Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The Hill of Twin Killings.

Familiar faces gathered here, the Grim Reapers looking serious, as if something terrible had happened.

In the distance, the spiritual energy fluctuations of the Destroyer King were intense, indicating that it had just been activated.

"This is really a headache."

A familiar voice came from afar, and a figure dressed in a white haori entered everyone's sight.

"I didn't expect that even the Destroyer King could be stopped. I underestimated you."

Even though I knew everything in front of me was fake, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought when I saw that face.

Why does this guy have such a completely unfamiliar expression on his face?

Just then, a somewhat unfamiliar spiritual pressure descended, connecting everyone like a fishing net.

"The situation is urgent, please believe everything I am about to say."

"The prison warden Naroku is not dead. He defeated all the guards in the prison and killed all the judges and sages in the 46th cell."

"He has betrayed us!"

"Also betraying us were Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tōsen, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi of the new Gotei 13..."

Aizen stared in astonishment at the figure walking forward.

Even though he knew perfectly well that this was all an illusion created by a mirage, he subconsciously felt that this scene might actually happen.

But the person standing on the opposite side of Soul Society shouldn't be Sora, but someone else.

Naraku Sora approached Matsumoto Rangiku, lifted her by the collar around her neck with one hand, and lifted her off the ground.

The girl looked at the person standing in front of her with a face full of despair, and said in a trembling voice:

"No, you are not the Naraku I know."

Faced with the questioning, Naraku Sora smiled and said, "The Naraku Sora you know never actually existed in the first place."

As he spoke, his hand transformed into the shape of a withered tree branch, silently opening his chest cavity and retrieving a point of light from the hollow.

"Is this what they call the fragment of the Spirit King?"

"That's really surprising."

As they spoke, terrifying flames descended from the sky, as if a sun had fallen upon the Hill of Twin Calamities. The temperature in the air soared dramatically, instantly evaporating the surrounding moisture.

"Naraku, I will never allow it..."

Just then, the sky suddenly shattered, and several golden beams of light descended from the heavens.

"What a pity, teacher, the time is up just in time."

The membrane enveloped the group, the ground began to crumble, and the figures gradually rose to the top of the sky.

Naraku Sora lowered his gaze, looking down at the many captains below:

"Sousuke, what's with that expression on your face? Is all of this so hard to understand?"

"So-called friendship and trust are just means for me to pursue a higher realm."

Aizen's expression was indifferent: "Ku, have you finally fallen?"

"You are too arrogant."

Naraku Sora's gaze remained calm.

"No one starts out standing in the heavens, neither you, me, nor even the so-called gods."

"However, the unbearable void on the Throne of Heaven is about to end."

"From this day forward, I will stand on the top of the sky."

Looking at the figure enveloped by the anti-membrane, Aizen remained silent for a few seconds.

The scene before him was too surreal, completely different from the image of the reckless woman he had in mind.

That's definitely not something that guy would say.

But for some reason, he had a vague feeling that this scene might actually happen.

Is it just my imagination?

Just as he was pondering, a figure silently appeared behind him.

……

……

"Hehehe, eat me—"

"Naraku Blast Fist!"

Facing the irrational Aizen, Naraku Sora happily threw a punch.

In the past, when I fought Aizen, I had to worry about whether I would hurt him.

Moreover, it's impossible to fully enjoy oneself.

Aizen is too rational in battle; no matter what kind of move it is, he will always find a way to counter it.

Unless he can completely overwhelm the opponent with sheer numbers, he will lose more often than he wins.

But now there aren't so many concerns.

Aizen possesses a certain degree of super-fast regeneration in his Hollowfied state, and his physical attributes, spiritual pressure, strength, speed, and defense are all enhanced.

There's no need to worry about damaging it for a while.

How delightful!

A terrifying gust of wind from the fist struck, and a muffled, deafening impact resounded on the pristine white body. Immediately afterward, the person was sent flying backward, exploding into white shockwaves in the sky.

Kisuke Urahara breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat emotional.

Although my boss has a small eye, his abilities are absolutely unquestionable.

Even though Aizen's Hollowfication power is terrifying, he is still somewhat inferior to a certain monster.

Unfortunately, his attack failed, and the outcome was already decided.

There's no need to worry about the outcome anymore; let's focus on treating these people first.

It would be a bit ridiculous if someone didn't suffer any casualties in battle but died because of a lack of timely rescue.

Kisuke Urahara used his spiritual pressure to repair his battered body, fully restoring his mobility.

Looking at the "corpses" lying haphazardly in the desert, Kisuke Urahara's feelings suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Even back in my time as an intern, my teachers taught me more than once that Hollows are the enemy of death, and that any encounter with one of them would inevitably end in a life-or-death struggle.

However, now, the Grim Reaper and the Hollow are fighting side by side, even entrusting each other with their backs.

Doesn't this seem a bit contrary to...?

and many more.

Kisuke Urahara's face darkened as he suddenly remembered something.

If I remember correctly, among the people present, it seems that very few people have completed the six-year course at the Spiritual Arts Academy.

So they were all illiterate. That's alright then.

Aizen staggered and shook his head, seemingly a little dazed from the relentless punch.

However, in that moment of distraction, a figure radiating intense heat suddenly appeared in his sight.

Naraku moved his muscles and bones, causing them to ripple like flowing water, and a burst of intense power erupted from them.

The golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, as if it had an instinctive understanding of the impending impact.

A handful of burnt-out ash scattered before Aizen's eyes.

next second.

The surging heat roared beneath the sky, the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, and the temperature seemed to rise without limit.

Black and red lightning coiled around his body, distorting the surrounding space.

He leaned back and unleashed a black flash.

The intense, violent heat relentlessly assaults the senses, making one feel as if they are in a volcano of lava.

Just standing there gives one the illusion of suffocation.

"Binding Path No. 81: Severing Emptiness".

Under intense threat, Hollowfied Aizen instinctively unleashed the strongest defense within his Kido.

An invisible barrier descended from the sky, blocking Naraku's path.

No matter how many times he watched it, Naraku Sora still found the scene before him to be very abstract.

It's hard to understand.

But a mere break in the air is not enough to stop this powerful punch!

As the fist struck, countless dense cracks appeared on the transparent barrier, spreading out in an instant.

With a crisp cracking sound, fragments of spirit particles scattered and splashed into the nearby silver sand.

At the same time, a relentless, face-breaking punch of friendship landed squarely on that mask.

Boom!

Another fierce collision caused the entire battlefield to boil over, and scorching winds rose from the ground, dyeing the night sky golden red.

The thin air vibrated violently, and countless scorching waves of air echoed under the night sky.

With a long trail of flame, the Hollowfied Aizen carved a deep trench several kilometers long across the desert, smashing down the stone pillars that had accumulated at the horizon.

Kisuke Urahara was still shaken by the horrific scene.

Subconsciously, I put myself in Aizen's shoes and wondered what the consequences would be if that punch landed on him.

Kisuke Urahara shuddered, as if he could see a ripe watermelon bursting open.

He immediately put away his inappropriate thoughts of slacking off and made up his mind that he would not let that person find any fault with him for at least three months.