Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Just as Shihouin Gouji was trying to grasp at the last glimmer of hope for life, his face contorted with an unprecedentedly fawning expression, his eyes filled with obsequiousness:

"Lord Naraku, we can actually talk..."

Bang!

The next moment, that aged face crumbled.

A dazzling white bolt of lightning, accompanied by a deafening roar, pierced through Shihouin Muji's head in an instant, leaving a vivid splash of blood on the clean alley wall.

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The body fell heavily to the ground, its luxurious clothes covered in dust, leaving only deathly silence.

Yoruichi never interfered with Naraku Sora's actions from beginning to end.

In her eyes, the boy in front of her was not only a victim in this incident, but also the only one who made a complete turnaround in the Shihouin family's situation.

"Alright, let's put this matter to rest."

Yoruichi clapped her hands and walked to Naraku Sora's side.

"Pack your things, and get ready to come back to the Shihōin mansion with me."

"Huh?" Naraku was bewildered.

The matter is already over, so why go to that mansion? Do you want him to compensate for the damage to the building?

"Aren't you my fiancé?"

Yoruichi grinned. "You should at least meet your family, right? It would be embarrassing if you didn't recognize everyone and something went wrong."

Nai Luokong: "..."

Didn't we agree before that it was all just a charade, and that you could just find some excuse to kick me to the curb after it's all over? At most, I'd get a reputation for being fickle and easily bored.

This is completely irrelevant to you, the head of Shihōin.

Seemingly sensing the boy's thoughts, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, like a cat spotting its prey:

"I changed my mind."

With that, she reached out and grabbed Naraku's wrist with a snap, then pulled him toward the mansion without a word.

In the mansion, near the ruins of the study, a burly man stood quietly, seemingly having been waiting for some time.

"hope Zhijin, you've finally decided to come over."

Yoruichi waved and said, "The matter over there has been completely resolved. Although Shihouin will be in chaos for a while, there will be no major repercussions."

"Oh, right, let me introduce you. This is the greatest contributor who helped us deal with those old guys, someone valued by the Soul Society's leader, a rising genius in Soul Society—"

"Nai failed!"

Ōmaeda Noriyuki walked over with a friendly smile: "Thanks to Lord Naraku, otherwise, Yoruichi would have been held hostage by those old bastards for who knows how long."

Naraku Sora looked at the man in front of her with some curiosity.

Compared to the Great God in his memory, Nozomi looked much more reliable, with a burly and robust physique and a faint but heavy spiritual pressure emanating from him.

Even without showing any hostility, it still gives people a sense of danger.

It is said that before Yoruichi became the captain of the 2nd Division and the commander-in-chief of the Onmitsukido, both of these organizations were in charge of this Ōmaeda Kinosuke.

He not only withstood pressure from within the Shihouin family, but also managed the two organizations in an orderly manner, demonstrating his exceptional abilities and qualities.

As Yoruichi grew up, he showed no interest in power and chose to relinquish it.

Now, with factional strife erupting within the Shihouin clan, they have steadfastly sided with the relatively weaker Yoruichi.

Such figures are truly deserving of the title of heroes.

After a few meaningless pleasantries, both host and guest were in high spirits.

Naraku Sora bid farewell to the Shihōin residence amidst flattery and disappeared into the night.

Watching his departing figure, hope Zhijin suddenly sighed, "Lord Ye Yi, it's been so long since you've laughed so happily."

Yoruichi: "?"

Did Ōmaeda misunderstand something?

……

……

Life in the front area of ​​Rukongai is always bustling and lively, with a constant stream of entertainment such as izakayas, arcades, late-night snacks, and street performances, offering a wide variety of choices.

Of course, most of these were enjoyed by nobles, followed by the Grim Reaper class.

Compared to the vibrant nights of others, in a secluded spot in the outer district, someone appeared rather quiet and composed.

Tu Fangfeng looked around at his surroundings with a look of terror.

Inside the bright and clean room, sophisticated equipment and instruments that were completely incomprehensible were neatly arranged.

The huge container was filled with a dark green liquid, and a figure with its eyes closed floated in it, seemingly having completely lost consciousness.

