Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Chapter 217 Why is there such a big difference between people?

Yamamoto was stunned for a moment as he stared at the pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky opposite him.

Unbeknownst to many, this kid has grown to such an extent.

Given the power that Naraku has shown so far, it is impossible for him to be defeated and taught a painful lesson by relying solely on Hakuda and Kendo.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's expression became somewhat dazed.

If I remember correctly, it doesn't seem like it's been that long since the traitor joined the team, right?

Such power is something that even other Grim Reapers would find difficult to match after hundreds of years of training. Sometimes, talent is just such an unreasonable thing.

Even if it were him, at that age, it seems he would only be embarking on his journey.

Just as Yamamoto was pondering, Naraku Sora opposite him unleashed his full spiritual pressure, crackling arcs of electricity swirling around his body, his Kido spiritual pressure bursting forth unrestrained.

Instantaneous Roar - Fiery Thunder Hell!

The state is a perfect fusion of Lightning Release Chakra Mode and Shunpo derivative techniques, with twisted electric arcs and scorching flames intertwined, causing the surrounding air to distort continuously.

Naraku Sora stood holding his sword, his face flushed red by the firelight, the tip of the sword hanging low. He slowly lowered his body, and the air around him seemed to explode with a deafening roar.

The two figures sprang up almost simultaneously, like meteorites colliding at high speed. The moment their figures merged into the terrifying heat, the blades collided countless times in an instant.

A dazzling array of afterimages intertwined, sparks bloomed like starlight, and then an incomprehensible and terrifying shockwave spread out from the center.

In a single instant, a massive crater with a diameter of 100 meters was created.

The entire First Division barracks trembled.

Countless soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked towards the back of the mountain.

Even now, they still don't know exactly what happened.

First, a terrifying shockwave erupted from the direction of Riting, turning the azure sky into an endless expanse of fiery clouds.

Just when things had calmed down, the First Division unleashed such an astonishing attack.

Has Hueco Mundo invaded?

In the past, Captain-Commander Yamamoto's methods of disciplining his disciples were far less severe than they are now.

It can't be that Naraku Sora got tired of being the prison warden and wanted to see if the position of Captain-Commander was comfortable, right?

Even those in the barracks, which were extremely far apart, could sense the terrifying aftershocks.

Yoruichi, who was busy with squad affairs in the Second Division barracks, suddenly stopped writing and looked out the window in astonishment.

"It's the spiritual pressure of emptiness!"

"That guy can actually hold his own against Captain-Commander Yamamoto. It seems he held back during the previous sparring session. He needs to work twice as hard."

Even if we can't catch up with him, we can't let the gap widen.

Soi Fon leaned against the railing, gazing blankly at the firelight that had turned the sky red.

the other side.

Retsu Unohana stood under the eaves of the Fourth Division barracks, her hands clasped in front of her, exuding a serene and beautiful aura, radiating a gentle charm that was hard to resist.

His calm eyes gazed in the direction from which the spiritual pressure was emanating, a fleeting look of contemplation crossing his face.

The things that have happened recently have been so numerous that she is finding it difficult to process them all.

First came the replica of the hellish hot spring, then Jushiro Ukitake recovered and was hospitalized again.

Before the patient could be cured, Wujian seemed to have another problem, and then the master and disciple turned against each other and started fighting without restraint.

Compared to when the Gotei 13 was first established, the Captain-Commander seems to have become younger and younger, and even his energy is more abundant than before.

From a medical perspective, if this trend continues, Yamamoto might live for another two thousand years.

Mindset really does affect a person's state of mind.

Just as he was pondering this, Jushiro Ukitake got up from his sickbed, came to the eaves, and looked in astonishment at the raging flames at the end of his line of sight.

"Even though he was disciplined by Hyosube Ichibei once, this kid is still not very well-behaved."

Upon hearing this, Retsu Unohana looked to the side with some surprise: "So, the recipe for the Hell Hot Spring was indeed brought back by Sora from the Spirit King's Palace?"

Jushiro Ukitake nodded; there was no need to hide such a thing.

Judging from seniority alone, Unohana Retsu is his senior, and his superb quiz skills were taught by Kirinji Tenjiro.

Even if he doesn't say it, Yamamoto will tell you in detail at that time.

