Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Can you bear to push your good brother into a fire pit?"

Aizen glanced at him.

The position that other Grim Reapers dream of sitting in is no different from a pit of fire in this guy's eyes.

This thought process is truly something else.

"The old man is busy all day long, spinning like a top. When something big happens, he doesn't even have time to drink tea or eat a sweet potato."

Naraku Sora curled his lip in disdain.

"If becoming the chief captain means being bullied at work like a mule, then I might as well not be the chief captain. Life at Zhenyang Prison is much more carefree and enjoyable."

Aizen seemed to have anticipated Naraku Sora's words, and thus provided a perfect solution as soon as he finished speaking.

"You can delegate the paperwork to Kisuke Urahara or the head of the Kyoraku Band."

"In addition, Uta Kō and others from the new Gotei 13 are also capable of handling some less important squad affairs."

"So you can rest assured on this point."

"Also, don't you have any idea why Captain-Commander Yamamoto is so busy?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku frowned.

Although there was some truth to what he said, he had an instinctive resistance to the position of chief captain.

Because taking that position not only means a mountain of work to do, but also an inescapable responsibility.

A single careless mistake in decision-making could lead to immeasurable disaster.

Old Man Shan has been working diligently all these years, and he's made his fair share of mistakes, not to mention him.

Seemingly having guessed Naraku Sora's thoughts, Aizen's calm voice rang out again:

"Even the Spirit King makes mistakes, so you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."

"Besides, you were never alone from the beginning."

Naraku Sora twitched the corner of her mouth. Since things had come to this point, it would be impolite to refuse again.

Furthermore, the old man has been subtly and overtly hinting to him that it's time to usurp the throne, so let's take this opportunity to fulfill the old man's wish!

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At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierce the night, the sun rises above the horizon to the east of Seireitei.

Hirako Shinji opened the door and stepped under the eaves. Breathing in the fresh air from the courtyard, he felt instantly refreshed and much more awake.

In the pond ahead, the bamboo tube used to startle the deer was filled with flowing water, striking the stones and producing a deep echo.

Everything seemed so beautiful.

During this period, Shinji Hirako lived a pretty good life.

He felt much more relaxed after giving up the idea of ​​bringing Aizen, the mastermind behind it all, to justice.

They no longer need to bear the burden of protecting Seireitei, nor do they need to constantly monitor Aizen's movements.

He usually handles team affairs, occasionally uses his captain's authority to bully Aizen, and leaves all the extra work to him.

Since things are already this bad, what could possibly get worse?

Rather than letting Aizen run rampant, it's better to go all out and waste his time with squad duties, which can also be considered a contribution to Soul Society.

What should we do today?

"How about we borrow some unfinished work from the next squad and then assign it all to Aizen?"

Feeling the cool breeze blowing from the courtyard, Hirako Shinji was in a very good mood.

However, just as he was pondering how to persecute Aizen, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in from outside.

"Ah, Mr. Urahara has arrived."

Hirako Shinji recognized the person and greeted him familiarly.

Although Kisuke Urahara was also a key member of the Naraku Party, he did not harbor much ill will towards his superiors because he was often persecuted by them.

Instead, there was a sense of shared misfortune.

"Captain Hirako, I'm not here to reminisce with you."

Kisuke Urahara looked somewhat embarrassed. "Yesterday, I don't know what my boss was thinking again, saying that he's got enough power and it's time for a change of dynasty."

"Therefore, I was ordered to take over the Fifth Division."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hirako Shinji's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted, as if he had thought of something terrible.

Could it be that Naraku's behavior during this period was all a facade, just to conceal his true ambition?

Now that everything is ready, is it time to stop pretending altogether?

Seeing Urahara Kisuke place his hand on his Zanpakuto, Hirako Shinji took a deep breath, his expression instantly turning serious.

In an instant, chaotic spiritual pressure surged down, even making the surrounding air thick and sticky.

However, the next second, a powerful pillar of light shot into the sky, instantly sweeping away the oppressive aura. Urahara Kisuke raised a somewhat helpless gaze:

"Seriously, Captain Hirako, can't you just give up the fight?"

"I really hate fighting with other people."

"Solution—"

"Guanyin opens the Red Princess's transformation!"

The spiritual pressure transformed into countless materialized rays of light, weaving and intertwining in the air, instantly transforming into a classical woman dressed in a sleeveless kimono, her enormous shadow enveloping the entire courtyard.

Feeling the oppressive force coming at him, Shinji Hirako's expression turned extremely grim.

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"Tosen, have you betrayed us?"

In the spacious courtyard, a burly, silver-haired man let out a furious roar of resentment. A blue aura swirled around him, whipping the ground like a sharp blade and tearing open jagged cracks.

"Treason?"

Across from him, a dark-skinned man stared intently at the other person, tilting his head in confusion.

"Sixth vehicle captain, what makes you say that?"

"My loyalty has always been to Lord Naraku."

"Everything I did was under Lord Naraku's orders, so how could I be accused of treason?"

Upon hearing this, Kensei Rokusha's expression darkened.

Although the exact events are unknown, the fact that colleagues are turning against each other is undeniable.

As the captain of the Ninth Division, how could he possibly entrust his position to someone who isn't even a member of the Gotei 13?!

"Tosen, you are too arrogant."

Kensei Rokusha flicked his short sword-like weapon, Dieji-fu, and held it in his palm. As he released his spiritual pressure, a large amount of milky white substance emerged, transforming into a bone mask that covered his face.

The sound was almost electronically synthesized, and it was incredibly captivating.

"I am no longer the Kensei Muguruma I used to be. Now, I am terrifyingly strong."

"So don't worry, it won't waste too much of your time!"

Tosen slowly drew the sword from his waist, a flash of cold light passing in front of him.

"Before I came here, Zuo Zhen specifically told me that your strength is average, ranking in the lower middle of the team captains."

"As long as we perform normally, we will definitely win."

He raised his hand and pressed it lightly against his face, revealing a simple, unadorned mask covering his features.

"Although I know that Zuo Zhen may be trying to comfort me, I will definitely win this battle for Lord Naraku."

"Bankai, Hopper End - Enma Cricket!"

A deep darkness unfolded from beneath Tosen Kaname's feet, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

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Similar scenes were playing out in multiple barracks, and the entire Seireitei was in chaos.

The two sides in the battle were mostly captain-level Grim Reapers, with very few ordinary soldiers involved.

Even so, one could still clearly sense the murky spiritual pressure everywhere, and even the air felt heavy.

Among them, the most eye-catching are the Shinigami of the New Gotei 13.

A divine gun that can kill in an instant, a Stand user whose fists can defeat any opponent, a black-armored warrior a hundred meters tall, golden sand covering the battlefield, a giant infant emitting strange howls...

His performance was already strong enough on ordinary days, but I never expected that when he betrayed us, he would actually increase by one or two levels.

This shows that this group of people had been hiding their strength all along, just for this day.

Fortunately, the Gotei 14 (the imperial guard) was not to be trifled with either.

Not only does it have a veteran captain with a century of experience, but it also has a medical captain who keeps his abilities hidden, in addition to the secret mobile unit that is independent of the Gotei 13.

We will surely be able to cut down these treacherous officials.

Just when some of the Grim Reapers thought victory was assured, something strange happened.

While the other squads were unleashing their battle spiritual pressure, the second, fourth, eighth, and thirteenth squads were unusually quiet.

It was as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

At that moment, almost everyone had the same thought.

Leader of the Peking Opera band, have you betrayed us too?

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