Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Soon, two figures with extreme special effects collided repeatedly in the deep mountains, the scorching heat and roars echoing through the barracks, and terrifying flames painting the sky.

The two gradually got into a heated argument.

From basic hand-to-hand combat to advanced swordsmanship, dazzling sparks burst forth.

The interplay of blades gave Yamamoto a strange feeling.

It seemed as if he wasn't testing the teaching results, but rather battling a formidable opponent of equal strength.

In a daze, it seemed as if I had returned to thousands of years ago.

Having just become the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, he faced a formidable enemy from Hueco Mundo, using every means at his disposal, yet still failed to achieve victory.

Despite the lack of skill, the terrifying power was enough to make up for this insignificant difference.

The terrifying impact emanating from the blade gave one the illusion of being heavily confronted by the heavens and earth.

This kid really didn't disappoint!

Yamamoto grinned, his bones cracking as he shifted his muscles, sweat evaporating instantly in the heat, and a ferocious, demonic smile appeared on his face.

The upper body of the Shinigami armor turned to ashes in the scorching flames, revealing strong and muscular muscles. The scarred body brought a strong visual impact.

Step forward, Tang bamboo!

A tsunami-like wave of fire covered the sky, the heatwave rolling in like fiery clouds.

Seeing this, Naraku Sora followed suit, immediately unleashing a Shikai without any pre-cast delay, causing himself to ignite, and simultaneously activating Shunho, with golden and red patterns appearing on his perfect body.

Arms outstretched, displaying the same posture.

when!

Amidst the endless waves of fire, the blades clashed, instantly unleashing circular shockwaves that ripped the earth apart layer by layer, shattering rock strata into dust. Even distant trees were caught in the crossfire, swallowed up and reduced to countless ashes.

The long-awaited clash of forces ignited Yamamoto's passion.

He hadn't fought a decent opponent in a long time.

In the previous invasions of hell, what we dealt with were nothing more than the will of hell and vengeful beings; with a single strike, they were wiped out in large numbers.

It was at best a stomp on a noob; it couldn't be called a battle of equal strength.

Looking across the entire Soul Society now, perhaps only this traitor can allow me to fight without any restraint and have a good time.

A flame ignited in Yamamoto's eyes, as if he had returned to that bloody battle a thousand years ago.

A terrifying force, like a vast ocean, was unleashed, and the two burning blades clashed once more.

The pillars of fire shot straight into the sky, creating a vast sea of ​​fire that covered the entire barracks.

The busy team members noticed the commotion and stopped what they were doing, looking towards the end of the line of sight.

Feeling the familiar heatwave, the Grim Reapers showed no panic, but instead revealed genuine smiles.

If there is anything that can truly soothe people's hearts after the chaos of Hell, it is that the pillars of the Seireitei remain upright and unwavering.

Just looking at the sea of ​​fire spreading in, I felt a sense of peace.

……

……

As the setting sun cast its last rays upon the earth, a spirited figure emerged from the barracks of the First Division.

Sunlight falls on my shoulders, making me feel like a free man.

Although he still couldn't defeat Yamamoto, his injuries were significantly fewer than in previous encounters.

That's already quite an achievement.

Naraku Sora walked home, recalling the battle that had just taken place.

All I can say is that the Captain-Commander truly deserves to be called the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Despite his obvious weakness in physical strength, he still displayed terrifying combat power, making him the strongest in Soul Society.

Moreover, in terms of basic skills alone, he still lags behind Yamamoto by a considerable margin.

Fortunately, with the improvement of their strength, this gap is no longer a big deal. At most, they will suffer a slight loss, but it will not affect the course of the battle at all.

In addition, it has thick skin and tough flesh, unparalleled steel plate values, and a powerful regeneration mechanism.

The wounds that Yamamoto painstakingly inflicted healed in the blink of an eye, putting him in an invincible position from the very beginning.

That's a way of turning the tide.

Although Yamamoto said nothing about the extraordinary abilities his apprentice had displayed, the fleeting envy in his eyes was unmistakable.

Naraku Sora pondered, if the old man of the mountain didn't mind, why not let him experience the magical intangibility as well?