After carefully sensing the spiritual pressure fluctuations in the air, Ukitake Jushiro raised an eyebrow, somewhat moved:

"It seems that Kong's strength has increased again compared to when he was in the Spirit King Palace."

"What kind of medicine did this guy take?"

"At this rate, he'll probably catch up to his teacher's level in less than a century."

"Having such a disciple must be quite an achievement for a teacher."

Despite saying that, as Yamamoto's disciple, Jushiro Ukitake still had a lot of confidence in his teacher.

After all, they founded the Spiritual Arts Academy, so there's not much to worry about in terms of education.

It's simply a matter of teaching according to aptitude.

Unohana Retsu remained silent, simply gazing quietly in the direction of the First Division; no one knew what she was thinking.

The fifth division team building.

While helping organize the documents, Hirako Shinji looked out the window and marveled at the sight.

"Sousuke, you said we all graduated at the same time, so how come there's such a big difference between people?"

"I still remember that kid used to come to our squad and spar with you all the time. It hasn't been that long since then."

"His sparring partner changed to Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

"He even became the warden of the True Central Prison. In terms of status, he's no less than us captains. And look at you..."

"Still three seats."

Aizen put down his brush, raised his gaze, and looked calmly at Hirako Shinji.

"If the captain has nothing better to do and is full of energy, he might as well take these back and process them himself. I have already completed one-third of them, and there are about 140 files left."

"Look, I've only said a couple of words, and you're already getting impatient!"

Hirako Shinji tried to ignore the sharp, piercing gaze, gave a wry smile, and placed the organized files on the table.

"Actually, what I meant was, do you want to be promoted to vice captain?"

Aizen: "?"

He seriously suspected that Hirako Shinji had taken the wrong medicine today, otherwise why would he have chosen to promote him to vice-captain?

"I'm sorry, Captain, I'm too weak and inexperienced to take on this important task. You should find someone else."

Upon hearing this, Hirako Shinji shrugged:

"There's no need to worry about that. Everyone in the team knows that you've mastered Shikai, and you performed very well during the previous Zanpakuto turmoil."

"Besides, my Fifth Division is not a place that values ​​seniority."

"How about it, want to give it a try?"

After a few seconds of silence, Aizen said, "I'll think about it."

After saying that, he stood up from his desk, picked up a stack of processed files, and walked towards the office.

Watching his retreating figure disappear down the corridor, Hirako Shinji's smile slowly faded, and a barely audible voice echoed in the room.

"Aizen, I hope my feeling is wrong, otherwise..."

On the other side, Aizen's expression remained calm in the corridor, as if nothing had just happened, but the sudden coldness behind his glasses said it all.

When he graduated from the Spirit Arts Academy, Shinji Hirako chose him from among many students, not only because of his Zanpakuto, but also because he vaguely sensed something.

But wasn't he also choosing Hirako Shinji?

Although the current situation differs slightly from expectations due to certain reasons, the overall direction is still correct.

The overly perceptive captain of the Fifth Division may have guessed something, which is why he probed.

But that's all there is to it.

If we try to explore deeper secrets, it could lead to disaster.

As he pondered, he looked up towards the direction of the First Squad's barracks. Seeing the pillar of fire that had swept away the clouds, Aizen's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

After all, I was never alone from beginning to end...

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"torch!"

Yamamoto, wielding Ryujin Jakka, raised his sword and slashed upwards, unleashing a blazing tornado that roared forth from the barren, cracked earth.

The entire back mountain was engulfed in flames.

The ever-increasing heat forced Chojiro Sasaki and Genjiro Okiga, who were watching the internal strife of the Genryu clan from afar, to retreat.

If we continue to stand still, we might get caught in the crossfire.

The soldiers stood on the rooftop gazing into the distance, wiping the sweat from their foreheads from time to time, feeling as if the high temperature in the air had no upper limit.

It continues to rise.

It was as if another sun had risen.

Facing the sudden attack of Matsuaki, Naraku Sora made no attempt to dodge, and slashed down with the force of a Tang Bamboo with his Zanpakuto, which was wrapped in arcs of electricity and flames.

Flying Dragon Strikes the Thief with Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon!

A massive pillar of lightning surged forth, enveloped in crimson light, transforming into a crescent-shaped sword pressure that divided the battlefield.

The forces of the two sides collided, instantly igniting the entire battlefield. The ground within a radius of a thousand meters shattered and collapsed, producing a deafening roar.