Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Seeing that Griffiths was finally dead, Bee-Shing Aya, who had been tense all along, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously looked at the figure in front of her and hesitated for a moment.

"Nah, Naraku's sixth seat, what do we do next?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Naraku Sora snapped out of his comprehension of "One Bone" and looked around.

The nobles who had been hiding in the bunkers kept emerging in a disheveled state, and as soon as they regained their footing, they glared angrily at the two of them.

"Fool! You almost hurt us just now! Don't you know that protecting the nobles is the primary objective in battle?!"

"Who is your captain? I'm going to file a complaint against him!"

Naraku Sora shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He looked at the girl beside him who was giving those nobles a look of disgust and whispered:

"Do you think the reason of 'great infighting and the sudden deaths of nobles' sounds plausible?"

Bee-tailed Aya: "?"

Chapter 57 I've had enough of all this red tape

"The sixth seat of Naraku, killing a nobleman without authorization will be subject to trial by the 46 Chambers of the Shinigami!"

Bee-tailed silk panicked and quickly stopped her.

"Who said they were nobles?"

Naraku grinned and pointed at the person who had shouted the loudest, saying, "Do nobles even think from the perspective of a Hollow?"

"In my opinion, they are nothing but absurdities disguised as nobles."

As they spoke, the man had already arrived before the nobleman, revealing his menacing teeth. Naraku looked at him with an extremely amiable smile:

"Damn Hollow, how dare you disguise yourself as an innocent nobleman! I'll personally..."

Staring at the face that suddenly appeared before him, the nobleman's expression instantly contorted as a few traces of the residual heat from the burning spiritual pressure surged towards him.

He was just an ordinary member of the Yokota family, with no extraordinary spiritual talent or indomitable will.

Having lived for hundreds of years, he was only at the eighteenth level of spiritual power, and had not even mastered many aspects of the ghost path.

Faced with this sudden pressure, Yokota Teruichi almost knelt down, but his noble dignity made him stand up and look the boy in the eye with an arrogant expression, his voice like thunder.

"You mere member of the Gotei 13 dares to lay a hand on us? Your life as a Shinigami ends here!"

"I will report everything that happened here to the 46th Division and have Captain-Commander Yamamoto take action personally."

"You bastard, just you wait until you get to Twin Kill Hill!"

Hearing these words, which showed absolutely no sign of yielding, Naraku Sora almost laughed in anger.

The phrase "a bully at home" was used to its fullest extent by the other party.

When facing the Great Hollow, they called him "Envoy," and even abandoned their noble airs to pay homage and flatter him.

However, when communicating with the Shinigami who killed the Hollow, they adopted an arrogant attitude, as if they were still nobles who were above the many institutions of Seireitei.

How can Soul Society be managed properly when commanded by such insects?

Seeing Naraku Sora's increasingly hostile gaze, even the most foolish Yokota Teruichi realized the seriousness of the situation.

The guy in front of us wasn't just talking; he genuinely wanted to harm us.

This person no longer distinguishes between high and low, noble and lowly. Even a nobleman, who is high above others, is nothing more than a corpse that can still breathe temporarily in his eyes.

"Wait, I can..."

Teruichi Yokota quickly spoke up, trying to prove that he was a nobleman, not the Hollow the other party claimed.

However, at this moment, several spiritual pressure fluctuations suddenly came from outside the manor, with the spiritual pressure of the leader being particularly heavy, surging in like a flood bursting its banks.

The Seireitei's reinforcements have arrived.

Koichi Yokota naturally noticed this as well, and his previously fearful expression returned to its usual arrogance.

In his eyes, other Grim Reapers would not be as unprincipled as this guy in front of him, much less dare to defy the world and attack nobles.

Moreover, there was a faint sense of familiarity emanating from this spiritual pressure.

With that person present, he is now safe and sound.

"Ha, you're finished."

Yokota Teruichi laughed smugly and said loudly, "Your crimes will be recorded, and the 46th Division will certainly handle them impartially. What awaits you then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the smile on his face froze abruptly. A head, its expression unchanged, fell from the sky, rolled in a pool of murky blood, and finally came to a stop, its astonished eyes staring at the clear blue sky.

"I've had enough of all this red tape."

Naraku Sora stood holding his sword, exhaling softly. In the reflection of the blood, his face appeared somewhat sharp and razor-sharp.

The manor was completely silent.

The nobles stared in disbelief at the head lying in a pool of blood, their eyes no longer as arrogant as before, but instead filled with an undisguised cowardice.

Just then, Death, leading the team, arrived at the manor.

