Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Eight captain-level Shinigami, including the vice-chief of the Ghost Daoist, were framed by their colleague Kisuke Urahara, were poisoned by the Void Poison, and completely lost their minds.

The verdict given by Room 46 was to punish these eight people on a fictitious basis.

The culprit, Kisuke Urahara, was stripped of all his spiritual power and exiled to a desolate land.

For the first time, Yamamoto and the 46th Chamber clashed fiercely, each sticking to their own version of events and arguing endlessly in the council chamber.

Perhaps seeing Yamamoto angry for the first time, the 46th Chamber unusually chose to back down and changed the sentences of Urahara Kisuke and others.

But it was too late; Kisuke Urahara and the others had already defected and left Soul Society.

Nobody knows where they went.

That night, Yamamoto stood by the window for a long time, thinking that things shouldn't be this way.

If that kid were here...

Hmm, it seems I've forgotten someone very important.

Time flew by, and another minor incident occurred in the Soul Society, which had finally regained its peace.

Rukia Kuchiki, the younger sister of the head of the Kuchiki family and a member of the 13th Division, violated the law by transferring her Shinigami powers to a human.

What happened next was even more incomprehensible to Yamamoto.

The younger sister of the head of the Kuchiki family, one of the five noble families, was sentenced to death for this trivial matter.

Has Room 46 gone mad?

Not long after the verdict was announced, a group of travelers from the human world forcibly broke into Soul Society, wreaked havoc in Seireitei, and defeated several captains.

On the hill of Twin Phantoms, a boy with orange spiky hair instantly defeated three vice-captains, including Chojiro Sasakibe.

Chojiro, do you want to be any more obvious?

With this kind of performance, even Kaname Tosen could tell that you were holding back.

Then, something incredible happened.

Aizen Sousuke, the captain of the Fifth Division who was supposed to be dead, reappeared and declared that he would stand atop the heavens, officially declaring war on the Soul Society.

Yamamoto looked at Aizen and the others who were taken away by the anti-membrane, his face showing no anger, but rather a hint of confusion.

For some reason, he felt that Aizen shouldn't be like this.

Then came the Battle of Karakura Town, where the captains fought a difficult battle against the Espada, but ultimately fell to Aizen.

Even Yamamoto himself, after sacrificing an arm, only managed to inflict some injuries on Aizen.

In the end, it was that spiky-haired boy who defeated Aizen and saved Soul Society.

After the war, Yamamoto looked at his empty sleeves and wondered if he should ask the human girl named Inoue Orihime to help him restore them.

What if enemies similar to Aizen appear in the future?

Strangely, he didn't seem to resist asking humans for help.

After all, without human help, Soul Society would have been shattered and rebuilt by Aizen long ago.

However, only a short time later, an unexpected enemy suddenly appeared.

Yhwach, the former defeated enemy and emperor of the Quincy, has returned.

When Yamamoto received the declaration of war from the Unknown Empire, he was furious, but he did not lose his mind.

After thinking for a long time, he bypassed the 46th cell and went directly to the eighth level of the True Central Prison, the Avici Hell.

Then, to Aizen's astonishment, he personally removed the seal from his body.

When he learned of Yamamoto's intentions, Aizen hesitated for only a second before readily agreeing.

To him, even the worst Grim Reaper is still a protector of the world, and his goal from beginning to end has always been to change the world.

Instead of being like Yhwach, that madman, who wanted to destroy the world and return everything to its origin.

Before leaving, Yamamoto specifically asked one question:

"Aizen Sousuke, don't you feel like something's missing from this world?"

Aizen frowned, staring at the old man before him. After a moment's thought, he replied:

"Without your stubbornness and pedantry."

"In my memory, you shouldn't be like this now."

Yamamoto paused, a flicker of realization crossing his eyes, then lowered his gaze slightly:

Is that so?

The war arrived as scheduled, with the Quincy launching a massive invasion of Soul Society from the shadows.

Death fought bravely to protect the land beneath their feet.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, resulting in heavy casualties.

