Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The only time was because of someone's instigation.

"Now--"

Naraku snapped his fingers, drawing the attention of both the man and the sword, and grinned as he said:

"For the sake of Xianghe, use the Bone on me!"

Muramasa's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly understood what the other person was thinking, and his breathing became rapid.

He and Kuchiki Kyouga exchanged a glance, their minds in sync, and a battle was about to break out.

Two spiritual pressures, differing only slightly, suddenly erupted, their deep purple light intertwining and wrapping around the body of the man and the sword.

Click!

Amidst the grating, teeth-grinding sounds of joints stretching and reforming, muscles bulged, and the muscular arms seemed to have expanded considerably, exuding a beauty emanating from strength.

As a rising star in Soul Society, his talent far surpasses that of the vast majority of Shinigami.

If it weren't for his extreme mindset in his earlier years, Kuchiki Kyouga would definitely be stronger now.

After a brief build-up, the fist whistled through the air, the explosive impact tearing the atmosphere apart, and the demonic barrier beneath their feet let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

But this was not the limit. When Kuchiki Hibiki threw a straight punch, Muramasa also got into position.

Almost simultaneously, he clenched his fist forward, twisted his wrist sharply, and the impact followed like a shadow, arriving in an instant.

The attacks from both seemed to merge and concentrate on a single point.

A sharp, piercing sound erupted from there.

As if an invisible gate had been turned, the air wailed and shattered, countless shrieks overlapping and scattering like blades in all directions.

"That's more like it!"

Naraku Sora grinned, facing the overwhelming and powerful impact without dodging or avoiding it, but instead went straight to meet it.

If this level of attack had been met when I first met Kuchiki Kyouga, I might have had to be more cautious.

Now, times have changed.

Having faced off against Hyosugu Ichibei head-on, Naraku Sora feels that everyone else is nothing special.

Compared to the Eye Monk who currently stands at the pinnacle of the world, he can indeed crush any Grim Reaper in terms of mechanics and stats.

Two deep purple spiritual pressures intertwined and flickered, swirling around his arms, and with unstoppable force, slammed heavily into Naraku Sora's timely outstretched fists.

Double bone structure vs. double bone structure!

boom!

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the dojo, and the long-damaged demonic barrier finally collapsed in the terrifying aftershocks, cracking open with countless fissures.

Like fragile glass struck by a heavy object.

The raging shockwaves surged in layers, exploding in a ring shape.

The three retreated almost simultaneously, their shoes scraping violently against the ground, leaving several charred marks that looked like bold strokes of ink.

Kuchiki Hibiki looked up with some delight, his eyes shining; he seemed to have found the right path.

Even Muramasa was surprised, not expecting such an exaggerated reaction:

"It seems there's hope for victory!"

"Don't get me wrong, this is just part of the correction process."

On the other side, Naraku Sora twisted his neck, making a crackling sound that sent chills down one's spine:

"If you just rely on numerical superiority to overwhelm the opponent, the battle will end in an instant, but then you won't achieve the desired training effect."

"Watch carefully and learn well. This is what the so-called Yuanliu should be like..."

In the next instant, Naraku stepped forward.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted.

The suffocating pressure unfolded within the dojo.

……

……

"Teacher, if one day your most beloved disciple becomes a Hollow, would you still share half of your roasted sweet potato with me?"

"Ok?"

Yamamoto, who was practicing calligraphy, glanced at the guy and wondered what had gotten into him this time.

He snorted coldly and said without raising his head:

"Then I will definitely choose to clean house, deal with you immediately, and then hold a funeral ceremony for you, preferably burning you to ashes."

Upon hearing this, Naraku felt a chill in his heart and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Aizen guessed correctly.

Despite his constant challenges to the old man's mental limits and his ever-increasing threshold, the beliefs formed in his earlier years are difficult to change overnight.

Old Man Shan was still the same rigid Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13.

The plan to slowly boil Yamamoto down must be implemented step by step.

Why are you suddenly talking nonsense?

Yamamoto seemed to have thought of something, and squinted at Naraku Sora.

"You haven't gotten into trouble again, have you?"

"What a joke! Do you think I, the dignified prison warden, am the kind of person who would cause trouble?"

Naraku Sora vehemently denied it, not mentioning the topic from before.

Yamamoto stared at it for a few seconds, but seeing that he couldn't figure it out, he turned his head and refocused his attention on the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"If you have time, you might as well visit the Kuchiki family."

"Ever since you cured Kuchiki Sojun, Captain Kuchiki has wanted to express his gratitude to you."

Upon hearing this, Naraku frowned: "Shouldn't he be the one to come and express his gratitude?"

Yamamoto nodded and said in a deep voice, "Normally that's how it is, but since the downfall of the Tsunayo family, the Kuchiki family has become the head of the five great noble families."

"As the head of the household, Kuchiki Ginryo's every move has received unprecedented attention."

"If he were to come and thank you in person, it would surely cause unprecedented turmoil among the nobles, and might even reignite the fighting."

"After all, you're a kid..."

Yamamoto shook his head and didn't continue.

As a key figure who brought down Tsunayoshiro, it's hard not to make some unfounded associations if he were to join forces with Kuchiki Ginrei.

For example, eliminating other noble forces and changing the existing order.

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora couldn't help but complain:

"They clearly have no real strength, but they're all paranoid and suspicious all the time, like they have paranoia."

"If we really want to settle scores with them, do we need to unite with others?"

Yamamoto coughed twice.

Seeing this, Naraku said nothing more, casually grabbed a few sweet potatoes from the stove, stuffed them into his pocket, and left the First Division's barracks.

……

……

Upon returning to the Shin-O Prison, they were met by Kisuke Urahara, who looked haggard.

He looked pale and thin, and swayed uncontrollably as he walked, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Those who knew him clearly understood that he was researching sword-forging techniques, while those who didn't might have thought he had done something indescribable with his Zanpakuto.

Upon seeing Naraku Sora, Urahara Kisuke forced a smile: "Lord Naraku, you're back. I was just about to come looking for you."

"What do you want with me?"

"The transformation of the divine body is complete?"

Naraku Sora took two roasted sweet potatoes out of his pocket and stuffed them into Urahara Kisuke's pocket as a reward for his hard work and lack of slacking off during this period.

Kisuke Urahara wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"That project is still in the future. We are currently focusing on the method of forging Zanpakuto and the Hell Hot Springs."

"It was actually a byproduct of the research process."

"Mr. Nemuro and I are both a little undecided, so we wanted to ask Lord Naraku to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Naraku became interested.

Something that can make even two brilliant minds like Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi feel troubled must be no ordinary thing!

Chapter 212 The Infernal Affairs

What is this?

Naraku Sora looked at the round object in his hands, a question mark appearing on his face.

You two have worked so hard forging this knife for so long, and all you've handed over is an iron bar?

"Actually, there was a slight deviation in the forging process."

Kisuke Urahara chuckled and explained, "The raw material for forging asabu is the soul of a Shinigami (death god). Because of this, we can only choose to use other materials with similar properties as substitutes."

"After some investigation, we finally decided on the spirit particles in the underground prison."

“Unlike other parts of Seireitei, this place, as a prison for criminals, is home to many Grim Reapers who have died from various accidents.”

"Because the outer layer of the prison is made of killing stone, which can effectively isolate all spiritual power, the underground prison is filled with spiritual particles mixed with souls."

"Mr. Nemuro thought that instead of letting them continue to linger underground, it would be better to make the most of them and use them as raw materials to forge Zanpakuto."

"After developing the device for collecting spiritual particles, we immediately put it into action."