Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Aizen paused, a look of confusion on his face: "Isn't that right?"

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

What a scoundrel Sōsuke! I'll remember this grudge.

"If we storm into the Four Maple Courtyard, the first person to jump out will probably be that bald old man with muscles that's practically superhuman."

Naraku Sora pursed his lips, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories, and even his expression subtly changed.

"At that time, not only me, but you will probably be burned to ashes as well."

Although Aizen was very strong in his childhood, he was still too immature compared to a certain ultimate-level old monster.

"You're underestimating my extraordinary wisdom."

"Although an ordinary Shinigami attacking a noble is an act of insubordination, which violates the laws of Soul Society and will attract unspeakable things."

"But if we have a legitimate reason to act, then everything makes sense."

Aizen pondered, "Although the risk is a bit high, as long as we perfect the details, we can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Naraku Sora immediately became interested: "Come, tell me in detail."

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"Eat my Dragon Ascension Sword!"

In the First Division dojo, Naraku Sora, his body ablaze with spiritual pressure, unleashed a scorching attack like a supernova falling from the sky.

The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire barracks, even causing Chojiro, the sagabe captain in the courtyard, to marvel.

The guy who was beaten by the captain so many times but still refused to admit defeat, wasn't he the last one?

Back when the captain was instructing the band leader, before he could even throw a punch, the other man had already knelt down in the blink of an eye, showing absolutely no backbone.

Enraged, Lord Yamamoto became even more ruthless, even declaring that there was no such cowardly Shinigami among the Gotei 13, and that if he dared to do it again, he would hang Kyoraku on the East Wall for everyone to see.

On the other hand, Naraku Sora was very tough and showed absolutely no intention of backing down.

After the beating, he even wanted to have another one.

Even more outrageous is that he is also much more durable than the other disciples of the captain.

Even though he was covered in wounds, he could regain his energy in no time, making it hard not to envy his extraordinary talent.

"I have a general understanding of your initial release ability."

Yamamoto slapped someone away, casually draped the captain's haori hanging on the wall over his shoulders, and glanced at the boy embedded in the floor with a complicated expression.

I sorted out my thoughts.

"Don't tell everyone you meet next time."

Yamamoto said in a deep voice, "The power of the Zanpakuto is related to the very foundation of the Shinigami, and it is a secret among secrets. It must never be revealed to others, or even to enemies, casually."

"Otherwise, it's easy to put yourself in a dangerous situation."

Naraku shook his somewhat dazed head, nearly slapping his bile out of his mouth.

Who exactly said that old people's abilities are the least useful?

"It's a very powerful ability, even stronger than some Bankai, but its drawbacks are also obvious."

Ignoring the undignified Naraku Sora, Yamamoto calmly taught him, passing on as much of his experience and knowledge as possible to the promising junior.

"Spiritual pressure."

"If the fire is completely extinguished and the enemy cannot be defeated, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Naraku grinned: "When I encounter an enemy like this, do you think I should run away first, or go and fight him head-on?"

Yamamoto was taken aback and said irritably:

"I never realized you were the kind of person who could assess situations and make judgments!"

This kid is unlike any of the students he has ever taught; it's even hard to find anyone who bears a resemblance to him.

Others would find it hard to endure the hellish sparring sessions, but this kid enjoyed it immensely, even becoming completely immersed in them, oblivious to the world around him.

To be fair, this style is quite to his liking.

They would beat him up from time to time, treating it as entertainment after meals.

"Sit down, today we're going to talk about advanced moves in the White Fight style."

"I will name it, One Bone!"

At this point, Yamamoto paused for a moment, his five fingers shifting as he clenched into a fist.

A powerful spiritual pressure surged down from his arm, gathered, covered him, and emitted a barely perceptible glow from his fist.

Then, he threw a punch.

A suffocating feeling washed over him. At that moment, Naraku felt as if he were shrouded in death. A strong wind howled, and the world before him was completely occupied by that fist, with nothing else in sight.

The sudden turn of events caused Naraku's pupils to shrink to their limit, his body to stiffen, his mind blank and devoid of any thoughts, unable to even make the proper reaction.

"The foundation of this technique lies in the control of spiritual pressure and one's own spiritual body, which is quite compatible with you."

Yamamoto did not go so far as to attack his student with a bone; he simply let him experience it briefly.

Next came some additional details, as well as the direction of spiritual pressure control.

have to say.

Yamamoto truly deserves to be called the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, a being who has mastered the art of swordsmanship and demon-slaying.

He managed to explain dozens of variations of seemingly simple fighting techniques, and even summarized more than ten scenarios for their use.

Having memorized all of this, today's lesson came to an end.

"Teacher, there is something else I need to report to you."

"explain."

Naraku Sora organized his thoughts and gave a general retelling of what had happened at Koibushiyama, attributing his escape from death entirely to his Shikai.

Since we promised Aizen to keep it a secret, we absolutely cannot reveal it to the outside world.

Throughout, Yamamoto's expression remained calm, but the atmosphere inside the dojo grew increasingly oppressive as Naraku Sora narrated.

It was as if a dormant volcano had awakened; the air was thick with the suffocating smell of sulfurous eruptions.

After a long silence, Yamamoto slowly spoke:

“Ever since the Araki family disaster, you have been targeted by those lawless people, but according to the laws of Soul Society.”

"Without any evidence, no institution's Grim Reaper may lay a hand on a nobleman; otherwise, it would be a crime of treason."

"Moreover, even with sufficient evidence, it still requires the approval of the 46th Chamber. If it involves the five noble families, it must be discussed at the Golden Seal Nobles Conference before any action can be taken."

Naraku Sora frowned.

The rules of Soul Society were much more complicated than he had imagined.

"Teacher, what if it's internal strife among nobles?"

Yamamoto: "?"

Chapter 40 You submit the report, I approve the note

"What do you want to do?"

Yamamoto looked wary.

Naraku Sora smiled knowingly and said, "You just need to answer my questions, and I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

Out of trust, Yamamoto thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Although there are no explicit rules, internal struggles involving the interests of the nobles are usually resolved by the nobles themselves, and other institutions of the Seireitei are prohibited from interfering."

"Moreover, as long as the two sides in the conflict do not cause too much damage to the Soul Society or the Seireitei, they generally will not be held accountable by the 46 Chambers or the Council of the Golden Seals."

Naraku Sora nodded: "Then there's no problem."

“I have recorded everything you said using the Ghost Path. If anyone comes looking for trouble, I would appreciate it if you could testify to that.”

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto immediately had a bad feeling:

"Wait, you don't mean to..."

Naraku said with a serious expression:

"Just as you said when you first taught me the Genryu, as a Shinigami, especially one in a high position, one must have a clear understanding of oneself."

"I don't consider myself a kind person, nor am I the kind of person with a broad mind."

"On the contrary."

"Narrow-mindedness and vindictiveness are my personality traits."

"What's more, Ishikawa Sosuke has already said that I've blocked their path. This time it was a vice-captain level Grim Reaper, next time it might be a captain level one."

"They've already issued a challenge; do they expect me to throw my life away?"

"Therefore, those people must pay the price."

Yamamoto gave the boy in front of him a deep look, then narrowed his eyes, making it impossible to see the change in his gaze.

"But you must remember one thing: never underestimate others."

Pride and complacency will inevitably lead to disaster.

After saying that, without waiting for Naroku to reply, he stood up and left the dojo.

Watching his departing figure, Naraku Sora smiled with satisfaction.

Although he was sometimes a bit too harsh, he wasn't as pedantic as one might imagine.

This old man is a hypocrite.

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