Hijikata Mine recognized him; he was another retainer who served under Shihōin Beyūji, Ishikawa Sōsuke!

His body was covered in cracks, like broken ceramic pieces that had been forcibly pieced together with some kind of strong adhesive.

Such a horrifying scene had an unprecedented impact on Tsuchikata Mine's fragile mind.

"Who exactly are you...?"

His trembling gaze fell upon the other person in the room.

A seemingly harmless brown-haired boy wearing non-prescription glasses.

Aizen raised his eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and did not speak to him.

But this action caused Hijikata Mine to instinctively shut his mouth, trying to curl up in the corner and suppress his trembling fear.

The scene that happened not long ago is almost etched into the depths of his soul.

This made it impossible for Hijikata Mine to have even the slightest thought of resistance when facing the boy in front of him.

After casually reinforcing the bindings on the burly man, Aizen carried his Zanpakuto to another unused room in the secret base.

This is a training ground, specifically used to test abilities that are not suitable for public display.

Gazing at the thick, wall-like metal pillar in front of him, Aizen hesitated for a moment, then slowly drew his Zanpakuto from his waist. A deep spiritual pressure flowed over it like water, wrapping around the blade.

The air suddenly became heavy, like mercury.

He raised his sword and slashed.

A jet-black sword swept past from the front, and in an instant, the world seemed to be stripped of its sound.

next moment.

The indestructible metal pillar was wiped out of thin air, leaving no trace, not even a fragment that had been cut or torn apart.

It was as if that part of the substance had disappeared forever.

Looking at the masterpiece before him, Aizen's face showed a complex expression.

Although I obtained something I'd been pursuing for a long time with great ease, the thought that it was all thanks to someone...

He was starting to lose control of his emotions...

Chapter 45 Hope is built on despair

"What's with your weakness? And what's with those tears?!"

In the first level of the Zhenyang Prison, in the "Waiting for Work" area, on a spacious platform, several prisoners trembled as they looked at the figure opposite them, hesitant to move forward even a step.

Seeing their pathetic state, Nairoku was furious.

"Come on, charge at me!"

"Anyone who can hurt me will get double the food this week; anyone who defeats me will get a reduced sentence!"

Despite the extremely generous terms offered by Narakuku, the group of sinners remained rooted to the spot, refusing to budge an inch.

Even the best reward is useless if you're not alive to receive it.

That kid on the other side is like a monster. He's only slightly higher than them in terms of spiritual pressure, but he's ridiculously strong in actual combat.

Even using only a bamboo sword, one can still unleash bursts of thunderous roar; with a raised fist, gusts of burning wind are stirred up.

From any perspective, it has already become very far removed from the species of death.

Naraku Sora, with his hands hanging at his sides, gradually calmed down as he looked at the sinners who were almost huddled together opposite him.

I don't quite understand why these people who so readily disregard the lives of others are so afraid of the insignificant pain in their flesh.

“If you will not come to me, then I will come to you.”

The steady footsteps seemed to pound on the hearts of the sinners, each step like a heavy drumbeat, the oppressive feeling growing stronger.

Boom!

It's unclear who snapped first, but some of the sinners let out hysterical roars to mask their deepest fears.

The next moment, it charged towards Naraku Sora like a wild beast.

"I don't know."

Some of the prison guards watching nearby were curious.

Why would Naraku, one of the Six Seats, choose this method of training?

"Just got back from a mission outside?"

"Yes, Nishikawa-senpai, I just returned from the 28th ward of South Rukongai!"

"It's normal not to understand."

Nishikawa scratched his head and explained.

"As the Shinigami who has risen the fastest in the history of the Shinigami Prison, perhaps in the eyes of some uninformed people, Naraku rose to his position because of the favor of the prison warden."

"However, in reality, since he joined, the criminals detained in the Shinigami Prison have changed from rebellious Grim Reapers from other institutions, troublemakers from Rukongai, and lawbreakers to those high-ranking nobles, and even the five great nobles."

"Most importantly, aside from his usual training time, Naraku would come to the underground prison to help, whether it was escorting criminals or carrying out punishments, he would accept anyone who came."