Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Just as Yamamoto was thinking this, Naraku Sora's excited roar echoed through the dojo, which was on the verge of collapse:

"Supernova Burn!"

Since a head-on collision has resulted in a stalemate, let's unleash the speed of our punches to the limit, ignite the air, and turn the world into a sea of ​​fire.

Yamamoto's pupils contracted as he keenly sensed his traitor's thoughts.

I was thinking of saying something to stop him, but my fist was faster than my words.

Before he could even speak, a solid punch landed on Yamamoto's chest, causing him to stagger back several steps and shatter the floor beneath his foot.

Yamamoto: "?"

That scoundrel, does he really intend to turn the world upside down?!

The next second, countless fist shadows erupted between the two, overlapping and intersecting with each other.

It was as if a piece of music of utmost purity was unfolding here, with intense melodies bursting forth soaring high, causing the earth to collapse and the walls to shatter.

Naraku Sora grinned, fully enjoying the pure exhilaration of the battle, his sweat drenching him only to evaporate in an instant.

A surge of fierce fighting spirit coursed through him, as if transformed into a blazing branding iron, burning the flowing blood into molten lava, pulsating between his veins and flowing wildly.

Yamamoto seemed to be influenced by him as well, his mouth stretched even wider, and he released ferocity like a bloodthirsty beast, with an aura of tyranny beginning to permeate the air.

Fists rained down like a storm, with twisted black and red arcs of electricity crackling all around.

A battle like that between wild beasts raged between the old man and the young man.

Each movement, seamlessly integrated into the body's instincts, gradually constructs the most perfect offensive posture.

boom--!!

The thunderous roar, mixed with the intense heat of the fire, erupted throughout the vast dojo, transforming into a massive pillar of light that shot upwards towards the heavens!

A foehn wind howled and annihilated everything around it.

The ground trembled, dust surged, and the dust swirled and contracted amidst the raging winds. The already crumbling building finally succumbed to the terrifying impact and collapsed with a deafening roar.

Without the protection of the ghostly barrier, the true aftershocks were released without reservation, directly blasting a deep sinkhole into the ground beneath their feet.

Crimson magma surged through the cracks, resembling an apocalyptic scene after a volcanic eruption.

Once the dust settled, Chojiro Sasaki and the others were finally able to see the scene in the ruins clearly.

Two figures stood facing each other, with a raging wind swirling around them, unable to subside for a long time.

Although the old man and the young man both looked disheveled and completely different from their usual serenity.

However, Chojiro Sasaki noticed with his sharp eyes that there was a strange bluish-purple ring on Yamamoto's left forearm.

On the other hand, Naroku looked disheveled, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he had no obvious injuries.

Lord Naraku has successfully overthrown his superior?

Perhaps influenced by someone, Chojiro Sasakibara suddenly had a rebellious idea pop into his mind.

But soon, he shook his head repeatedly.

Perhaps Lord Genryusai was simply yielding to Lord Naraku, which led to this situation.

Just as he was lost in thought, Yamamoto, with a sour old face, glared at his rebellious disciple:

"Kid, once you've learned it, get lost."

"The First Division cafeteria didn't prepare any food for you today."

Upon hearing this, Naraku's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Chojiro Sasakibe, who had brought people over to clean up the mess.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable under someone's intense gaze, Chojiro Sasakichi could only whisper:

"The food in the First Division's cafeteria is unlimited."

Yamamoto was furious and glared at Chojiro Sasaki. The other man returned an apologetic smile, but did not allow him to say anything more.

Chojiro, you betrayed us after all!

After enjoying a hearty meal in the cafeteria, Naraku left the First Division barracks with a satisfied heart.

Although he was badly beaten by Yamamoto, he also learned the techniques of the Black Flash Double Bone.

That saves him the trouble of developing it himself.

Even if the Wandenreich launches a blood war and the Quincy forcibly seize his Bankai, he can still kill them with his iron fists.

Speaking of which, Kisuke seems to have become lazy again lately.

It was clearly stated long ago that he should cooperate with Senior Brother Jing Le to find the Invisible Empire's base in the shadows as soon as possible.

But after several years, there have been no results.

