Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Senjumaru's smile deepened.

“You are the one, Mayuri Kurotsuchi. I was only making tea for a short while, and you had already set your sights on my Naraku, even trying to trick him into cooperating with you.”

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

As they spoke, a tall figure came to their side, a pair of fair and slender hands resting on Naraku Sora's shoulders, a faint fragrance wafting over.

"This child belongs exclusively to me."

Shutara Senjumaru directly declared his sovereignty in front of everyone.

Naraku Sora turned around in surprise and saw the flawless face right in front of him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to have no dissatisfaction with the boy's actions.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's expression immediately darkened.

No one understood the woman's personality better than him.

She was like this from the very beginning when she founded the research group. She seemed easy to talk to, but in reality, she was autocratic. She rarely changed her decisions and never allowed others to interfere.

Even the captain-in-chief is not allowed.

If Senjumaru were like those idiotic Shinigami, that would be fine, but unfortunately, her research abilities are in no way inferior to mine, and in some aspects, she even surpasses me.

What's even more unacceptable is that, in terms of combat, this woman is far superior to him.

If we don't rely on any scientific research methods to fight, we'll probably be sewn into ugly corpses covered in needle holes in an instant.

"Alright, Naraku, I have something to discuss with you. Let's go."

Ignoring Mayuri Kurotsuchi's gloomy expression, Shutara Senjumaru pulled Naraku Sora towards the ground.

Watching the two figures disappear, Mayuri Kurotsuchi's gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a strange smile.

You're still as impatient as ever, Shutara.

On her way to the research lab, Senjumaru sighed softly, a hint of helplessness appearing on her delicate face:

"That guy tricked me."

Naraku Sora nodded, hitting the nail on the head: "It was an obvious test, even I could see it."

Try to look at things from the perspective of Sousuke; you'll often get different results and insights.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's request for cooperation seemed too abrupt, and it was clear that his true intentions lay elsewhere.

"Well, it's not important."

Senjumaru narrowed his eyes, a barely perceptible glint of sharpness flashing in them.

"With me here, Mayuri Kurotsuchi wouldn't be so heartless as to harm his colleagues."

"Hey, we've arrived at the research lab."

A fair right hand gently rested on the wall, and with a click, the sturdy research lab door opened.

What comes into view is a completely different decorating style from before.

Colorful silks hung and swayed from the ceiling, filling the room with an eerie atmosphere.

Shutara Senjumaru walked ahead, and the cloth seemed to have a mind of its own, automatically making way for her.

"I have developed many things, but the one I am most satisfied with is the [Shinha Armor], which is closely related to the Grim Reaper. It was because of this invention that I received an invitation from the Zero Division a few years ago."

"Because some research has not yet been completed, I have applied to the Spirit King Palace to postpone my promotion date."

"However, after recent research, I have discovered that there is still room for improvement in the [Death Armor]."

At this point, Senjumaru paused, a delicate sewing needle appearing between his two fingers, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"As for inspiration, it's naturally related to you, you silly boy."

Looking at the wicked woman who was closing in on him, Naraku Sora suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

Chapter 47 Your next sentence is...

"Take it off."

"Take it off again?"

Naraku Sora looked wary, his expression full of rejection.

This wicked woman's personality is even worse than that of Unohana Retsu from the next squad. Whether it's researching individuals or experiments related to Hollowfication, her first demand is always to take off her clothes.

Shutara Senjumaru paused, a curious expression on his face:

"Aren't you even a little bit interested in the proposed improvements to the Death Armor?"

"This...I..."

Naraku opened his mouth, but the words of refusal he was about to utter remained unspoken.

Although this wicked woman has an extremely bad personality, it is limited to some trivial and wicked hobbies. When it comes to serious matters, she is quite reliable.

Moreover, Naraku Sora has already smelled the delicious aroma.

"Could it be that the improved Death Armor is also effective against me?"

Senjumaru nodded: "Of course."

"Honestly, I don't really understand what purpose a piece of clothing meant to cover one's body can serve," Naraku Sora sighed helplessly. "So, could a kind and beautiful older sister explain this to me?"

Senjumaru's lips curled up: "You've come to the right person."

Nai Luokong: "..."

