuke Urahara has been in a good mood lately.

For some unknown reason, a certain unreasonable boss has been frequently disappearing for days at a time lately, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his work. He spends all his time slacking off.

Even ongoing experimental research has been abandoned.

But one can never get enough of a good life. Once you get used to slacking off, it becomes extremely difficult to muster the energy to get back to work.

In addition, after being relentlessly oppressed by a certain person, now that I can finally relax, I naturally want to rest well and enjoy myself.

He's been going to bed early these past few days.

Before the sun sets, I return to my own little courtyard, warm a pot of sake, set out some snacks, and admire the moonlight. Even my tense nerves relax.

How wonderful it would be if these days could last forever.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Kisuke Urahara knew perfectly well that this was nothing but wishful thinking on his part.

Moreover, it's fine for a few days, but doing it for a long time makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.

After all, both his body and mind had become accustomed to being exploited. If someone really didn't show up, he would start to worry that the other person was holding back something big.

However, based on my extensive experience with air-to-air combat, that guy won't appear anytime soon.

After all, he had just completed an organ transplant surgery, so there weren't many problems in Soul Society waiting for him to discover.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Get some rest early, and continue slacking off tomorrow.

Feeling content, Kisuke Urahara hummed an unknown tune as he returned to his room, closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and drifted off to sleep.

I hope I don't have any nightmares tonight.

"Kisuke, Kisuke!"

A voice like a demon's death knell rang in his ears. Kisuke Urahara was covered in sweat and tossed and turned in bed as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis.

He was startled awake when the undisguised footsteps echoed in the courtyard, and he opened his eyes to look out the window.

Under the hazy moonlight, a figure, as terrifying as a nightmare, stood outside the window, its mouth gaping open in a sinister, demonic smile.

Kisuke Urahara was startled awake, losing most of his sleepiness and instantly becoming fully awake.

"Lord Naraku..."

Having discerned the identity of the demon, Kisuke Urahara sighed, rubbed his forehead, got up, opened the door, and released the hideous demon into the house.

To be fair, you might say this guy doesn't respect himself, but he still knows to wait outside.

But if you say he knows how to respect people, doesn't he look at the time? He's peeping through someone's window in the middle of the night. Doesn't he worry about the other team members gossiping?

Oh, no one dares to say it, then it's alright.

"Although I know you have a lot of energy, you should also consider others. Our neighbors have to go to work tomorrow."

Before Naro could even sit down, Kisuke Urahara preemptively used a tactic of moral blackmail.

"To prevent Captain Ukitake from causing any future trouble, I haven't slept for three days and three nights straight. If this continues, people will really die."

Upon hearing this, Nairoku sneered disdainfully, showing a complete lack of moral principles:

"You scoundrel, I knew you would use a similar excuse to fob me off. I had already gone to see Mayuri before I came to you."

“He made it clear to me that Brother Fuzhu’s rehabilitation treatment didn’t require much effort at all. It was just a matter of recording physical data and then comparing the changes in parameters.”

"Don't even mention you, even Jizo could do it."

Kisuke Urahara's eyes twitched, and he immediately gritted his teeth, wishing he could go and cause some trouble for Mayuri Kurotsuchi right now.

What a beastly act!

Before the other party even had a chance to interrogate you, you spilled all your secrets. What's the difference between that and driving someone to their death?!

"Actually, there's no need to be too afraid."

Naraku sat down in a chair, reached into his clothes, took out a stack of white paper and pens, placed them on the table, and pushed them over.

"I brought you a gift this time."

"I prepared this specifically when I went out a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, Kisuke Urahara's heart skipped a beat.

Based on his understanding of Naraku, the so-called gift would likely be something that others were not fortunate enough to enjoy, and it would also be quite troublesome, potentially leading to a life-or-death crisis if one was not careful.

Before he could refuse, Naraku Sora pointed to the paper and pen on the table:

“I’ll say it, you write it down.”

Kisuke Urahara sighed helplessly, dragging his heavy body and carrying the tragic determination of heading to the execution ground as he sat down at the table.

"The most important materials are, respectively, furnace fire, forging, coolant, and spiritual pressure..."

At first, it wasn't a big deal. Naraku Sora's thoughts were all over the place, and he would say whatever came to mind, so the text he produced was rather messy and disorganized.

As he recorded more and more, Kisuke Urahara's expression gradually became strange. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead, slid down his temples, and soaked his pajamas.

No, what is all this stuff?

Who put these words on his pen?

The key to forging with the soul of the Grim Reaper is to remain focused during the forging process, concentrating fully on it; both willpower and spiritual pressure are indispensable.