Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

During his years of advanced studies at the Spiritual Arts Academy, he has actually reached the level of a vice-captain.

This achievement is far more impressive than his past accomplishments.

Even Komamura and his group are no less formidable.

Naraku Sora has always been open to geniuses like him.

Moreover, aside from her strength, the girl is also top-notch in appearance and figure, making her a perfect candidate to bring back and improve the average attractiveness of the Shinigami Prison.

Before long, Naraku led a group of new Shinigami back to the barracks.

The team members welcomed the new members.

However, this also brought new problems. A certain genius Grim Reaper, unwilling to start from the bottom, directly extended an invitation to the senior officer:

"Mr. Komamura, I challenge you!"

Under the sunlight, Matsumoto Rangiku smiled, her delicate face radiating confidence.

Chapter 239 Who Dares to Kill Me!

"Challenge me?"

Komamura Sajin looked astonished, and with his fluffy head, he actually looked rather endearing.

As a Grim Reaper who came to the profession later in life, although he did not go to the Shinigami Academy for systematic study, his strength is still not to be underestimated.

He was, after all, a genius of the werewolf clan.

Not long after joining the team, he became a Shinigami of the Seat Officer level, and after several years of training in the extremely competitive atmosphere of the Shinigami Prison, he became many times stronger than before.

In fact, Komamura Sajin felt that he was not far from mastering Bankai.

When he first joined the Shin-O prison, he was worried that his appearance would lead to him being ostracized by others.

After all, he was a werewolf.

When I finally saw him, I realized that he was actually in a much better state than I thought.

Those members of the maggot nest, who were once considered dangerous, were more ferocious than the last; their mere presence was enough to stop a child from crying at night.

The other members of the Shinigami Prison were already used to their presence.

So much so that when he first joined the team, some people even challenged him.

It's just because his appearance is very deceptive, giving people the impression of being very strong.

As for the result...

Of course, they fought each other, bruised and battered, and became close brothers who could talk about anything.

Perhaps it's just their style, or perhaps it's due to the influence of that person.

Anyway, the Shinigami Prison is the institution within Seireitei that pays the least attention to background and appearance, and Komamura Sajin felt an unprecedented sense of security here.

It's much better than when we were in the werewolf clan's territory.

We owe everything we have today to Lord Naraku.

Komamura Sajin would work ten or even nine hours a day, all so that one day he could repay Lord Naraku.

With the help of hard work and talent, he felt that he was now incredibly strong.

However, now, a girl who has just graduated from the Academy of Spiritual Arts has actually dared to challenge him.

Is this what they mean by "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger"?

Thinking of this, Komamura Sajin grinned, revealing a rather fierce expression, and glared menacingly at Matsumoto Rangiku:

"The Zhen'ao Prison team motto is: Competition first, friendship second."

"So, I won't hold back!"

Upon hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku's lips curled up, her face radiating confidence.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Komamura Sajin's eyes lit up. As expected of a genius discovered by Lord Naraku, his attitude towards battle alone perfectly matched the spirit of the Shinigami Prison Team.

Because the Technology Development Bureau replicated the Hell Hot Spring, as long as the injuries are not fatal and result in immediate death, such as missing limbs, people can recover within a certain period of time.

Therefore, the battles within the team are extremely fierce, even more so than those of the Eleventh Division, which is full of reckless brutes.

Seeing the two locked in a standoff, Naraku Sora raised an eyebrow.

Even with his keen eye, he couldn't immediately tell who was stronger.

Komamura Sajin had a good foundation, and with his hard work in training, he had already mastered Shikai several years ago. Moreover, his spiritual pressure was considered strong even in the Shinigami Prison.

As for Matsumoto Rangiku, she has even greater talent.

Because she didn't suffer at the hands of a certain adopted son, she has more potential now than in the original story. Judging from her spiritual pressure, she should have also mastered Shikai.

It can only be said that they met their match, and that they were both talented.

Thinking of this, he nodded to the two of them:

"In that case, let's fight to our hearts' content. I will be the referee. The winner will rise to the top, and the loser will eat dust."