As soon as they entered, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.

Beneath the broken demonic barrier, the landscape was ravaged, with countless fissures of varying sizes cracking open in the earth, and scorching winds engulfing almost every corner.

It was as if covered by a thin layer of white mist.

The remaining flames sizzled on the broken stones, in the charred soil, and in the sticky flesh, continuing to burn everything that remained.

The entire manor was shrouded in destruction.

It was as if a natural disaster had struck.

The Grim Reapers stared in disbelief at the scene of destruction, and the manor fell into a long-lost deathly silence.

It wasn't until someone from the noble family spoke up to remind them, "Captain Takeda, you should protect us first."

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

The man known as Captain Takeda raised his slender eyes, his slightly cold gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Naraku Sora and Hachiko Aya, a look of understanding appearing on his face.

Upon seeing this man, many nobles seemed to have found a pillar of support and desperately moved closer to him, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would suffer the same fate as Yokota Teruichi.

Only when the frozen head fell did they realize—

The Shinigami boy who was fighting the Hollows head-on didn't care about the so-called noble titles, much less protect their lives.

The only one who can save them now is the belated captain of the Ninth Division, Takeda Satoru.

"You have violated Articles 37 and 64 of the Soul Society's regulations by trespassing on a nobleman's private estate and slaughtering innocent nobles."

"Surrender, or let me do it myself?"

The man's face remained expressionless, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on Naraku Sora beside the charred crater. A heavy spiritual pressure surrounded him, and the atmosphere became tense.

Naraku Sora frowned.

In this situation, even an honest man like Nishikawa would realize something was wrong.

Not to mention him.

The captain of the Ninth Division was clearly an unfamiliar face, someone I had never seen before. If I'm not mistaken, he was probably a character who had never appeared in the original work.

But judging from his current attitude, this guy is clearly on the side of the nobles.

Naraku grinned and said nonchalantly:

"Captain Takeda, we have been ordered to investigate the unusual situation inside the Yokota family manor."

“Just now, these nobles cooperated with the Hollows by sacrificing the souls of commoners. Look, the Hollow's corpse is still warm.”

"You're going to protect these people just because you believe one side of the story? You wouldn't happen to be in cahoots with them, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Takeda Satoki shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes:

"I did not see any sacrifices or Hollows, but the massacre of nobles was real. As a member of the Gotei 13, protecting the nobles is our most fundamental mission."

"Since you are putting up such a stubborn resistance, I have no choice but to take you down myself."

The words fell.

A blazing pillar of spiritual pressure exploded from his body, shooting straight into the sky. The terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of Naraku, instantly swept across the entire manor.

Chapter 58 makes it sound like everyone has a powerful backer.

The sudden burst of spiritual pressure caused Fengshao Ling's face to instantly lose all color, turning deathly pale.

She never expected that the captain of the Ninth Division, one of the nominal highest decision-makers of the Gotei 13, would be so indiscriminate.

It was clearly just the nobles' one-sided account, and the corpses of the Great Hollows left on the ground and the pools of blood were enough to show that this incident was not so simple.

But Takeda Satoki seemed to be blind, ignoring the battle scars that resembled a natural disaster, and even protecting the disgusting nobles behind him, preparing to take forceful action.

Whether to capture or forcibly silence them, it's not hard to tell from the murderous look in their eyes.

Aya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. With their level, they were no match for a captain-level Grim Reaper.

Even if they join forces, they have no chance of winning.

However, if we can offer suitable leverage to make the other party hesitant to act, we might be able to secure a glimmer of hope.

"Captain Takeda, actually, Naraku's sixth seat is also quite prestigious..."

Before Fengshao Ling could finish speaking, a fiery figure swept past her side.

"Sho-ling, why are you wasting your breath talking to this kind of guy?"

Naraku Sora's voice echoed above the ruined manor. The surging spiritual pressure, like a supernova explosion, instantly filled his body and transformed into a sun that shone down on the devastation below.

A power beyond Takeda Satoru's comprehension suddenly erupted from his relatively slender body, and his Zanpakuto drew a near-perfect arc in the air, attacking him like a falling sun.

The spiritual pressure he was so proud of was not only useless at this moment, but instead became the trigger for Naraku Sora's ferocity.

He had disliked this guy ever since he first appeared.

When facing his fellow Grim Reaper, he puts on a businesslike demeanor, but when looking at a down-and-out nobleman, he wishes he could wag his tail off to show his loyalty.

When double standards reach this level, what else is there to say?

Does the captain have a few more heads than the others?