Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

After giving his traitor a good beating, Yamamoto looked at Naraku Sora, who was covered in dust and dirt, and felt a strange mix of emotions.

Has this kid gotten stronger since he came back last time?

Is the Spirit King Palace really that magical?

Yamamoto sheathed his Zanpakuto and exhaled a deep breath of hot air:

"Tell me, what were you doing at the Spirit King's Palace this time?"

Naraku Sora rubbed the spot where Ryujin Jakka had slashed him, and the bruise faded away at a visible speed, demonstrating his terrifying regenerative ability.

Under Yamamoto's watchful eye, he briefly described what had happened at the Spirit King Palace, deliberately omitting the part about staying overnight at Senjumaru's place, and finally gave his conclusion:

"The barrier between Soul Society and the Absolute Realm is about to be broken."

Yamamoto: "?"

Has this scoundrel finally gone mad?

Chapter 384 A Small Step for Naraku, a Giant Leap for Soul Society

"Kisuke, how did you know I was back?"

Looking at the lavish feast that had been prepared, Naraku was overjoyed.

He immediately sat down without any hesitation, picked up the grilled fish, and popped it into his mouth.

Kisuke Urahara smirked. Looking across the Soul Society, only his leader could still have such a good appetite after being thoroughly beaten by Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

If it were any other Shinigami, they would probably be rushed to a general medical facility for emergency treatment on the spot, or their souls would be sent back to the mountains and rivers of Soul Society.

Although we don't know exactly what happened at the Spirit King's Palace, judging from Naraku Sora's radiant appearance, he should be alright.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Captain-Commander Yamamoto why he was so furious again.

However, when he saw the food on the table disappearing at a visible speed, Kisuke Urahara put aside his thoughts about it.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

After a hearty meal, Naraku was completely satisfied and sprawled out on the sofa like a dried-up salted fish.

Kisuke lay on another sofa, enjoying a moment of peace.

Having spent so much time together, he had thoroughly understood Naraku's nature.

A pure, gentle donkey.

If we just go along with his whims, we can get a precious vacation in the midst of our busy schedules.

This is the fundamental reason why he immediately prepared a welcome banquet after sensing the spiritual pressure emanating from the First Division.

However, at that moment, Naraku Sora suddenly turned his gaze over and smiled:

"Kisuke must have spent a lot of time preparing this feast. I also learned a bit of spirit food cooking at the Spirit King Palace, so I'll take this opportunity to show you my skills."

Kisuke Urahara looked over curiously.

My boss can cook? That's amazing!

He had originally intended to try to persuade her, but seeing Naraku Sora's enthusiastic expression, he immediately abandoned the idea.

If you really try to stop him when he's having such a good time, who knows what kind of bad tricks he might come up with to torment himself.

"A dessert is the perfect way to finish a meal and cleanse the palate."

In the kitchen, Naraku Sora chose the simplest and easiest shaved ice. She put the remaining taro balls into a pot and boiled them, then scooped them all out and poured them into a container.

Then he carried a large block of ice out of the ice cellar, drew his Zanpakuto, and began to slice the ice, saying as he did so:

“I told Kisuke, don’t put all your energy into things like Hollowfication, souls, and hell. Occasionally pay attention to people’s livelihoods too.”

"I remember that even though the modern world has entered the technological age, we in Soul Society still have to use such outdated things as ice cellars to store ice."

Urahara Kisuke: "..."

To be fair, the technology tree in Soul Society is quite strange.

It can easily outperform modern technology in cutting-edge fields, but when it comes to people's livelihoods, it seems outdated, like something from ancient times.

Not only were there no electrical appliances, but they were still using oil lamps for lighting.

In contrast, the Technology Development Bureau's laboratories had already switched to quantum screens a century ago, and even the keyboards were ergonomic.

It focuses on one subject with particular strengths.

Countless scattered, translucent ice shards flew out and landed precisely in the bowl, piling up into a small mountain.

Next comes the addition of various seasonings: taro balls as a garnish, honey added, and a little milk.

Two bowls of chilled shaved ice were then presented before me.

