Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

In this world, through the flapping of her own wings, she caused two people who should have been enemies to become partners.

They even formed a special research group, and the relationship between them was very harmonious.

There was absolutely no intention of confrontation.

After a few seconds of reflection, Naraku Sora turned around and dumped the mess in the underground prison onto Urahara Kisuke.

After arriving at the canteen and having a hearty meal, he planned to go to other barracks to see if there were any suitable criminals to imprison.

For example, Kyoraku Shunsui and so on.

However, upon arriving at the Eighth Division, he unexpectedly learned from Yadomaru Lisa that Kyoraku Shunsui had received a communication before dinner.

As the vice-captain, Lisa Yadomaru specifically asked, only to be met with a face as if she had lost her parents.

Then, Kyoraku Shunsui said with deep sorrow:

"This journey is fraught with peril. If I do not return, little Lisa can sprinkle two cups of Runlin'an sake for me on this day every year."

Although she had been by Kyoraku Shunsui's side for a long time, Yadomaru Lisa still had no idea what was wrong with her captain.

After thinking for a few seconds, Naraku suddenly realized something, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

After saying goodbye to Yadomaru Lisa, he walked into the First Division barracks as the last rays of the setting sun shone on him.

Before even stepping through the gate, Naraku Sora felt the intense spiritual pressure and the scorching heat that permeated the air.

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Inside the dojo, two figures faced each other from afar.

Looking at Kyoraku Shunsui, who appeared dejected, Yamamoto slowly began to speak:

"Captain of the Jing Band, it must have been ten years since I last checked your cultivation progress, right?"

Kyoraku Shunsui forced a smile, a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"It seems so."

"Have you diligently cultivated as I instructed?"

Despite the increasingly hot and dry surroundings, Kyoraku Shunsui was sweating profusely.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down his temples, soaking his collar.

"This, this..."

As a captain-level Grim Reaper, and one of the top-tier ones at that, how could one improve simply through diligent training?

When he first became the captain, Kyoraku Shunsui worked very hard.

But as time went by, he discovered that both his spiritual pressure and his skills had reached a bottleneck.

After several unsuccessful attempts to break through, Kyoraku Shunsui stopped focusing on improving his own strength and chose to slowly hone his skills over time.

Constant dripping wears away a stone; sooner or later, I'll reach Yamamoto's level.

But what was unexpected was that so many disasters occurred in less than a hundred years.

Each time, they nearly destroyed Seireitei.

Kyoraku Shunsui finally realized his shortcomings and prepared to start working hard again.

However, it was too late.

Seeing that his lazy apprentice couldn't answer for a long time, Yamamoto already knew the answer.

The old man immediately snorted coldly:

"Whether you've tried your best or not, you'll know once you've fought."

"I hope that the band leader's performance in the future will not disappoint me."

Kyoraku Shunsui sighed and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist with both hands.

Hundreds of years ago, this old man was already living a life of retirement, but on a whim, he took on a disciple.

Now look what's happened! My blood pressure, which I finally managed to get back in control of, keeps spikes every few days, and the barracks have been dismantled time and time again—it's almost as bad as the Ship of Theseus.

Facing Yamamoto, Kyoraku Shunsui naturally dared not slack off in the slightest.

His eyes, which usually held a hint of dejection, were now incredibly serious.

Accompanied by a clear, sharp clang, two Zanpakuto, one long and one short, were suddenly drawn, slicing through the air with a cold light.

Yamamoto raised his cane, and under the influence of spiritual pressure, the wooden fibers instantly sublimated, revealing the hidden Ryujin Jakka within.

The moment the old man gripped the knife handle, the air around him seemed to explode with a deafening roar.

Like a battle horn being sounded.

The moment the explosion rang out, a sharp light flashed in Kyoraku Shunsui's eyes, and a materialized spiritual pressure erupted, stirring up a fierce wind as sharp as a knife.

With a light step, an astonishing speed was instantly unleashed.

With the two swords positioned one in front of the other at an extremely strange angle, they slashed at Yamamoto's weakness.

