Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Just standing there evoked an overwhelming sense of despair.

Can we really defeat such a monster?

While the others were sighing, Lilynette, seemingly unaware of fear, rushed forward like a reckless fool.

He continued to fight Naraku Sora with bayonets.

Having finally mastered the method of releasing the blade in my own hands, even if I lose, I want to fight to my heart's content.

This is the real fun.

Lilynette's eyes gleamed with excitement, like a moth drawn to a flame.

However, the intense battle did not last long. Naraku raised his hand and unleashed a secret technique, Dragon Flash, shattering the spirit blade in the girl's hand into pieces.

Countless points of light scattered, and then the hilt of the knife slammed heavily onto Lilynette's head, knocking her senses out of control and making her dizzy.

Without their main force, the Arrancar were utterly defeated and helpless against Naraku Sora, who was like a demon god descending to earth, even when they went all out.

Grimmjow was kicked half to death, and Ulquiorra had his body severed in half.

Szayelaporro was the strongest, but also the most miserable. All the tentacles behind him were severed, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and half of his shoulder was shattered.

Even Harribel, Nairoku showed no mercy.

For Arrancars, equal treatment is the best form of respect.

Looking at that tall figure standing beneath the crescent moon, the Arrancar's eyes couldn't help but wander.

This is our Emperor, the only king of Las Noches...

Chapter 288 On the Importance of Intelligence

"You mean..."

"You group of captains were beaten to this state by a few unidentified Arrancars. Luckily, that kid Sora arrived in time to save your lives?"

Yamamoto looked at the group of defeated soldiers in front of him, his face extremely gloomy.

Kyoraku Shunsui nodded somewhat ashamedly, not daring to look at his teacher's expression.

As the leader of this operation, he bears primary responsibility for this failure.

"It must be because their daily practice is always about the same, almost the same!"

Yamamoto snorted coldly, his expression displeased.

"When it comes to the crucial moment, it's always just a little bit short."

"Go report to the general ambulance station."

After saying that, he prepared to turn and leave.

"Master Shan, what about our junior brother..."

Yamamoto said without turning his head, "You don't need to worry about this. Just focus on recovering."

Watching the old man's departing figure, the team leaders were filled with guilt.

Despite being top fighters in the Gotei 13, they were unable to play a crucial role at critical moments, a huge gap that was difficult for them to accept for a while.

Seemingly sensing everyone's current mood, Yamamoto, walking down the street, felt much better.

These guys usually don't take training seriously, but after suffering two setbacks in a row, it's time for them to get back into the swing of things and put in some effort.

That brat is usually so irresponsible, but he's actually quite useful when it counts.

He's all muscle and no brains, yet he's incredibly skilled at managing subordinates.

I really underestimated him.

Back in the First Division, Yamamoto, unusually, summoned Chojiro Sasaki and asked him to bring out the high-quality tea that Kuchiki Ginrei had previously sent.

Seeing Yamamoto's calm expression, Chojiro thought the rescue plan had been successfully completed, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

Soon, a fire was lit in the study.

As he savored the lingering sweetness between his teeth, Yamamoto's old face slowly broke into a smile.

Although the Seireitei suffered heavy losses during the Hell invasion, fortunately, the Shinigami were not significantly reduced, and the core strength of the Gotei 13 remained strong.

Moreover, the fierce war made the soldiers unusually united, and each squad showed a thriving spirit.

In addition to the daily reconstruction tasks, almost all team members would spend an extra few hours training each day.

The overall strength of the Gotei 13 is steadily increasing.

However, the Shin-O prison also played a part in this.

The outstanding performance of the Shinigami Prison Squad members in the war directly boosted the enthusiasm of other squads and organizations.

Although we can't compare to those guys yet, we're still much better than before.

This gave Yamamoto more confidence in fighting the impending threat of the Quincy.

Perhaps in the near future, the Thirteenth Division will surpass the original Thirteenth Division and become the true mainstay in protecting Soul Society.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's expression showed some relief.

I just don't know when my stupid, rebellious disciple will come back from Hueco Mundo.

With his abilities, he should be fine, right?

Yamamoto suddenly remembered Naraku Sora's performance in the Hell War, and a hint of barely concealed anger flashed in his eyes.

We must not suffer this loss for no reason.

Once the Technology Development Bureau finalizes the plan to enter hell, those guys who are unaware of their impending doom will definitely pay the price!

The moment this idea came to mind, hearty laughter echoed down the hallway outside:

"It's been so long, has Senior Sparrow missed me?"

Looking at the unharmed Naraku Sora in front of him, Sparrow secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that he's alright. I'm used to his erratic behavior.

"Master Yuan Liuzhai is waiting for you in his study."

After thinking for a moment, Quebe added, "During the time that Lord Naraku has been missing recently, Lord Genryusai has even lost his appetite for his favorite sweet potatoes."

"Oh, really?" Naraku grinned.

At that moment, a disdainful snort came from the study.

"I was concerned about the reconstruction of Seireitei."

The old man was still being stubborn.

Naraku Sora shook his head, in a great mood, and went straight into the study by opening the wooden door.

"Teacher, I'm back."

The old man raised his eyelids, quickly scanned the person, and was relieved to find that no one was missing an arm or a leg.

He then picked up the teapot from the stove and poured two cups of boiling hot tea.

Naraku Sora didn't stand on ceremony and gulped down the tea in a few gulps.

It seems that he had been studying with Yamamoto for too long, and he had also picked up this bad habit of drinking hot tea.

Fortunately, this temperature was nothing to him, given his thick skin.

Yamamoto, on the other hand, took a few sips slowly and deliberately.

The premium tea leaves, specially supplied to the Kuchiki family, are not something that ordinary Grim Reapers are qualified to enjoy. Only this kid is so ignorant of good things.

The correct way to drink it is to savor it carefully.

After finishing his cup of tea, Yamamoto composed himself and looked at his traitorous disciple with a serious expression:

"Boy, tell me the truth."

"Why did the Great Void's counter-membrane come to your aid at that time?"

"What exactly did you do in Hueco Mundo?"

"Also, I don't remember having that many Arrancar in Hueco Mundo."

Naraku Sora smiled, took out his prepared speech, and confidently said:

"Teacher, do you still remember the question I asked you back then?"

"what?"

"If one day your most beloved disciple becomes a Hollow, would you still share half of your roasted sweet potato with him?"

"?"

Yamamoto frowned, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

For example, this kid in front of us might actually be a Great Void Transformation cultivator, or this traitor might have accidentally contracted Void Poison during a mission, or the Technology Development Bureau might have been conducting forbidden research behind the scenes...

"Heh heh, to be honest with you."

Naraku Sora said with a smug look on his face, "Actually, your disciple, I am a brilliant scientist!"

"Looking at the entire Soul Society, no one can surpass him."

“Right when I first joined the team, I inherited the legacy of that wicked woman, Senjumaru, and fully unleashed my research talent.”

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, looked him over from left to right, and made sure that the kid in front of him was not possessed by anything strange.

It was eventually determined that the traitor was exhaling through his mouth.

After teaching you for so many years, do you think I don't know your research level?

Putting everything else aside, just those formulas and data—if you can memorize more than three of them, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball.

Although he was very disdainful, Yamamoto didn't say it aloud, but waited for the other person to continue.

"After my tireless research day and night, I finally developed a groundbreaking achievement that broke through the limits of the Hollows' souls, allowing them to complete their Arrancar transformation."

Naraku Sora stated his conclusion first, and then added several formulas and data that no normal person could understand.

This was something Aizen specifically taught him when he left Hueco Mundo.