Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Amidst the flashing lightning, the Zanpakuto roared out, cutting off the strong wind in mid-air and striking straight at the chest.

The sudden change caused Nairoku's pupils to shrink to their limit, and he instinctively made a reverse slash upwards with his sword.

However, despite his quick reaction, Aizen still managed to slash through his shihaka robe in the instant the blades crossed.

Surprisingly, the clothes that should have been torn remained unchanged.

Aizen raised an eyebrow in surprise. It seemed that his slash had struck something extremely tough. If he had to make a comparison, it might be similar to the steel skin of a Hollow.

It seems that Naraku has obtained something incredible again.

He instantly thought of Shutara Senjumaru, the prison warden who was temporarily in charge of the Shinigami Prison and had changed the course of the Shinigami history.

But this is for the best.

If you have time, you can also borrow Naraku's Shinigami armor and study its secrets.

While you're at it, check if anyone has left anything inappropriate on his clothes.

Just as he was pondering, Naraku Sora abandoned his thoughts, unleashed his spiritual pressure, and charged straight at Aizen.

At this moment, its power and influence have greatly increased.

In an instant, sparks erupted in the training ground like a torrential downpour, and the clanging of metal against metal created a deafening roar that shook the very soul.

If Aizen hadn't set up a Kido barrier in the dojo beforehand, the huge venue probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few seconds before turning into a desolate wasteland.

Even so, the ground beneath their feet was still shattered and broken due to the lingering shockwaves, with cracks everywhere.

Naraku Sora grinned, enduring spiritual pressure far exceeding his own strength. The silver-white blade glowed with a blazing crimson, carrying extreme heat as he slashed down at Aizen.

As the scorching wind swept over him, Aizen's expression underwent a subtle change.

He boasted that he had a decent talent for the Ghost Path, and that he could not only easily master the higher sequences of the Ghost Path, but also expand upon the existing foundation to develop his own understanding.

But compared to this completely unreasonable guy in front of him, there is still a gap that is completely incomprehensible.

Most others who use the Ghost Path rely on their knowledge of Ghost Path incantations, rituals, and even the pathways of spiritual energy circulation; these are things that require talent and time to master.

But Naraku is different.

This guy seems to be acting on instinct.

While others might need to prepare before unleashing their demonic powers, he didn't need to at all; it was as natural as breathing, without any pre-cast animation.

It's as if the way of the demons has been engraved into their very bones.

Outrageous.

Aizen raised his Zanpakuto in his right hand, holding it horizontally in front of him, and the heavy spiritual pressure instantly created an indestructible defense.

But the next moment.

The impact, like a volcanic eruption, came head-on, easily shattering and disintegrating his defenses, and advancing with overwhelming force.

The moment the figure flew backward, the incandescent sword pressure swept across the sky, striking with great precision in the gap when Naraku Sora's technique was old and new power had not yet emerged.

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The sound of tearing cloth echoed in the dojo. The sturdy new Shinha armor was forcefully cut in half by the sword, leaving a huge gap from which blood spurted.

The next moment, the two figures, each carrying intense spiritual pressure, charged together again, and the deafening, high-pitched sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the dojo.

In less than half a second, the two had already unleashed countless slashes at each other.

Countless afterimages appeared in the dilapidated grounds, constantly adding scars to this already overburdened training ground.

This intense battle continued until Naraku Sora was exhausted and his spiritual power was nearly depleted before it finally stopped.

When the roaring sound abruptly stopped, both of them were in varying degrees of disarray.

Naraku Sora looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water; his whole body was almost soaked in sweat, his heart was pounding, and even his muscles and bones were aching.

The shiha armor was also tattered and covered in slash marks, with the gruesome knife wounds faintly visible through the gaps.

The continuous high-intensity combat nearly drained his physical capabilities.

On the other hand, Aizen wasn't much better off. Although he had a natural advantage in spiritual pressure, his other stats were slightly inferior.

As a result, he suffered many injuries, some of which were so deep that the bone was visible.

As for the dojo where the two were located, it was in complete disarray.

The earth, walls, and even the roof covered in gold were scorched, with faint red marks. Several targets that had been targeted were turned into molten iron, leaving no trace of their remains.

It was comparable to a natural disaster.

And this is under the protection of the binding barrier.

If Aizen hadn't had foresight, other members of the squad, or even Hirako Shinji, would probably have already come to investigate the situation.

