Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"This time, we're going to get all the principal back, plus interest!"

Senjumaru remained silent, her beautiful eyes, brimming with a unique charm, fixed on him without blinking.

It seemed like a provocation.

Our general was furious and immediately took action, skillfully dismantling all the golden prosthetics on his back. Then, a rustling sound rang out.

The black shihaka armor slid down her shoulders, revealing a crystal-clear, snow-white lining that seemed to glow.

Unlike Yoruichi, who has been practicing martial arts for many years and undergoing arduous training, there is a different charm hidden between the black and white.

Even though she's not very good at fighting, she still has a very well-proportioned figure.

Long, straight calves, firm and elastic thighs, full and plump hips, slender and soft waist, flat and fair abdomen, and plump and rounded breasts.

A breathtaking view unfolds before your eyes.

Because she usually wears such thick clothes that it's impossible to know her background, it's only when you look at her up close that you realize not only are her features impeccable, but her figure is also top-notch.

Naraku Sora suddenly realized that almost none of the women he remembered had particularly bad figures.

Whether it's Yoruichi and Retsu Unohana from Soul Society, or Harribel and Nereil from Hueco Mundo, each one is more stunning than the last.

Even Senjumaru, when he unfolds his Shinigami form, displays an ultimate beauty.

Does this mean that spiritual particles have some unique advantage in shaping the body?

Naraku Sora shook his head, took a deep breath, and cleared all the strange thoughts from his mind.

At this moment, he only wanted to do one thing: to get back the promised reward, with interest.

Countless colorful fabrics hung from the ceiling, weaving and intertwining to create a small nest just for the two of them.

Naraku Sora stretched out his hand and pulled the infinitely beautiful scenery into his embrace. Their figures overlapped, his chest and abdomen pressed against her delicate and tender body, and he lowered his head to press his face downwards.

This time, we must seize the initiative.

……

One is a member of the Zero Division, one of the strongest warriors in Soul Society, while the other stands directly above the Zero Division.

Both of them possessed physical strength and combat prowess far exceeding that of ordinary people, which allowed them to last exceptionally long.

The bed, made of woven cloth, was soaked again and again, and it was changed countless times before the battle finally came to an end.

With her soft body curled up in the warm, spacious embrace, Senjumaru felt sticky all over. The mighty Great Origami Guardian, a rare powerhouse in the three realms, was now completely powerless.

Even so, the cunning woman seemed unwilling to back down, and quietly leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"I have built a hot spring deep within the palace..."

Naraku Sora lightly flicked his fingertips, released his spiritual pressure to sense the surroundings, and then activated Sonigan, carrying Senjumaru as he left the room and headed towards the depths of the palace.

Soaking in the hot spring, he put his arm around Senjumaru's waist, his expression filled with emotion.

It's been almost a hundred years since we joined the team and met.

At first, he had some difficulty understanding the concept of time of long-lived beings like the Grim Reaper, but as time went by, he gradually got used to it.

While other Grim Reapers who joined the team at the same time were still teetering on the edge of becoming leaders, he had already reached the finish line that 99% of Grim Reapers could only dream of.

Senjumaru turned to look at Naraku Sora, who was hugging him and deep in thought, and leaned closer to whisper:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Remembering the past."

Senjumaru tilted his head, suddenly realizing something.

Is this the "wise man mode" that the silly boy used to talk about?

"People who like to reminisce about the past often do so because their current life is not satisfactory, but I see no dissatisfaction with life in you."

She reached out a slender finger from the hot spring and poked Naraku's cheek, indicating:

"If you're worried about the future, then there's even less need to worry."

"I've wanted to say this for a long time: why do you always like to shoulder all the burdens alone, you silly boy?"

"You have teachers, friends, and people who care about you. Shouldn't you choose to trust them?"

"and……"

She paused for a moment, her tone light and cheerful.

"As your former boss, I also have to take responsibility for your future, don't I?"

Naraku Sora instinctively lowered his head.

Then, I saw her face so close to mine, and her eyes that shimmered with a subtle light.

Their eyes met, and after a brief silence, Naraku Sora couldn't help but smile.

We must protect this beautiful thing no matter what.