He had expected the woman to be modest.

Seemingly sensing someone's thoughts, Senjumaru tilted her head and looked sideways: "Am I not pretty?"

His calm and composed tone concealed a chilling murderous intent.

"nice!"

Without any hesitation, Naraku Sora chose to follow his heart.

The main focus is on practicality.

Senjumaru's smile deepened, and he parted his lips slightly:

“In the early days of the Gotei 13, there was no concept of Shinigami uniforms; they simply changed their clothes to black.”

"This idea actually originated from the Great Void."

Naraku Sora simply sat cross-legged in front of Senjumaru and listened attentively.

"Unlike Shinigami, Hollows don't have Zanpakuto as a weapon for attacking strong points, but their indestructible steel skin can often cause unimaginable trouble for their enemies."

"Based on this ability, I combined clothing with the spiritual power of the Grim Reaper to create the Death Guard Armor, which has a certain defensive capability."

"In addition, it has been given a self-repair function. If it breaks in battle, it can be restored to its original state by injecting spiritual pressure."

"Most importantly, I have completed the binding of the concept of the [Shinigami Armor] with the Shinigami. When you join the party, you will be officially granted the Shinigami Armor and, like Asauchi, you will be marked with the Shinigami's personal label."

"Besides these, minor features like automatic cleaning and dust prevention are not worth mentioning."

Although that's what he said, there was a barely perceptible hint of arrogance in his tone.

If mastering Bankai is enough for a Shinigami to leave their mark on the history of Soul Society, then Senjumaru's achievements undoubtedly changed the course of Soul Society's development, leaving a significant mark on it.

Naraku Sora pondered: "In other words, the Shinha armor actually existed when the Gotei 13 was founded."

Senjumaru nodded slightly: "That's right."

"If we calculate it this way, your age..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling gaze suddenly fell upon him, even more terrifying than before, as if he were being stared at by something horrifying.

Naraku Sora shut his mouth from the bottom of his heart; if they continued talking, something bad was bound to happen.

Senjumaru gave the guy a disapproving look, then continued:

"Through my research these past few days, I have discovered that although spirit particles are the basic units that constitute the world, they are still a complex and ever-changing thing in essence."

"Although they are largely the same in nature, they can be classified into hundreds or even thousands of categories if you break them down. The differences between different types of spirit particles are sometimes greater than the difference between death and beasts."

"But surprisingly, the two types of spirit particle individuals that most researchers believe should be mutually exclusive actually have something in common."

"Death and Hollow".

Naraku Sora suddenly realized that this was where his so-called inspiration came from.

As someone who can perfectly control the power of the void, Senjumaru had drawn a lot of his blood. After a series of experiments, it was only natural that he would find some commonalities.

"Now that you understand, take off your clothes."

Senjumaru extended her fair, jade-like fingers, with a slender, long sewing needle between them. Visible spiritual pressure swirled around it, transforming into threads that passed through the eye of the needle.

Naraku Sora stared intently at the other person, a suspicious expression on his face:

Why do I always feel like you're trying to trick me?

Senjumaru froze, a sad expression appearing on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Naraku Sora spoke first.

"I bet your next words will be, 'Would I lie to you?'"

Senjumaru: "?"

Naraku Sora sighed helplessly: "Then you'll show me with your actions that you really will."

After spending so much time together, he had figured out the woman's character and way of doing things.

There are definitely benefits, but there will also be plenty of pitfalls.

Senjumaru sighed softly. The silly boy would eventually grow up after being tricked so many times. She still thought he was cuter when he was silly before.

The moment the sigh subsided, Naraku Sora was startled to find that the colorful cloth hanging from the ceiling fell silently, then burst forth with a terrifying speed that was astonishing.

Several faint explosions could even be heard in the air.

Oh no, this woman is going to force herself on me.

Come on, it's time to start the battle to defend our clothes.

Naraku grinned, revealing his menacing white teeth, and suddenly unleashed a surge of spiritual pressure. A visible pillar of light shot into the sky, accompanied by howling and trembling winds, directly blasting away the incoming cloth.

Although its spiritual pressure intensity is still slightly weaker, its quality has surpassed that of Shinigami of the same spiritual power level.