Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Todo managed a weak smile for Saemon.

"I don't know which squad you belong to. Please let me know, and I will definitely pay you a visit in person after the mission is over."

Upon hearing this, the girl puffed out her chest, a hint of pride flashing across her face:

"I wouldn't call myself a senior. I'm a new Shinigami who just joined the team, a rookie from the Shinigami Prison, Shizuku Akane!"

Upon hearing this self-introduction, Todo Weizaemon froze on the spot.

He had observed the girl's display of power very carefully; her powerful Shikai technique was at least at the vice-captain level.

Isn't the Shin-O Prison a bit too extravagant?

Could it be that the rumors about the new Gotei 13 were all true?

Watching the figures cleaning up the battlefield, Todo Weizaemon couldn't help but fall into a deep sense of confusion.

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"I heard you started a new Gotei 13?"

In the First Division's tea room, Yamamoto glanced sideways at a rebellious disciple who was tinkering with Ryujin Jakka.

"Let's add some warmth."

Naraku Sora patted the blade with practiced ease.

The Ryujin Jakka in the stove trembled slightly, and a small cluster of flames rose up, instantly warming the room considerably. The sweet potatoes on the baking tray emitted a warm and sweet aroma.

Winter has come again, and snowflakes are falling heavily outside.

It's the perfect time to eat sweet potatoes.

"It's not that mysterious, my men are just playing around."

Naraku reached out and handed the roasted sweet potato to Yamamoto, who grinned.

"Teacher, you know me. Using these underhanded tricks behind my back has never been my style. A real man should bravely face things head-on."

Yamamoto snorted in dissatisfaction, took the sweet potato, peeled it, took a bite, and his eyes lit up slightly.

That brat hasn't learned anything else, but he's mastered my roasted sweet potato technique perfectly.

Even if I end up homeless, I'll still have a skill to make a living.

"Enough with the nonsense. I have no objection to setting up a new Gotei 13, but it needs the approval of the 46th Chamber."

Upon hearing this, Nairoku couldn't help but laugh.

"Teacher, you're getting more and more confused."

"Given the current obvious situation, would the 46th Division still dare to point fingers at the Central Prison?"

"Those old guys are terrified."

"In my opinion, while you are still healthy and have not yet developed dementia, you should abolish those forty-six chambers as soon as possible, so that you can continue to contribute to the Soul Society for the rest of your life."

Yamamoto's breath hitched, his eyes narrowed, and anger flared.

After a few days without repairs, this person's ability to take advantage of others has become even more refined.

"You bastard, are you even awake?"

"What I mean is that the procedures must be compliant and legal, so as not to give people cause for gossip!"

Yamamoto roared, a barely concealed urge to draw his sword and slay the traitor.

Naraku Sora seemed to be deep in thought.

It's true what they say, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. In these matters, the old man is very thoughtful.

However, the new Gotei 13 and such really have nothing to do with him.

He had only mentioned it casually to Komamura Sajin and the others, but who knew these guys would take it to heart.

Not only was the Zhenyang Prison divided into thirteen teams, but new captains were also selected based on their comprehensive abilities.

Recently, I've even heard that Kaku is planning to poach people from other squads.

Such a gentle and kind woman, she was completely led astray by this group of brutes.

It can only be said that it was all Kisuke's fault.

"That's enough small talk."

Yamamoto finished off the sweet potato in his hand in a few bites and stood up.

Moving his seemingly aged body, his joints rubbed together, producing a sound like iron clashing, and his muscles swelled, radiating intense heat.

"I've recently gained a new understanding of Black Flash, so I'll test it on you."

Upon hearing this, Naraku's eyes lit up.

Indeed, teaching the old man to box was the right thing to do.

As the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society who has lived for thousands of years, he is definitely an authority when it comes to combat talent.

Not to mention, he also created the top-tier school of Yuanliu.

Whether it's his talent for learning or his educational abilities, Yamamoto is among the best in Soul Society.

I wonder if Old Man Shan can bring some surprises.

Thinking of this, Naraku Sora's lips curled into a smile:

"Okay."

At this moment, my hands are itching to fight.

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Fourth Division Barracks, Captain's Office.

A figure stood at the door, gently knocking and respectfully saying:

"Captain, the patient list for the general ambulance station has been completed. Would you like to take a look?"

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

The vice-captain, Seinosuke Yamada, standing guard at the door, couldn't help but show a hint of doubt on his face.

As the person who most admires Retsu Unohana, he knows her daily routine very well.

Normally, at this time, our team captain should be handling today's team affairs.

Has something happened?

Filled with doubt and confusion, Seinosuke Yamada slowly pushed open the door.

The office was quiet; there was no one else there.

Approaching the window, Yamada Seinosuke saw a letter on the table with "To Seinosuke" written on the cover.

Realizing it was Retsu Unohana's handwriting, he didn't hesitate and immediately opened the envelope.

A few seconds later, Seinosuke Yamada's pupils suddenly contracted:

"How is this possible..."

"The captain... she's gone to her death?!"

Chapter 252 Invitation

Inside the dojo.

Yamamoto completely transformed into a muscle monster. His originally short body swelled up a lot under the surge of power, just like Master Roshi.

Black and red lightning crackled around his thick arms, distorting the surrounding space and making him appear to others as an elongated Kryptonian creature.

Seeing the overwhelming force, Naraku revealed a beast-like smile and ripped off the cumbersome haori with his backhand.

Next, he pulled open the shihaka outfit on his upper body, revealing his perfectly muscular physique.

The black and red lightning, also radiating terrifying power, danced wildly on his arm.

With a stomp of his foot, Yamamoto seemed to tear open space and rushed directly in front of Naraku Sora.

"Black Flash - Twin Bones!"

"Black Flash..."

Within the dojo, reinforced by hundreds of binding barriers, two demonic figures clashed violently.

A massive white shockwave exploded from the two of them, instantly crushing the floor beneath their feet and turning the vast dojo into complete chaos.

Although both are black flashes, they are essentially spatial distortions caused by physical impacts and spiritual pressure shocks with an error controlled within 0.000001 seconds.

However, there are differences in physical impact.

While Naraku was still in its early stages, Yamamoto had already integrated the two bones into Black Flash, further enhancing its already overpowered stats.

This also led to its destructive power becoming extremely outrageous.

Let alone ordinary Grim Reapers, even captains would not have time to react to this attack and would be instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

The four fists collided violently like an out-of-control dump truck, creating dark cracks in the surrounding space.

The agonizing cries of anguish carried through the air beyond the temple grounds.

The expression on Chojiro Suzaku's face changed drastically as he watered the flowers in the courtyard. He looked up and glanced at the crumbling dojo.

He dared not delay, and immediately put down the kettle, summoned Genjiro Okiga and a group of seated officers and elite Shinigami, and went directly to the outside of the dojo to reinforce the Kido barrier of the building.

Considering that the old man and the young man had suddenly become unrecognizable, Chojiro kept encouraging his subordinates, the Grim Reapers, in an effort to prevent the aftershocks from affecting the entire barracks.

Seeing Naraku Sora holding her own in the duel, Yamamoto clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Even though his own moves were stronger and more refined, he couldn't completely suppress this traitor, which was truly a disheartening situation.

However, considering that Black Flash was created by this kid, it seems acceptable that I am slightly inferior in this aspect.

Despite trying to comfort himself with these thoughts, Yamamoto's expression grew increasingly ferocious, vaguely resembling that of the Sword Demon from a thousand years ago.