Naraku Sora lay on the ground without any regard for his image, letting his spiritual pressure recover on its own.

Aizen hesitated, ultimately worried about being completely assimilated by someone, so he chose to stand aside and use the newly mastered Reidou technique to treat her.

Recalling the course of their battle, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke:

"Thank you, Sora."

Naraku Sora looked up blankly at Aizen, his eyes obscured by his non-reflective glasses, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.

"The method of fusing Kido and Kendo has given me a lot of ideas," Aizen explained calmly. "The path that was previously stagnant has been reopened."

Upon hearing this, Naraku waved his hand dismissively:

"Sigh, let's just say it's like a father's love that's as solid as a mountain."

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A terrifying spiritual pressure, like a tidal wave crashing down, once again enveloped the dojo.

……

Having finally finished a day of training, Naraku walked out of the Fifth Division gate with a limp, making sure to say goodbye to the guardian Shinigami before leaving.

Looking at his disabled yet determined figure, the guardian of death was filled with admiration.

He truly deserves to be called a genius at such a young age; his spirit of diligent self-cultivation is something we should all emulate and learn from.

Naraku Sora originally planned to go straight back to the Shinigami Prison barracks, but after only a few steps, he encountered a familiar figure blocking the road.

"Well, you've finally decided to come out, Naraku."

Yoruichi, leaning against the wall, waved and gave a hearty smile.

"I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Chapter 50 What a good child!

"Huh? You're asking me why I'm looking for you?"

Yoruichi was like the delinquent leader of a gang, raising her eyebrows as she patted Naraku Sora's shoulder with practiced ease.

"Don't you remember the engagement?"

"I'm here today, of course, to kidnap you and carry out that predetermined task. Just surrender obediently!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the dark-skinned girl activated her binding spell without warning, instantly imprisoning Naraku, then lifted her up and hoisted her onto her shoulder.

Under the terrified gaze of the guardian Grim Reaper not far away, he vanished directly into the molten gold of the setting sun.

"Oh no! Lord Naraku has been ambushed by the Second Division Captain!"

"Should we inform Aizen, the Ninth Seat?"

"Let me tell you, Aizen-sama has been good to us, after all, he is one of Aizen-sama's few friends."

"But I can't leave right now, so I'll have someone pass on the message."

The Shinigami summoned other members who were free and gave a brief description of what they had just seen, then asked them to relay it to Aizen.

The overall atmosphere in the Fifth Division is quite good, and the members' emotions are relatively stable, much better than the Eleventh Division next door.

However, the work was relatively busy. The person entrusted had just walked to the center of the barracks when he was called away by the officer to carry out other entrusted tasks. He then relayed the words of the Guardian of Death to others.

However, the other Grim Reapers also had their own work to do, so they had no choice but to entrust the task to other Grim Reapers again.

As the message was relayed down through the layers, by the time Aizen heard the specific details again, a strange and incomprehensible change had occurred.

"Lord Naraku was beaten to his knees by that woman, and then his mouth and teeth were taken away!"

Aizen: "?"

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The Second Division's barracks are built on a high mountain, with a spacious training ground beneath the overlapping and intersecting buildings, where many reserve members are practicing assassination techniques.

Unlike the Gotei 13, the members of the Onmitsukido (Secret Mobile Force) mostly undergo brutal training from a young age.

From the most basic analysis of human acupoints, to the basic combat methods of Zhanquan Zougui, and then to various stealth and assassination techniques.

Those who perform exceptionally well can generally remain in the Execution Army as official members, or directly join the Second Division and become officially recognized members of the Shinigami Corps.

Those who perform poorly are usually transferred to other squads or accepted by the Shihouin family and its subordinate lower-ranking nobles.

Compared to studying at the Spiritual Arts Academy, the training period for the Criminal Army is much longer, and prospective members begin training at a younger age.

Therefore, Naraku saw many boys and girls who were shorter than him, meticulously carrying out their training tasks.

The captain's study.

Yoruichi gently put the man down and casually untied the bindings that were wrapped around him.

In reality, the binding spell was merely symbolic and could not imprison Naraku at all.

"So, what exactly happened that warrants such a fuss?"

Naraku Sora glanced at the girl who was serving tea, and had a feeling that she harbored some kind of unusual malice towards him.

It felt like someone had stolen a treasure you cherished.

Despite the girl's attempts to suppress her emotions, she still couldn't escape his eyes.

This inevitably left Naraku Sora confused, wondering where he had offended the other party.