Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Seeing that Naraku didn't seem to be joking, Yamamoto frowned, pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded:

"Since you've put it that way, then I'll grant your request."

"However, the Soul Society is not suitable for us to fight. Let's go to Hueco Mundo, preferably somewhere far away from Las Noches."

Naraku Sora nodded and readily agreed.

Looking at the two serious-looking people, Kyoraku Shunsui stroked his chin, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

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A crescent moon hangs high in the dark night sky, with scattered stars dotting the surroundings, creating a deep, inky effect.

On the vast desert, far from the Palace of the Void, two figures faced each other from afar.

On a distant sand dune, several figures stood watching with curiosity.

Although the figures were not clearly visible, they could not get any closer.

Given the fighting prowess of that master and disciple, a slight misstep could result in them being caught in the crossfire, and they might be instantly reduced to ashes.

Looking at the two facing off, Aizen frowned, as if he had realized something.

There had been previous speculations that Naraku's rapid increase in strength might be related to his escorting criminals to prison.

Subsequent observations further confirmed his conjecture.

So now, is this guy eyeing Yamamoto?

Recalling the recent issue with Naraku Sora, Aizen's mood suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Perhaps I should have agreed to this guy's request earlier...

Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui Kyoraku had somewhat solemn expressions.

Based on their understanding of Yamamoto, the upcoming battle is very likely to be serious.

Although the junior brother is also very strong, he has even saved Soul Society from disaster on several occasions.

But at such a young age, isn't it a bit too hasty to challenge Yamamoto and try to become the strongest Shinigami?

Given his growth rate, wouldn't it be easier to wait another hundred years?

Unohana Retsu had a gentle smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on Naraku Sora, as if he were the only person in her eyes.

No wonder he's the man she chose.

His sheer courage to challenge the Sword Demon Yamamoto Shigekuni is something no one else can match.

Seeing Yamamoto's serious expression, Naraku Sora's lips curled up, and sparks seemed to flash in his eyes. He was full of fighting spirit and in excellent condition.

"Teacher, I won't hold back this time."

Yamamoto snorted coldly: "These are my lines."

The moment the words left his mouth, the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, and the scorching heat spread like ripples.

Since we're ready to get serious, we can skip the warm-up phase.

Despite his history of beating his traitorous disciples, Yamamoto would never underestimate Naraku Sora in this situation.

After all, this kid can suppress him in his ethereal state.

"Solution—"

"Remnant Fire Sword!"

A sun rose slowly in the void, instantly extinguishing the night. The cold of the past was gone, replaced by a terrifying heat wave that made it hard to breathe.

Seeing this, the expressions of the onlookers became extremely solemn.

To their utter surprise, Yamamoto skipped his Shikai and unleashed his strongest form.

The horror of this battle is likely far beyond imagination.

Yamamoto gripped his charred longsword tightly, black ash settling from its blade, while a thick wisp of white smoke rose slowly.

As Naraku Sora watched Yamamoto become serious, his expression also became unusually solemn.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen it, every time I faced it, the intense heat gave me the illusion of being close to the sun.

Naraku Sora took a deep breath, letting the scorching air rush into his internal organs, instantly making him feel refreshed.

"Swastika!!"

"Punish Jayadi, karma and consciousness arise together!"

A massive black and red beam of light erupted and shot straight into the sky.

An aura of destruction spread rampantly, obliterating the dust floating in the air.

The slender blade in his hand grew wildly, transforming in an instant into a heavy giant blade, with dark branches extending outwards, radiating a distorted light.

Without much hesitation, the moment Naraku completed his Bankai, Yamamoto raised his Zanka no Tachi and slashed forward without any fancy moves.

There was no massive sea of ​​fire; it was just like an ordinary, simple strike.

Narakuku grinned maliciously, enveloped in bursting light and lightning, and raised his right arm, pulling at the exploding wind, and slashed forward.

boom!!

