Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Sōsuke, how did you know I had broken through to the first level of spiritual power?"

Aizen: "?"

No, who asked you?

Looking at the ugly face that someone made no attempt to hide, Aizen felt his blood pressure rise, and at the same time, a strong sense of confusion arose in his heart.

What's wrong with this guy?

How can spiritual pressure increase so quickly?

Chapter 232 The Difference Between Offense and Defense

Looking at the person's extremely ugly face, Aizen was not shocked at all, and his mood was completely unmoved. He even wanted to dissect it.

He was well aware of Naraku Sora's condition, so he made no attempt to speak to him.

If anyone dares to say a word, this guy could probably brag for ten days or half a month without stopping.

"Sousuke, what's with that expression?"

"Aren't you happy for your good brother?"

Just as Naraku Sora was trying to bring Aizen to the same level and then defeat him with his vast experience, he suddenly heard:

"The technology for breaking the surface has basically matured, it's time to switch to a different project."

"Previously, research on holographic technology had been stalled for some reasons, but now I have a new idea."

"Once we return to Soul Society, we can try it on Umino Kumohei first."

Naraku Sora paused for a moment, subconsciously trying to recall who Unno Kumohira was.

After some effort, they finally remembered the other person's identity.

The former captain of the 10th Division, due to the Tsuna Yayo family, mastered an immature form of Hollowfication, which allows him to unleash a power far exceeding his own spiritual pressure in an instant.

Then Aizen took notice of it and put it into a container.

"Alright, whether it's Hollowfication or Arrancarization, I'll definitely be there to lend a hand."

Naraku Sora readily agreed.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, preparing to continue his research into whether the female Arrancar of Las Noches wore miniskirts or stockings, Aizen continued:

"Kong, I've been thinking about a question for a long time."

"Meow?"

"What are your plans regarding Kisuke Urahara?"

"?"

Aizen's gaze was calm as he said indifferently:

"Although this person may seem unreliable on a daily basis, he is second to none in scientific research."

"Even I have to admit his talent in this area."

"Moreover, based on observations, Kisuke Urahara seems to have developed doubts."

"Despite his best efforts to cover it up, some flaws still slipped through his fingers due to the illusion of a mirage."

Naraku suddenly realized.

No wonder I always felt that Kisuke Urahara looked at him strangely a while ago, like he was doing something wrong.

"It would be such a waste to kill such a valuable talent."

Aizen looked at Naraku: "You want Urahara Kisuke to join our plan?"

Since the trip to the Spirit King Palace, due to the information gap between the two sides, coupled with the ambiguous and uncertain attitude of Hyosube Ichibei, the situation has changed.

There was also the stripping of the Spirit King's right hand.

In addition, the things Hyosube Ichibei said to Naraku Sora made Aizen regard the entire Zero Division as a hypothetical enemy.

Based on the information he had, the Spirit King was not as aloof and unapproachable as he appeared to be.

If Naraku Sora really chooses to become the Soul King, his fate might be very tragic.

To avoid this situation, he believed that he had to seize every opportunity to become stronger, even if it meant violating some principles.

To this end, Inzen devised some plans.

For example, the Hollowfication of Hueco Mundo and the plan to break the boundaries of Shinigami souls.

"I don't think there's a problem."

Naraku grinned. "That kid seems to have a lot of principles, but in reality, his bottom line is lower than anyone else's."

"Moreover, as a researcher, I have an extremely strong ability to learn."

"I believe that as long as we reason with him and appeal to his emotions, we will definitely be able to persuade Kisuke."

Aizen nodded.

Although I'm not quite sure what Naraku Sora meant by "reasoning with them and appealing to their emotions".

But if nothing unexpected happens, someone is about to suffer a major setback.

……

……

Yamamoto stood by the window, breathing in the fresh air coming from the courtyard.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, and the Ryujin Jakka under the stove continued to radiate warmth, adding a touch of coziness to this slightly chilly morning.

Tranquil and peaceful.

Yamamoto stroked his beard, his face beaming with contentment as he immersed himself in this hard-won atmosphere.

The work done during this period was all completed yesterday, and there haven't been any major problems recently. Even the attitude of the 46th Division is subtly changing.

Even the fighting among the nobles has become much less intense.

Could there be a better time than this?

Yamamoto bent down, fiddling with Ryujin Jakka. When the sweet potato's flavor became increasingly intense, it meant it was time to use it.

"A beautiful day begins with a roast..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand reached out without warning, ignoring the intense heat emanating from Ryujin Jakka, and forcibly snatched the sweet potato away.

"?"

Looking at the empty hearth and the Ryujin Jakka radiating resentful flames, Yamamoto suddenly felt his blood pressure rise.

When did this bastard sneak in?

Why didn't anyone inform us?

Chojiro, have you betrayed me?

"You bastard, that's my breakfast!"

Seeing his treacherous disciple snatch food from the tiger's mouth, Yamamoto's anger rose from his heart, and evil thoughts arose in his heart.

Before the person could even swallow the sweet potato, he brandished a fist the size of a clay pot.

boom!!

The floor cracked, the house shook, and dust fell in a flurry.

Yamamoto stared in shock at the fist that had collided with him, his mind a jumbled mess, unable to comprehend what was happening before him.

Naraku Sora is a genius; that much must be acknowledged.

Although he was not well-known during his time as an academy student, he became incredibly energetic after graduation, not only making rapid progress in his abilities but also making outstanding contributions to the Seireitei.

Although the methods were somewhat extreme, it must be admitted that under Naraku Sora's influence, the Soul Society has indeed shown a trend of improvement.

At the very least, those nobles no longer dared to openly abuse their status to commit evil.

After all, Naraku Sora was truly daring to take action.

He doesn't care about your status or anything like that.

What Yamamoto couldn't understand was that he had just beaten up his traitorous disciple a while ago and had a relatively clear understanding of his strength.

But only a short time has passed, and he seems to be getting stronger again.

Although he didn't use much force in that punch, Yamamoto could clearly sense the surging spiritual pressure coming from the other side at the moment of impact.

Compared to the period before, it's on a completely different level.

Yamamoto frowned, thought for a few seconds, then his eyes widened as if he had thought of something:

"Kid, you've broken through to the first level of Spirit Might?"

Naraku Sora first finished off the sweet potato in his other hand, then grinned:

"Indeed, I am now invincible."

"Old man Shan, the strategies for offense and defense have changed!"

"?"

Although he already had a guess in his heart, Yamamoto still found it hard to believe when he heard his traitor admit it himself.

How long has it been?

At Naraku's age, I think I've only just started to gain some fame, right?

So this kid has actually reached the pinnacle of most Grim Reapers?!

Yamamoto's mood suddenly became somewhat complicated, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

Even when he was still weak, this kid had already caused chaos and unrest in the Soul Society.

Now that he has broken through to the first level of spiritual power, he might just turn the Three Realms upside down.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly.

If this trend continues, in a few decades, it's possible that we might not be able to defeat them at all.