……

……

Although Naraku didn't mention it, after resting, Senjumaru still took him to a residential area.

Like Aizen, this wicked woman had also vaguely guessed something, but she never mentioned it, only silently doing what she could.

Despite his somewhat wicked personality, Senjumaru surprisingly adheres to his principles and has a pitifully low sin value.

Even though his strength far surpassed that of a typical Shinigami captain, he only brought a slight increase in spiritual pressure and a defensive enhancement from a Shinigami armor set.

better than nothing.

As their strength continues to increase, even imprisoning members of the Zero Division will hardly bring them much benefit.

Since we can't break through the bottleneck for the time being, why not improve the strength of others?

It would be bad if he managed to defeat Yhwach on the main battlefield, but the remaining casualties were heavy.

Thinking of this, he looked at Senjumaru and told him about the compensation that the Soul King had promised.

"Eh, Lord Spirit King actually agreed to let you guide the Spirit King Palace's spirit particles to Soul Society and Hueco Mundo?"

Senjumaru was somewhat surprised. "Because of the seventy-two layers of the Demonic Path barrier, it is indeed quite difficult to complete this project."

"If it's just me alone, it will cost..."

Before he could finish speaking, Naraku Sora waved his hand to interrupt him:

"Don't worry about that, I have countless capable people under my command."

"It's just building a passage connecting two places. All we need to do is make them work two extra days."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Senjumaru seemed to have thought of something and stopped worrying about it.

In terms of research ability alone, those guys are no worse than her.

After bidding farewell to Senjumaru, Naraku Sora arrived at the Omotesando and leaped into the sea of ​​clouds below.

Actually, there is a normal way to leave the Soul King Palace: a spiral staircase extends from the bottom of the Omotesando all the way into the Soul Society.

To paraphrase Hyosube Ichibei, an ordinary Shinigami captain, even at full strength, could probably reach the end in about a week.

Naraku Sora didn't have the patience to waste time on this.

A meteor fell from the sky and landed heavily on the plaza of the First Division barracks.

Yamamoto, who was practicing calligraphy with a brush, suddenly jerked his arm, and his beautiful handwriting instantly turned into a scrawled mess.

Seeing his destroyed work, the old man was furious. He drew Ryujin Jakka from the furnace and rushed out of the study.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Upon seeing Yamamoto, Naraku opened his arms, ready to give the old man a big hug.

During my time traveling to the Spirit King's Palace, my teacher must have been extremely worried.

Yamamoto stared at the perfectly intact item with a displeased expression, recalling the destroyed work and the instructions he had given the item some time ago.

Despite repeated warnings that no one should go to the Spirit King's Palace without his permission, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

This time, they didn't even ride in the Heavenly Pillar Chariot, but directly invaded the Spirit King's Palace.

If this had happened back when the Forty-Six Chambers still existed, that scoundrel would have been imprisoned in the Avici Hell for at least 20,000 years.

Yamamoto grew increasingly angry, and his blood pressure rose.

Swish! !

The blade flashed as it was drawn, instantly igniting a raging fire, and the temperature in the courtyard began to soar.

Upon seeing this, Nai Luo Kong was startled, his outstretched arms froze, and the smile on his face vanished.

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

He was met only with a menacing gaze and a terrifying pillar of fire rising from the ground.

"Hey, holy crap, teacher, what do you want?!"

"Teacher! You can't do this!"

"Old man, if you hit me again, I'll fight back!"

The next second, a terrifying spiritual pressure swept through the entire Seireitei like a tsunami.

Many Grim Reapers subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the First Division.

"Has there been an invasion by foreign enemies?"

"This spiritual pressure... Captain-Commander is definitely serious!"

"Wait, the other one seems to be Naraku-sama's spiritual pressure..."

It turns out the captain was beating his apprentice; that's all right now.

The idea of ​​subordinates rebelling against their superiors and attempting to replace the Captain-Commander is nothing new in Soul Society.

Haven't you seen that the new Gotei 13 have been established?

Some time ago, Naraku even personally acted as the Captain-Commander for a period of time, and at that time, some people said that the Captain-Commander died a terrible death.

Unfortunately, it was just a rumor after all.