Thinking of this, the image of a bald, white-bearded old man wearing a blurred mask comes to mind.

Although the art style is not even a fraction as good as his, the level of sophistication doesn't seem to have dropped too much.

It seems to be feasible.

However, problems soon arose.

Based on previous Hollowfication experiments, all Shinigami who undergo Hollowfication will be in a state of unconscious berserk behavior for a period of time.

They displayed a fighting power that was even more exaggerated than usual.

With his current strength, if he goes all out, can he withstand Yamamoto's complete rampage?

Naraku Sora stroked his chin, finding it somewhat difficult.

Despite the seemingly evenly matched battle just now, Yamamoto was deliberately holding back and never revealed his final trump card, Bankai.

Once he loses his self-awareness, who knows if this old man will instantly unleash the Blazing Blade.

Should I just tough it out with the Broken Blade?

That's quite challenging!

Naraku narrowed his eyes, feeling that it was necessary to discuss this matter with his good brother.

As he walked and pondered, he soon returned to the Zhenyang Prison, which he had always been loyal to.

Surprisingly, there were no soldiers guarding the gate.

Moreover, intense spiritual pressure fluctuations emanated from inside the barracks, as if someone was engaged in battle.

Filled with curiosity, Naraku Sora walked toward the direction of the surging spiritual pressure.

Chapter 290 We are the remnants of the old era

On the martial arts stage.

Two figures, both shirtless and displaying their muscular physiques, were passionately colliding.

"Drink it all!!"

"Hmph!!"

Komamura Sajin stretched out his hairy arms and intertwined his fingers with the burly man opposite him, whose physique was no less impressive than his, and pushed each other.

With a roar that echoed throughout the training ground, the muscles on his arms suddenly bulged, veins bulging, and thick hair could no longer conceal them.

Opposite him, a burly man with a painted face refused to be outdone. His muscles bulged, and his powerful strength erupted, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers erupted in deafening cheers.

"Big dog, strong and powerful teeth!"

"We absolutely cannot lose! You're the mascot of the Naraku Clan!"

"How could a mere first generation possibly stand against our conviction!"

"Komamura!!"

Naraku Sora looked curiously at the stage, where he saw Komamura Sajin, who had recovered, and Zenjoji Yubin wrestling with each other.

Both sides tacitly refrained from using Zanpakuto, opting instead for hand-to-hand combat, a thrilling and exhilarating fighting style.

Surprisingly, Komamura Sajin was not at a disadvantage and even showed signs of gaining the upper hand.

However, this posture is not very aesthetically pleasing and does not conform to his aesthetics.

I don't know who he learned it from, but he's just like a brainless brute, not refined at all.

If this gets out, wouldn't it confirm his portrayal of everyone in the Central Prison as a bunch of brutes?

Upon noticing the return of their warden, the soldiers moved aside in perfect unison, clearing a wide path for Naraku.

Naraku Sora didn't mind at all, and walked up to them with a carefree attitude, watching the competition in the arena with a serious expression.

Perhaps realizing he was being watched by the person he respected most, Komamura Sajin's body swelled up again.

His already exaggerated physique became like that of a small giant; just standing there, he exuded an unstoppable and powerful aura.

"Roar!"

With its gaping maw wide open, Komamura unleashed an astonishing aura, his spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye swirling around his body. With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted Zenjoji Yubin high into the air and flung her away like a lead ball.

boom!

His burly body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the outer layer of the Ghost Path barrier, creating ripples of transparent light.

Zenjoji Yubin slid off the barrier, shook her somewhat dazed head, then suddenly stood up, grinned maliciously, and prepared for another round.

However, what she saw was a familiar figure standing at the edge of the training ground.

"Ah, it's Lord Naraku who's back."

He didn't seem to care about his defeat at all, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

Although this appearance, combined with its current state, makes it look particularly ferocious, it is enough to stop a child from crying at night.

Fortunately, the style of art was similar everywhere in the Shinigami Prison, so everyone was already familiar with it and not many people paid any attention.

"Lord Naraku."

"Lord Prison Order!"

The two jumped down from the training ground and came to Naraku's side to offer words of comfort and concern.