Yamamoto personally intervened to try to end the war, but Yhwach stole his Bankai, ultimately leading to his death in battle.

In his final moments, he looked at Yhwach across from him, but his face showed no anger, only a calm as still water.

"Yhwabach, I have lost this battle."

"But next time, you won't be so lucky."

Yhwach frowned:

"What are you talking about...?"

Golden-red flames erupted, burning everything to ashes. The ruins of Seireitei were transformed, and the scorched earth slowly emerged.

Yamamoto opened his slightly closed eyes, a hint of relief flashing deep within them.

If he hadn't discovered the flaw in Aizen's words, he would have completely lost his mind by now.

"It was quite unexpected that you were able to regain your senses."

The metallic resonance echoed in the open space, immediately attracting Yamamoto's attention.

Opposite him, a figure similar to him stood on the scorched earth riddled with cracks, lava splashing wildly and terrifying heat spreading continuously.

The difference was that the other party wore a white bone mask on his face, and his aura seemed somewhat violent, like a volcano about to erupt in the distance.

"I'm rather curious, what did you just see?"

"You do not know?"

"That evolved from the deepest part of your heart. I am merely a Ryujin Jakka imbued with the power of the void, how would I know?"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto seemed to be deep in thought.

The essence of Bleach Hollowfication is to break through the original boundaries of the soul with the power of Hollows.

In a sense, Zanpakuto can be seen as the other side of a Shinigami (death god).

Therefore, what we are seeing is understandable.

"A world filled with despair and unable to gain my approval."

Yamamoto raised his right hand, and countless blazing spiritual particles condensed, forming a charred black longsword that emitted wisps of blue smoke.

"If I remember correctly, Aizen said that as long as he defeats you, he can master Hollowfication, right?"

Just as Ryujin Jakka was about to nod, he suddenly noticed something else in front of him.

My pupils constricted instinctively; that was…

A handful of burnt-out ashes.

……

……

The battlefield of Hueco Mundo is a scene of devastation.

Sinkholes several kilometers in diameter dotted the desert, and immense spiritual pressure, accompanied by explosive flames, shattered the clouds in the sky, turning the night sky crimson.

The moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, and the scorching heat spread like ripples.

As if a sun were rising in the void, the cold of the past was gone, replaced by a terrible heat wave that made it hard to breathe.

Two figures stood facing each other, stepping on a platform made of spiritual particles.

Feeling the long-lost excruciating pain in his body, a hint of excitement flashed in Naraku's eyes, and a demonic grin appeared on his bone mask as he stared fiercely at the person opposite him.

Yamamoto continued to act solely on instinct.

Even so, the stats after the intangibility still put Naraku in a tough fight.

The reason they've been able to hold out until now is entirely because Hollowfied Yamamoto can't kill him in one move.

The figure, shrouded in scorching spiritual pressure, rapidly approached, its exaggeratedly large muscles bulging instantly, causing Yamamoto's skin to become congested with blood, and a scorching wind rose amidst the crimson glow.

boom!!

A deafening roar pierced the air.

Naraku Sora's joints rubbed together, producing a sharp sound like a snapping harp string. Black and red arcs of electricity coiled around his arms and extended all the way to the blade.

A single slash brought forth a burst of wind, distorting the contours of space.

The moment they collided, both figures were sent flying backward, trailing long flames, and crashed into the sinkhole, kicking up clouds of dust.

Looking at the ripples bursting in the sky, everyone felt their scalps tingle.

Let alone a direct confrontation, they might not even be able to withstand the aftershocks.

These two, master and disciple, are simply monsters.

Naraku Sora stood up from the deep pit, and the horrifying collapse on his chest disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly returning to its original state.

If his super-fast regeneration wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to last this long.

Looking towards Yamamoto's position, they were surprised to find that the old man did not rush over immediately.

"Does this mean it's over?"

Just as Naraku Sora was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying scene unfolded.

The sea of ​​fire that had engulfed the entire battlefield vanished in an instant, in less than a second.