Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Naraku landed in front of Yamamoto, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and then subconsciously replied:

"The back garden?"

"?"

Yamamoto felt an irresistible urge to chop someone up.

Just as he was about to clean house, Naraku suddenly drew a long sword from his waist and untied the bandages wrapped around it.

Seeing this, Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

Could it be that this kid finally woke up after his trip to the Spirit King Palace and is now preparing to overthrow the Heavenly Gang and rebel against the superiors?

Should I offer a symbolic act of resistance?

"Teacher, this is a gift I brought back for you from the Spirit King Palace."

Yamamoto paused for a moment, then his expression softened slightly.

Although it wasn't quite what he expected, the rebellious disciple still had some filial piety.

"what?"

Chojiro Sasakichi also curiously came over.

Naraku Sora grinned, raised his Zanpakuto, and infused it with spiritual pressure:

"Hatching and extinction, already done!"

A powerful light burst forth, and a colossal figure, as massive as a thunderclap, stood in the courtyard, radiating a heavy spiritual pressure.

Yamamoto frowned, feeling that the face looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Senior Sparrow, let me introduce you."

"Its name is Mitsuji Mitsuji, and in its first free-fighting match in Soul Society, it beat the teacher to his knees..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yamamoto's eyes widened in surprise.

At first, he just felt that the face looked familiar, but when Naraku introduced it, he was completely reminded of the humiliating history from thousands of years ago.

However, it was too late to shut someone up at this point.

Naraku Sora quickly explained the origin of "Omokojimi-pa", and Chojiro Sasakibe next to him immediately cast a strange look at him.

Feeling the intense curiosity in that gaze, Yamamoto's blood pressure soared, and he turned his murderous stare towards the smug man.

A terrifying clash of spiritual pressure emanated from inside the team's barracks.

That morning, Yamamoto Shigekuni's spiritual pressure washed over Seireitei like a tidal wave.

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After inflicting a brutal defeat, Naraku left satisfied.

Back then, when I was first beaten by Yamamoto, I was constantly on the verge of death and almost returned to the Soul Society.

In contrast, now that they're not really fighting, the old man can't cause any effective damage anymore.

With light steps, Naraku Sora returned to the loyal Shinigami Prison.

After greeting everyone, he headed straight for the Technology Development Bureau next to the barracks, but Aizen was not there.

So Naraku Sora rushed to the secret laboratory at Koibushiyama without stopping.

Although Aizen established multiple experimental bases in Soul Society, he only used a few of them regularly.

To his surprise, Aizen was still nowhere to be seen in the laboratory; only a few newly started projects were proceeding independently.

On the control panel, a Zanpakuto floats in the air, surrounded by light and shadow.

Below are various buttons arranged in a dense array.

Naraku Sora looked at it curiously. If he remembered correctly, this Zanpakuto should be Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu.

Tsk, this guy has finally gone down the path of madness and has started to harm his own Zanpakuto.

Although he was somewhat curious, out of respect, he only glanced at it a few times before sitting back down on the only soft sofa in the room for a short rest.

Not long after, Aizen returned.

When he saw the figure on the sofa, he paused for a moment, a look of relief flashing in his eyes, his expression calm.

"Sōyōsuke, you've had a very fruitful trip to the Spirit King's Palace this time."

Naraku Sora beckoned to Aizen and began to introduce the items that were placed together with the Hollow Bait snacks.

"The one sealed by the binding spell is the Spirit King's right hand, and there are some fragments collected by the monk, which should be enough for the second stage of Resurrection."

"This is research data on the Transcendental Gate."

"There's another sword, but I won't show it to you. It was a gift from Wang Yue of Nimaiya."

Hearing the noise around him, Aizen slowly exhaled, a slight smile playing on his lips, his previously heavy mood easing considerably.

"By the way, I saw the Spirit King this time I went up there."

Aizen: "?"

My hard-won calm was stirred up again.

Naraku Sora grinned:

"Judging from His attitude, He doesn't pose any threat to our next plan if you want to change the existing order of Soul Society."

Aizen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Then, Naraku Sora recounted the entire conversation in detail.

After hearing this, Aizen's gaze towards that person underwent a subtle change.

In the past million years, there has probably only been one person who could be treated like this by the Spirit King.

Based on the content of the conversation, Naraku Sora is most likely not the Soul King's illegitimate son, but something more important than an illegitimate child.

Even the Spirit King was helpless against Hell, but he could completely reverse it, transforming the devoured souls back into spiritual particles and returning them to the Three Realms.

Given this premise, Aizen estimated that if anyone were to harm Naraku, the Soul King would probably take action personally.

After all, you can have another son if you lose him, but you only have this one hope.

Aizen took several deep breaths to calm himself down:

"The situation is much better than I expected."

"With this connection, the original plan can be made a little more aggressive, since we don't have much time left."

Naraku Sora frowned: "What do you mean?"

Aizen approached the screen, skillfully pulled up a set of files, and explained:

"Shortly after you left, Ishida Muneaki contacted me through the cross-border communication device and asked for my help."

"According to his description, it is not many years since the time recorded in the Ode to the Holy Emperor."

"It won't be long before Yhwach awakens from his slumber and reclaims the power scattered throughout the world."

As he spoke, Aizen lightly tapped the keyboard, and a picture appeared.

On the screen, rows of buildings stand side by side, and a dark figure moves about, seemingly searching for something.

"This is a Hollow created by me using the Hogyoku. I specifically enhanced its detection circuits to capture the remaining Fullbringers in the mortal realm and collect Soul King fragments."

However, when Naraku saw the figures moving around on the screen clearly, his eyes widened and he subconsciously asked:

Does it have a name?

Aizen glanced at him, seemingly curious as to why someone who couldn't even remember Szayelaporro Granz's name would ask such a question.

"Because it's entirely black, but its mask and hollow parts are filled with a white substance, I named it—"

“Xu Bai”.

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"Oh, instinct, I understand."

Naraku Sora commented with a confident expression.

Aizen gave him a disapproving look, wondering what this beast knew now.

Although the production process was specifically enhanced for the character, the brain was not abandoned as a result.

In his view, having brains in battle is a good thing.

After all, the purpose of the Void White is to reclaim the Fullbringers and Soul King fragments of the present world, eliminate all unstable factors, and prepare for the upcoming final battle.

If you're not strong enough, you might get double-crossed by a Fullbringer.

"Never mind that, we still have work to do."

Aizen then focused his attention on the box, his gaze suddenly becoming somewhat intense.

The Soul King's right hand and Hyosube Ichibei's collection over the years, even if not enough for the Second Stage Release experiment, should be close enough.

"Huh? Am I coming too?" Naraku Sora asked.

Aizen nodded: "Although fusing with the Hogyoku is not dangerous, it's better to have someone guarding it just in case."

"I don't trust Urahara Kisuke and the others."

However, shortly after the two left, Xu Bai on the screen seemed to sense something, and his cold gaze instantly locked onto a direction.

The next second, the dark figure seemed to be erased, completely disappearing from the spot.

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After organizing some of the materials, Aizen and Naraku Sora left the laboratory.

The desolate area of ​​Rukongai.

When the two arrived, Kisuke Urahara and Mayuri Kurotsuchi had been waiting for them for a long time.