Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Although I don't understand it very well, memorizing it is not a problem.

Having spent so much time with Senjumaru, although I'm not exactly a serious researcher, I've gradually come to understand some of the principles through constant exposure.

Yamamoto looked surprised. After carefully considering what he had just said and confirming that he didn't understand either, his surprise deepened.

How can it be? !

Could this kid really be some kind of hidden genius scientist?

However, after thinking seriously for a few seconds, Yamamoto suddenly let out a disdainful snort.

What kind of earth-shattering wisdom is this? I don't believe that this kid has anything in his head other than muscles.

Although it was somewhat of a stretch, he still managed to make a rough judgment based on his rich life experience and understanding of the rebellious disciple.

This matter is definitely related to Kisuke Urahara.

It must have been something I memorized beforehand; if I were to ask me any questions, I would definitely be exposed.

But it's best not to expose them at this point. If this scoundrel gets angry and refuses to continue, that would be bad.

Yamamoto gave a perfunctory reply.

Naraku Sora didn't mind, poured himself a cup of tea, then poured some for Yamamoto, and continued:

"Later, to verify the research results, I went to Hueco Mundo alone to find materials."

"After some effort, we found several promising Adjuchas and Vastodes and applied the technology to them."

"The surgery was a success."

"I have successfully developed a species called manual face breaking."

"In gratitude, they willingly submitted to me, and with their help, I successfully conquered Las Noches and became the new King of Hueco Mundo."

"Now I have countless elite soldiers under my command, and I can sound the war horn against Soul Society at any time."

At first, Yamamoto's expression was nothing.

But as the story unfolded, his features became increasingly grotesque, and he almost transformed into a demon in the human world.

His eyes were wide open, staring straight at his own traitorous disciple.

"You bastard, do you know what you're saying?"

"I'm telling the truth, with at most a little artistic embellishment."

Naraku Sora appeared completely calm, showing no sign of lying.

"Putting everything else aside, I absolutely do not believe that they can take over the Void Palace."

Yamamoto snorted coldly: "Thousands of years ago, I saw a white Hollow who was on par with the King of Hueco Mundo."

"Even though I was already the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society at that time, I was still defeated by him."

"Later, that Hollow ascended to the Spirit King's Palace, attempting to replace the Spirit King."

"As for the result, you should know it by now."

"Hyōhibe Ichibei personally took action and erased its name, causing it to disappear from this world forever."

Naraku Sora blinked, vaguely remembering the story Yamamoto had told.

If I remember correctly, it was forged into a Zanpakuto by Nimaiya Oetsu and hidden in the cooling water ocean beneath his Phoenix Palace.

"The true strength of the King of Hueco Mundo can be judged from the performance of that white Hollow. He was already that powerful back then."

Yamamoto frowned and said seriously:

"Now, thousands of years later, it must be even more terrifying."

“Even I, an old man, cannot guarantee that I am his match, let alone you, kid.”

Naraku Sora looked completely bewildered.

Is the Hueco Mundo King you're talking about really the otaku Barragan I know?

Chapter 289 A Bold Idea

Naraku suddenly remembered the matter of Barragan.

Ever since he defeated the King of Hueco Mundo and forced him to his knees, he seemed to have been possessed by a salted fish named Kyoraku Shunsui.

He spends all his time holed up in Las Noches and only occasionally attends the so-called Espada meetings.

They have absolutely no interest in activities like arranging seating.

Out of basic respect for this former Hueco Mundo King, Naraku Sora kindly ranked him second.

I recently heard that he's become obsessed with some novels and has read all the serialized stories that Aizen brought back from Soul Society.

Speaking of which, the other Arrancar all have their own preferences.

They're either hopelessly addicted to battle, spend all day lying on the roof sleeping, or are busy with various construction projects.

On the contrary, Barragan, the former king of Hueco Mundo, completely gave up on himself after seeing how Las Noches was getting better and better under someone's leadership.

He spends all his time holed up on his throne, withdrawing into himself.

He looked like a lonely old man, completely lacking his former domineering aura.

Should I find him something to do?

Naraku Sora pondered for a moment.

Seeing his traitorous disciple start daydreaming again, Yamamoto snorted coldly in displeasure:

"Boy, your lies have been exposed by this old man, you have nothing to say now, do you?"

Naraku Sora sighed helplessly, "Why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth?"

"In that case, let me put it another way."

Yamamoto stared at his traitor, wondering what kind of nonsense he would spout this time.

"Actually, it was a few female Arrancar in Hueco Mundo who took a fancy to my perfect body, so they used the Anti-Membrane to forcibly take me away, intending to leave me in Hueco Mundo as a Starfury Force."

Yamamoto: "..."

Although this sounds even more fake, why does it inexplicably feel real?

Given this kid's unconventional behavior, it's quite possible that's the case.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, no longer dwelling on the matter.

Since this kid doesn't want to talk, then forget it.

Considering his merit in protecting the Seireitei, all past events will be forgiven.

Whether he's a genius scientist or the King of Hueco Mundo, he's ultimately Yamamoto Shigekuni's disciple.

Yamamoto lowered his gaze, picked up the steaming tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You've been staying in Hueco Mundo all this time, have you neglected your usual training?"

Naraku grinned and said frankly, "Would the teacher like to test me?"

The old man and the young man exchanged a glance, both seeing the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Then, the two stood up in perfect unison and walked towards the back of the barracks.

The team barracks are currently under reconstruction, so let's not cause any trouble for the team members.

……

……

In the barren depths of the mountains, two figures stood at a distance, their eyes locked, their powerful auras clashing and creating countless visible gusts of air.

Naraku Sora observed Yamamoto across from him and found that the old man seemed to have changed little from usual.

They did not become depressed or experience any other negative state due to the Hell invasion incident.

Despite his advanced age, apart from his appearance, there is no other sign of aging.

Even his spiritual pressure was much stronger than when they first met.

and many more!

Wasn't he already at the limit of death? How can this old man get stronger?

Naraku Sora's eyes widened as he suddenly realized he had discovered the key point.

Meanwhile, Yamamoto, on the other side, was also observing Naraku Sora. Once he confirmed that his foolish apprentice was the same as before, he felt relieved.

He had been worried that the kid might suffer some irreparable serious injury from forcibly rushing into the Hungry Pleasure Corridor.

In hindsight, he was overthinking it.

Naraku Sora's skin was much thicker than he had imagined.

As the two men's momentum reached its peak, the ground could no longer withstand the intense heat, and a crack appeared, accompanied by a barely perceptible sound.

Like a bugle call.

The two figures disappeared from their spots almost simultaneously. However, the difference was that Yamamoto's movement was noticeably silent, leaving only a conspicuous burn mark on the ground.

From where Naraku was located, a muffled sound, like the deafening roar of an explosion, rang out.

Yamamoto's eyes widened, and he nearly missed with his punch.

If he wasn't mistaken, this brat wasn't using Instant Step, but rather Utsuki's unique movement technique, "Sound Spin"!

Have they started to stop avoiding people?!

This time it was a resounding success, but what will happen next? Yamamoto simply can't imagine.

But after experiencing the invasion of Hell, it suddenly seemed that this matter was nothing.

Even if it's serious, can it be more serious than the destruction of the world?

The fists collided, and a deafening shockwave spread outwards, only to be instantly covered and controlled by the spiritual pressure of both parties.

This prevented the aftershocks from destroying the surrounding area.

It's just a simple inspection; there's no need to plow the back mountain again.