Looks like we need to upgrade Kisuke's strength.

All they do all day is slack off; what kind of behavior is this?

……

……

Leaving the First Division, he walked towards the Shinigami Prison barracks, where passing soldiers and the Shinigami Prison Commander bowed respectfully from time to time.

Narakuku responded politely.

Despite assaulting his teacher and bullying his subordinates, he was still a good person at heart.

Walking all the way to the end of the street, I saw an unexpected, slender figure.

The captain's white haori, as white as snow, was worn over a black shihaka outfit. A light-colored belt cinched her slender waist, and her thick, long black hair was tied into a braid with a red ribbon, falling in front of her and obscuring her beautiful figure.

Her beautiful face had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and her gentle smile was like the first ray of sunshine in spring, shining on people's hearts and bringing them warmth and comfort from the bottom of their hearts.

The setting sun shone on Retsu Unohana, casting a golden glow.

"Kong, I've come to keep my appointment."

Looking at the young man in front of her, whose appearance had changed drastically from a few years ago, Retsu Unohana's cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes held an almost impatient anticipation.

To be honest, it's too fast.

For Death, who is an immortal being, a few years is but a blink of an eye.

While his contemporaries were still struggling at the level of Soul Reapers, Naraku had already become one of the top beings in Soul Society.

The speed at which this person is growing has exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Since you don't want Kenpachi's fate to continue, then show your strength to cut everything off."

Retsu Unohana walked slowly toward Sora Naraku, until they were close enough that they could feel each other's breath, and said softly.

Smelling the aggressive aroma mixed with a faint medicinal scent, Naraku grinned, realizing that things were unlikely to end well today.

If you don't want Unohana Retsu to die in the future Kenpachi battle, it would be best to use overwhelming power to crush her pitiful Kenpachi dignity into dust.

Finally, he arrogantly tells the woman in front of him that so-called destiny is not even as good as a dog with a broken spine in the face of true strength.

Having thought this through, Naraku also made up his mind:

"Since Sister Lie has already made up her mind, then come with me."

"I happen to know a perfect place for the two of us to have a good fight."

Upon hearing this, Unohana Retsu gave him a strange look.

She had originally planned to take him to the Avici Hell, but from what Naraku said, it seemed there was a better place.

Soon, the Shin-O Prison Commander returned to the Shin-O Prison he had always served.

After greeting Komamura and the others who stayed behind at the barracks, Naraku Sora led Unohana Retsu into his private room.

Rangiku crossed her arms in front of her, looking at the two figures who seemed rather intimate from behind. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a strong sense of crisis subconsciously rose in her heart.

Compared to Shizuku, who has only recently joined the team, this older sister-like captain Unohana is clearly more threatening.

No, we absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!

After standing there for a few seconds and thinking, Matsumoto Rangiku vanished from the spot in a flash.

Inside the room, under the questioning gaze of Retsu Unohana, Sora Naraku casually explained:

"We were too close to the First Division on the street just now, so it wasn't convenient to demonstrate some of our abilities."

"Besides, Sister Lie, you don't want to be disturbed, do you?"

Unohana Retsu nodded subconsciously, and then she saw Naraku Sora raise his hand and casually pull something to the side.

As if some monster had opened its mouth, a deep darkness emerged in the room.

"This is……"

"A black cavity?!"

Unohana Retsu showed a hint of surprise.

"plz follow me."

Narakuku offered no explanation, but simply entered the black cavity on his own.

Retsu Unohana hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Soon, a vast silver sea appeared before my eyes, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, like an eye looking down on the earth.

A heavy spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, descended. Before Retsu Unohana's incredulous gaze, Sora Naraku spread his arms wide:

"Welcome to my Hueco Mundo."

Chapter 253 Please Accept This Suppressed Love

"What are you talking about...?"

Unohana Retsu stood there, stunned, unable to come to her senses for a moment.

Trusting her, she followed Naraku through the Black Hole and arrived at a Hueco Mundo territory she had never explored before.

He didn't even ask why Naraku Sora, a Shinigami, would use the Hollow-out-exclusive skill—Black Hole.

But when Naraku Sora said "My Hueco Mundo," Unohana Retsu was completely baffled.