Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Apart from a few veterans, the remaining captains haven't been in their positions for very long, so they aren't entirely clear on Yamamoto's true strength.

But Narakuku was someone they watched grow stronger step by step.

His ascent speed was outrageous; looking at the records of the Soul Society over the past few thousand years, there is no Shinigami as monstrous as him.

Normally, a Shinigami who has just joined the team and can be promoted to a Seat Officer within ten years is already considered a prodigy.

Those who mastered Shikai during their time in the Seireitei basically became the backbone of the organization.

As for Shinigami who have mastered Bankai, they are powerful beings worthy of being recorded in the annals of Soul Society.

Belonging is a symbol of honor.

In contrast, Naraku Sora had already shown outstanding talent during his time as an insei (a type of religious student), and upon graduation, he demonstrated the spiritual pressure strength of a high-ranking seat officer, making him a true genius.

But compared to his performance after joining the team, this achievement is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

There is no basis for comparison.

In just a few years, he not only became one of the few high-ranking members of the Soul Society, but also successfully mastered Bankai.

Now, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he annihilated Kyoya with a single strike, becoming a hero who saved Soul Society and the human world, and an object of admiration for the Shinigami.

This kind of life is even more extravagant than Yamamoto's in the past.

The official in charge of recording history would certainly add a significant detail to it.

Perhaps in the near future, Naraku Sora's name will appear in the textbooks of the Spirit Arts Academy.

Feeling the scorching spiritual pressure emanating from the vortex, Kyoraku Shunsui adjusted his straw raincoat and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

so good.

If I don't have the time, perhaps these unbearable torments will fall on me.

Speaking of which, it seems like my junior brother isn't very good at handling paperwork, right?

But is it necessary for the captain to do these things?

Kyoraku Shunsui subconsciously recalled her teacher's daily work, which always seemed to be very busy, like a spinning top that never stops.

It keeps spinning.

No, no, we have to think of a way.

Even if you don't like dealing with paperwork, you still need to have someone around you who is good at it.

Just like little Lisa.

In order to live a wonderful, carefree life in the future, Kyoraku Shunsui decides to make a sacrifice now.

With this thought in mind, his gaze hardened, and after greeting Jushiro Ukitake, he headed towards the Shin-O prison.

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Shizuku trembled as she hid behind cover, staring in terror at the two figures in the sky that resembled demons.

Can anyone tell her why the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 is here?

Why did they end up fighting Naraku-sama again?

Also, isn't it said that Captain-Commander Yamamoto is the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society in a thousand years?

She felt that the two of them were about the same level!

With a single slash of blazing fire, Naraku was sent flying. A surge of heat roared beneath the sky, and the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, causing the temperature to rise as if there were no upper limit.

The scorching flames fell, transforming into a pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky, completely engulfing Naraku.

No one would believe that this act wasn't driven by some personal grudge.

Yamamoto glanced at the shattered earth nearby, then at his almost unharmed traitor. A sense of helplessness welled up within him, along with a barely perceptible feeling of relief.

The kid who couldn't even withstand one of his punches back then can now fight him head-on.

To have taught such a disciple is a life well-lived.

However, there is still a lot to learn if you want to take over his position!

Yamamoto opened his eyes, and a flash of golden-red fire disappeared from his pupils.

The instant the Ryujin Jakka fell, another torch rose from the ground, and a howling fire tornado transformed into a natural disaster, surging forward in a mighty torrent.

Without any hesitation, another slash came down, followed by the burning of the city walls. The blazing flames surrounded Naraku, and the terrifying heat continuously eroded its outer spiritual pressure.

After a few probing attacks, Yamamoto had a preliminary understanding of his traitor's strength, so he attacked without any restraint, focusing his attacks on the smoking parts.

A scorching hell!

When Naraku Kureha, enduring the scorching heat, tore the pine torch apart, the strongest crowd control technique descended upon him.

A terrifying spiritual pressure, as deep as an abyss, poured into the earth, causing countless jagged fissures to erupt, within which golden-red magma flowed freely.

