Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

It's not that I disagree.

The voice from behind the first curtain was somewhat gentle, attempting to calm the tense atmosphere.

"However, the Seireitei has just been attacked by Hell, and with the depletion of its manpower, we are worried that it would be dangerous to withdraw too many captains at once."

"Yeah yeah."

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, please think carefully and do not put the Seireitei in danger because of a moment of impulsiveness."

"If the gates of hell were to reappear, they could very well destroy everything."

"..."

Watching this group of high-and-mighty individuals chattering away and defending their own interests, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance.

What he painstakingly protected was not this group of useless people who only hid in crucial moments and then jumped out to point fingers when it was safe.

If their own disciples hadn't stepped forward, it's questionable whether this group could even continue sitting here.

Now they want to prevent the activation of the Hueco Mundo expeditionary force, truly...

Yamamoto shook his head: "Gentlemen..."

"There are some things I don't want to say outright, but if you insist on doing so, then I don't mind replacing them with another batch of obedient Room 46."

"My previous thinking was too outdated. I thought that selecting a group of people would allow Seireitei to develop steadily."

“You did a really good job at the beginning.”

"But as time went by, they gradually became blinded by power and only thought about seizing benefits."

"I have tolerated what you have done over the years, all for the sake of that hard-won stability."

"But now..."

Boom!

The cane slammed heavily on the ground, making a chilling sound.

The vast underground council chamber was deathly silent as the sages stared in horror at the old man standing in the center.

This was the first time in all these years that they had seen Yamamoto speak in this manner.

Moreover, the intensity of the language was unprecedented.

"I'm too lazy to say anything more."

Yamamoto's cold gaze swept over everyone.

"Let's be direct. All the culprits in Hell are immortal beings. If what happened before were to happen again, I cannot guarantee your safety."

"Sora is the only one who can stop Kuriyashiki."

"So, you'd better take care of yourselves."

After saying that, Yamamoto turned and left, not giving Room 46 a chance to speak again.

As the figure walked towards the sunlight, the sages exchanged bewildered glances, and the vast hall remained silent for a long time.

The next morning.

Genjiro Oki took the finalized list to the captain's office.

On the table were long-cold tea and some pastries, and Yamamoto was focused on handling team affairs.

Rebuilding the Seireitei is an extremely complicated task. In addition to the cooperation of the various divisions, the Captain-Commander also has to deal with some unexpected situations.

Upon receiving the list, Yamamoto glanced at it briefly before being stunned by the densely packed names.

"This is……"

"Have they all signed up?"

Genjiro Oki nodded and said in a deep voice, "Captain-Commander, I was actually taken aback by the enthusiasm of the captains when I was registering."

“All senior officers, whether injured or not, have signed up for this rescue operation.”

"Lord Naraku's status in the hearts of the team members is much higher than I thought."

Yamamoto paused for a moment, then took out a brush and began to annotate.

Venturing into Hueco Mundo is no child's play; a slight misstep could lead to certain death.

Any Shinigami who is unsuitable for group battles will not be approved, such as Hirako Shinji and Kyoraku Shunsui.

Their Zanpakuto are powerful, but they can affect their teammates, and a moment's carelessness can lead to a total wipeout.

The original generation isn't suitable either.

Without the power provided by Hell, they are weaker than they were in life, and if they die, they are likely to be dragged back to Hell.

Considering all factors, it's safer to stay in Soul Society.

Those with average skills won't do either.

Hueco Mundo is fraught with danger. Even ordinary Shinigami struggle to deal with lower-level Menos Grande Gillian, let alone the higher-level Menos Grande.

……

After sketching and revising for a while, Yamamoto finally finalized the list.

However, at that moment, a furtive figure appeared near the executive room.

He looked around to make sure there were no other people watching before he tiptoed into the room.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yamamoto paused for a moment, feeling that the guy's movements were strikingly similar to those of the traitor who had been abducted by Hueco Mundo.

He frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Urahara Sanke, what brings you here to this old man?"

Kisuke Urahara forced a smile and rushed to the table. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Genjiro Okiga next to him.

So he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Seeing this behavior, Yamamoto's eye twitched, and a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart.

This guy looks so familiar.

If he wasn't certain that the other person's spiritual pressure was Urahara Kisuke, he would have drawn his sword and attacked.

"Genjiro, you can go down now."

"Yes."

Genjiro Oki's personality is different from Chojiro Sasaki's. He never thinks about right or wrong when it comes to Yamamoto's orders, but only carries them out firmly.

Soon, only the two of them remained in the office.

Seeing the person leave, Kisuke Urahara's familiar smile returned to his face.

"Old Yamamoto, cough, Captain-Commander, Lord Naraku asked me to pass on a message to you."

"?"

Yamamoto suspected that either he was getting old and his hearing was failing him, or that Urahara Kisuke in front of him had become completely obsessed with his research.

Why are you suddenly talking nonsense?

"Urahara, are you awake?"

Urahara Kisuke: "?"

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto, I am perfectly clear-headed. It was indeed Lord Naraku who asked me to deliver this message."

"What?"

Has the list of troops for the Hueco Mundo expedition been finalized?

"Here."

Kisuke Urahara skillfully took the list, glanced at the names, thought for a few seconds, and then added a few more.

For example, Hirako Shinji and Kyoraku Shunsui.

The names of several vice-captains were also included, while Retsu Unohana's name was crossed out.

"Lord Naraku said that you don't need to worry about this rescue operation."

"Besides, he's having a great time in Hueco Mundo and there's no danger for the time being, so there's no need to worry about him."

Yamamoto frowned, staring intently at Urahara Kisuke in front of him until cold sweat poured from the latter's forehead, before shifting his gaze back to the list.

"that's it?"

Kisuke Urahara nodded.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, looked the list up and down, and then put it away.

"Since there's nothing else, let's go."

"I still have other team affairs to attend to."

Kisuke Urahara turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he suddenly heard the sound of something being thrown behind him. He instinctively reached out and caught it.

But it turned out to be just a warm roasted sweet potato.

"Get lost, you're not getting a reward for delivering this message."

Kisuke Urahara didn't mind, simply put it in his pocket, and left the barracks.

Gazing at that retreating figure, Yamamoto pondered for a few seconds, then abandoned his work and placed Ryujin Jakka into the tea stove.

He chuckled softly as he watched the rising aroma of tea.

"Hmph, at least they have some conscience."

After walking to a secluded corner far from the team barracks, "Urahara Kisuke" made sure no one was around, then forcibly tore open the black cavity with his hand.

Step into the broken boundary.

……

……

The strings soar high, the silver sea stretches far and wide.

The magnificent palace stands in the boundless desert, like a war fortress, exuding an aura that keeps strangers away.