Upon hearing this, Komamura Sajin and Matsumoto Rangiku's expressions immediately turned serious.

One failure is nothing, but it would be bad if Naraku Sora were to become disappointed because of it.

Therefore, we must unleash our true strength and full force in this battle!

Soon, the training ground was cleared out, and the two stood in the center of the field, their eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

With a deafening roar, the two disproportionate figures vanished from their original positions.

Ten meters in a single step, in the blink of an eye.

The instant Komamura Sajin drew his sword, his arm tightened abruptly, his muscles trembling like a bowstring, producing a sharp, piercing sound—

Slay him!

The swirling air currents rose from the bottom of the heavy blade, unleashing a torrent of violent power that created a mournful howl.

Due to his size, his Zanpakuto, even in its unreleased state, is still slightly larger than that of a typical Shinigami.

This is the result of spiritual pressure control.

If not deliberately restrained, any captain's Zanpakuto could reach tens of meters in length, comparable to a small mountain or building.

Faced with this powerful strike, Matsumoto Rangiku not only did not retreat, but instead met it head-on.

Perhaps because she frequently returned to the Shinigami Prison during her time as an intern, she has more or less picked up a straightforward fighting style.

clang!

The crisp sound of metal clashing together was so loud it made one's eardrums ache.

The immense power surged forth, seemingly without limit, relentlessly pressing down upon her. The difference in size and race instantly put her at a disadvantage.

The right arm is bent, and the blade is tilted back.

Seeing this, Komamura Sajin showed no mercy and unleashed his full spiritual pressure.

The big dog, which was originally quite adorable, instantly changed its demeanor once it entered battle mode.

A ferocious and violent surge came over her, and the almost tangible killing intent invaded Matsumoto Rangiku's consciousness in an extremely exaggerated way.

This caused her to be stunned for a moment.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, a materialized spiritual pressure enveloped Komamura Sajin's burly and tall body, causing a strong wind to rise from the ground and whistle and spin.

"Roar, divine retribution!"

A massive black-armored samurai arm appeared out of thin air, slashing towards Matsumoto Rangiku like a falling meteor.

The air exploded with a deafening roar, and a powerful gust of wind parted on both sides of the giant blade.

Matsumoto Rangiku's pupils contracted, and she dodged to the side.

The giant blade crashed onto the ground, instantly creating numerous cracks and a constant cracking sound. Countless stones flew out, bursting into a shockwave that swept across the area, stirring up countless dust particles that formed a visible dust ring.

In terms of the destructive power of his Shikai alone, few Shinigami can compare to Komamura.

The sheer power of that colossal Zanpakuto alone is enough to crush 99% of Shinigami.

Matsumoto Rangiku dodged with Shunpo, avoiding the attack while holding her Zanpakuto horizontally in front of her.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he reached out and ran his hand across the blade.

"Whisper, gray cat!"

The moment the words fell, spiritual pressure surged, and the silver blade instantly shattered into countless fine golden powders, which then swept out like a storm.

Naraku Sora, who was watching from the sidelines, blinked.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

In my memory, didn't Rangiku's gray cat turn into gray smoke, covering a certain area?

What's going on with this scene that looks like a sandstorm?

Could this be the most captivating moment for the Soul King fragments?

Seeing the golden storm surrounding the entire training ground, Komamura Sajin immediately became alert.

His Zanpakuto abilities may not be universally known, but Matsumoto Rangiku is certainly well aware of them.

However, few people know much about this genius girl who has just graduated from the Academy of Spiritual Arts.

Even the information about mastering the Shikai was something they were learning for the first time.

When there is an imbalance of information between the two parties, it is best to be cautious.

If things go wrong and we get hurt, that's a minor issue compared to disappointing Lord Naraku.

The deep red spiritual pressure light gathered around Komamura Sajin's body as he focused his thoughts, covering him like armor.

If you don't know your opponent's abilities, choosing a conservative approach is generally a good idea.

This is valuable experience gained through countless battles.

Even with thorough protection, seeing those tiny golden particles surging like a hurricane still caused a feeling of unease.