As one of the only two remaining pairs of Zanpakuto in Soul Society, Kyoraku Shunsui specially developed a dual-sword technique for Katen Kyokotsu.

Its main feature is its cunning and unpredictable nature, making it difficult for the enemy to adapt.

Although he had been somewhat lax in the past few decades, his superb swordsmanship has improved significantly after repeated high-intensity battles in recent years.

Coupled with the arduous training under the waterfall, Kyoraku Shunsui wouldn't dare say he was better than Yamamoto in swordsmanship, but he was at least not much worse.

In the instant the blades clashed, countless afterimages were created.

Ordinary Grim Reapers couldn't see the battle between the two clearly; they could only vaguely discern two blurry figures colliding repeatedly, sparks flying everywhere.

A terrifying power spread out from the two of them, instantly creating ripples on the outer layer of the demonic barrier.

Round and round it went, echoing endlessly.

Feeling the overwhelming power emanating from the twin swords, Kyoraku Shunsui was speechless with bitterness.

It's only been ten years since we last fought, but this old man seems so much stronger than before.

Could it be that even at his age of several thousand years, Death could still improve?

Just as Kyoraku Shunsui was struggling to hold on, a familiar voice came from outside the dojo.

"Boring, I want to see rivers of blood and teeth."

"Teacher, use the same strength you had when you beat me to beat up Senior Brother Kyoraku! Is that all the strength you have? Did you skip dinner?"

Kyoraku Shunsui: "?"

Is this bastard even speaking human language?

If he weren't currently being completely suppressed by Yamamoto, he would have even wanted to give this kid watching from the sidelines a good stab.

However, in that moment of distraction, Yamamoto's face showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

"You damned brat, you dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

A towering pillar of fire shot up from the ground!

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression changed drastically, and he immediately unleashed an astonishing spiritual pressure. In an instant, he activated his Shikai, summoning a dark, shadowy tide that swept down upon the pillar of fire.

Having barely managed to neutralize Yamamoto's torch, the next second, a thick, hairy leg came hurtling towards him, the size 42 straw sandal hitting him squarely in the face.

There was a loud bang.

Kyoraku Shunsui was sent flying backward, sword and all, crashing through the demonic barrier and smashing through the wall in the process.

After doing all this, Yamamoto glanced sideways at Naraku Sora, who was watching the show from the window, with a displeased expression:

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

Chapter 354 The Old Man's Tactics

"To be beaten up, oh no, of course I'm here to challenge you, the ultimate master."

Naraku Sora grinned, speaking casually as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

Not far away, Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been wailing in humiliation, suddenly felt no pain when he heard these words, and did a somersault to his feet.

He hurried back to the dojo.

"Kong, you must be joking."

Kyoraku Shunsui wiped the footprints off his face and looked at his junior brother with surprise.

Naraku Sora glared at her and said in a serious tone:

"How can I, as your junior brother, stand idly by while my senior brother gets beaten up? Even if I have to draw my sword today, I will make this bald guy pay the price!"

After listening, Kyoraku Shunsui raised his hand to wipe away non-existent tears, and said with a moved expression:

"Junior brother, I am already very pleased that you have this thought."

"A teacher is beyond the reach of ordinary people; do not mislead yourself."

Watching the two clowns slapping each other, Yamamoto couldn't help but snort coldly:

"I don't have time to play around with you guys."

"Kid, have you completed your ethereal transformation mission?"

"Don't forget, there's still one fish that slipped through the net."

Kyoraku Shunsui gave a wry smile.

He had specifically asked Yoruichi Shihouin about the details beforehand, and learned that during Hollowfication, one would completely lose their rationality and fight solely on instinct.

Considering the inherent dangers of his Bankai, Kyoraku Shunsui decided to be the last to undergo Hollowfication.

Naraku Sora nodded:

"It's more than half done."

"As for Kyoraku's intangibility, we can put it off for now."

"I came to see the teacher today to test the results of my recent spiritual practice."