Kisuke Urahara looked the dessert up and down but couldn't find anything unusual about it.

Does this mean that the food at the Soul King's Palace is no different from that in Soul Society?

Why did Naraku go through all that trouble to study at the Spirit King Palace? Couldn't he just go back to Soul Society and find a chef to teach him?

Just as Kisuke Urahara was about to sample it, he was stopped by Sora Naraku:

"Please be patient, the moment to infuse your soul is about to begin."

As he spoke, he spread his five fingers, and abundant spiritual pressure brewed at his fingertips. Light slowly bloomed, and in an instant, it outlined a blurry shape.

From Kisuke Urahara's perspective, it looks like an eyeball is gradually taking shape.

Kisuke Urahara's expression changed slightly. Was this guy planning to add this thing to the dessert?

That kind of thing is not allowed!

Before anyone could stop her, Naraku gently rubbed her fingertips together, and her eyeballs exploded, turning into fine dust that fell evenly onto the shaved ice.

In an instant, it silently merged into the layers of frost and disappeared completely.

Kisuke Urahara frowned, suddenly feeling that the bowl of dessert seemed to have undergone some unknown change.

"Try it, this is a recipe I learned from Captain Towboat."

Naraku Sora pointed, indicating.

Kisuke Urahara hesitated for a moment, then, urged on by the gaze, scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice and put it in his mouth.

The next second, his face turned ashen, then pale in an instant. His fingers twitched uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Kisuke, like a fish out of water, cast a helpless gaze at Naraku.

"Lord Naraku, what did you add in the end?"

"A soul, and a chef's heart that is pure and simple!"

"?"

Kisuke Urahara found it hard to describe the taste upon first sip. The shaved ice was refreshingly cool when it touched the tip of his tongue, but once it went down his throat, the intense sensation exploded in his throat and esophagus.

It was as if Naraku Sora's figure suddenly appeared nearby after working continuously for 24 hours.

What awaited him was not a vacation, but endless, agonizing overtime.

But once that feeling subsides, the increase in spiritual pressure becomes clearly perceptible.

Although the increase isn't huge, considering the amount consumed, eating a whole bowl of shaved ice can still have a significant boost.

Kisuke Urahara looked at the bowl of shaved ice on the table, his eyes filled with struggle.

He has completely grasped the essence of it; this is what Naraku Sora often refers to as PUA!

Just as he was struggling with this, Aizen returned from outside and saw two listless, lifeless people as soon as he entered the room.

Narakuku grinned and greeted him:

"Sousuke, come and taste this dish."

"This is my first step on the road to becoming a master chef!"

Aizen glanced expressionlessly at the shaved ice on the table, then at Urahara Kisuke, whose face was completely devoid of color, and then at Naraku Sora, who was looking on expectantly. Finally, he reluctantly nodded.

"Ok."

Under the expectant gazes of the two, Aizen took a small sip.

The moment the food entered his throat, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

After a brief silence, Aizen, his face slightly pale, slowly spoke:

"It's terrible, at least I've never seen such bad cooking."

"But the Soul-Binding technique is perfect, and it's almost at the level of Captain Yizhou."

"Incorporating spiritual pressure into food to enhance the spiritual pressure of the eater is a very creative approach that deserves to be promoted in Soul Society."

Naraku Sora shook his head with some regret. His adopted son was blind and didn't know how to appreciate things at all.

His superb sweet potato roasting skills were enough to easily win over Yamamoto, so how could his cooking skills be too bad?

It's just that I'm new to it and not very skilled yet.

With a little practice in the future, I'm sure I'll improve.

In short, he's determined to become a master chef!

……

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"The Spirit King actually admitted that he was plotting against us?"

After listening to Naraku Sora's account, Urahara Kisuke looked on in disbelief.

"And they even agreed to your proposed compensation plan?"

"Lord Naraku, are you really not the Soul King's illegitimate son?"

The trembling sound of Nai Luo Kong:

"What are you saying?!"

"Isn't this because of my unique personal charm? What does it have to do with illegitimate children?"