A dull, deafening roar erupted, and the desert beneath their feet vanished instantly, revealing a massive canyon that stretched as far as the eye could see, resembling an abyss.

Countless grains of sand vanished at that moment, as if they had been completely wiped away!

And this is only the beginning of the battle.

Like a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years erupting, the scorching winds swept through Hueco Mundo, and almost every Hollow felt the terrifying heat wave from the collision with the sun.

A hurricane erupted, sending out countless black and red arcs of electricity that instantly distorted space.

Flames erupted, an intense crimson heat bursting forth from the charred blade.

boom!!

A massive mushroom cloud shot into the sky, incinerating everything within it, its aftershocks covering the earth.

As the impact spread, the ashes paused for a moment, then countless dust particles boiled and burned, evaporating completely in the scorching heat.

As the smoke cleared, the two figures reappeared in everyone's sight.

Shockingly, Yamamoto's already scarred body was covered in new wounds, with dozens of bloody streaks scattered across it, adding to his ferocious appearance.

As for Naraku Sora on the other side, his situation was even more miserable.

A deep, bone-revealing wound stretched diagonally down from his right shoulder to his left waist, almost cleaving him in two.

You can even vaguely see the constantly beating heart.

For a normal person, such severe injuries would have sent them to meet the Spirit King long ago.

But for Naraku Sora, who had achieved 100% Hollowfication, it was nothing more than a superficial injury.

In the blink of an eye, the hideous wound healed completely, leaving no trace of injury.

"Although it's a bit shameful."

Naraku Sora grinned, "But this is the only way I can think of right now to defeat the teacher, and I call it—"

"The tactic of keeping the old man up all the time."

Yamamoto revealed the same vicious smile, just like a villain:

"Heh, do you think I wasn't prepared for this move?"

"Kid, you're still too young."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly plunged the charred katana into the sand, the blackened blade melting the surrounding gravel.

"Corpses, the ashes of the dead scattered in my flames."

"Give me a hand and temporarily grant me the pleasure of battle!"

"Broken Blade - South - Fire Burial Formation for Ten Trillions of Deaths!"

Blazing flames burst forth from the shattered and obliterated sand and gravel, and the boundless, desolate land emitted a chilling sound of shattering, revealing countless cracks that instantly covered the entire battlefield.

Grotesque and ferocious skeletons crawled out from the cracks, instantly turning everything in front of them into a hellish scene.

"These are all people I have killed."

"The intense heat of the Zankatana awakened the ashes of the dead, bringing them back to life."

Yamamoto stood holding a sword in one hand, ashes scattered on the charred blade, constantly melting the sand beneath his feet.

"Kid, you think you can outlive me? You're still too young!"

Gazing at the endless skeletons, Naraku slowly exhaled a breath of hot air. Far from being discouraged, the burning passion in his eyes intensified.

It was like an inextinguishable flame burning fiercely.

His pupils suddenly turned golden, and a heavy oppressive aura spread outwards.

Ring-shaped, jet-black lines extend from the chest, clinging to the limbs and torso.

Blur!

Since the old man has also chosen the same tactic, let's see who has the greater endurance.

Feeling the immense spiritual pressure emanating from his limbs and bones, Naraku Sora truly touched the barrier above his soul.

Once you break through it, you can enter the realm of the transcendent.

It was just one step away from victory.

He slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, and crackling black and red arcs of electricity coiled around the Emperor of Punishment, then he raised it and brought it down.

A hurricane erupted, and countless arcs of electricity surged from the blade, instantly extending to the edge of the battlefield, carving out a deep ravine like an abyss.

The endless battle began at this moment. Wherever Naraku passed, countless bones turned to ashes again, drifting in the scorching wind.

He charged forward relentlessly, and amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he managed to erase most of his bones, standing before Yamamoto in his prime.

Yamamoto quietly looked at Naraku Sora, a barely perceptible hint of relief flashing in his eyes, and grinned:

"Boy..."