The next second, dozens of towering pillars of fire burst into flames and shot straight into the sky, dispelling the dark night and turning the battlefield of the rift into bright daylight.

"Ooh!"

Naraku was unable to dodge in time and was splattered in the face with fire pillars. However, the terrifying attack that would normally kill or seriously injure a captain did not cause him any effective damage.

Even if it turned black, it returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

At first, Yamamoto guessed that this powerful recovery ability might be some kind of talent.

Among the Grim Reapers, there are many who possess special talents.

I originally thought Naraku Sora was one of them, but now it seems like what a load of rubbish talent he has.

This is the Great Hollow's super-fast regeneration!

No wonder I always felt that the way I punched him felt strange, with a kind of inexplicable familiarity.

Now everything is clear.

That gleaming skin was clearly the steel skin of the Great Hollow.

After a brief period of suppression, the old man and the young man collided violently like meteorites.

The blades of Ryujin Jakka and Fajaya Tei clashed and pressed tightly together, sparking countless dazzling sparks.

The immense power was unleashed, and the surging volcano even developed twisted patterns as a result.

Looking at Yamamoto across the blade, Naraku Sora smiled disdainfully and grinned:

"The captain is nothing special."

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Seeing his still energetic and foolish disciple, Yamamoto's anger rose from his heart, and he became wicked. He gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand while leaning his left arm back.

His terrifying muscles made a sound like a bowstring being tightened, and his joints rubbed against each other. His already exaggerated arm circumference swelled up another size, highlighting the hideous scars on them.

A terrifying pressure, like a volcanic eruption, followed.

Spiritual pressure swirled around him, and black and red arcs of electricity coiled around his arm.

Upon seeing this, Naraku Sora's eyes widened. Just as he was about to react, Yamamoto seized the initiative and threw a simple, unadorned punch straight forward.

Black Flash - One Bone!

Click.

The sound of bones shattering rang out, and an irresistible, terrifying force surged forth like a raging ocean.

In just a second, Naraku streaked across the sky like a meteor, carving a crack several kilometers long into the fiery clouds that had stained the battlefield.

Finally, it crashed into the desolate land, stirring up a dust wave that shot straight into the sky!

Looking at his masterpiece, Yamamoto blew away the smoke rising from his fist, a look of satisfaction appearing on his old face.

Although the final victory was somewhat unfair, that's how battles are.

Yamamoto took a look at the density of spiritual particles in the air, then flew towards a more stable area. After being away for so long, it was time to return to Soul Society.

Before leaving, he glanced at the bunker located at the edge of the battlefield, seemingly unintentionally.

The death girl seemed to be in a somewhat abnormal state.

Forget it, forget it.

Since that kid found it, let him handle it.

Although the incident involving the Ryudoji clan took an unexpected turn, fortunately, it ended without serious harm, and the crisis was completely resolved.

Watching Yamamoto's disappearing figure, Shizuku hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran in the direction where Naraku had fallen.

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"Damn it, that old man actually resorted to sneak attacks without any sense of martial ethics."

"I will remember this grudge. Sooner or later I will make him know what it means to have fortunes change every thirty years."

In Rukongai, Naraku Sora led a bewildered Shizuku along the street, heading towards the Seireitei.

“Akane Shizuku, you should be able to tell.”

"In principle, I can beat that old man."

Hearing this, Shizuku asked curiously, "So how did you end up collapsing?"

Naraku Sora gave her a long, wistful look: "Perhaps it's because of the deep-rooted nature of respecting teachers and elders."

Akane Shizuku: "..."

Her eyesight wasn't very good, and she couldn't see any trace of those four words on the person.

Seemingly sensing the other party's disrespectful intentions, Naraku Sora let out a cold snort:

"The entire Ryudoji clan is dead, and the risk to Kaguya has been eliminated."

"Girl, you are free now."

Akane Shizuku paused for a moment: "Free? Free?"

"Yes, being free means being able to go wherever you want."