Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Upon hearing this, Ichigo's breathing became rapid.

The speed of his sword swings increased significantly, and his spiritual pressure increased at a visible rate.

"To be honest, even my old man Deng is better than you."

"After we finish the fight, I'll help you apply for disability benefits so you can sit at the same table as Big Dog from now on."

"Liwei, have you eaten?"

Ichigo grew increasingly enraged as he fought, and under the influence of his intense emotions, his Zanpakuto almost danced in afterimages, the clanging sounds echoing throughout the training ground.

It quickly attracted a lot of attention.

The students stared in disbelief at the two combatants.

"What, are you kidding me?"

"This guy is eight years old?!"

"Both of them are way too strong!"

Naraku Sora didn't mind being watched by people, and even took the time to use Ichigo as a teaching material to instruct other students.

For example, some power generation techniques, advanced swordsmanship techniques, etc.

These are the future lifeline of the Gotei 13. Even if they are only slightly stronger, it will increase their chances of survival.

War is never child's play.

Of course, as the most talented overpowered character, Naraku Sora wouldn't mind exploring Ichigo's potential power while engaging in verbal sparring.

"The way you manipulate spirit particles is too crude. You should do it this way first, and then this way."

"Watch carefully and learn well. These are knowledge points that others would beg for but cannot obtain. In the entire Soul Society, only I know them!"

Looking at the spiritual particles condensed on the bamboo sword, Ichigo felt that something was off.

It's as if death shouldn't fight like this.

But his intuition told him that if he fought in the same way as Naraku Sora, he would reap unexpected results.

In a daze, Ichigo saw Zangetsu appear beside him, placing his hand on his shoulder, and a barely audible sound could be heard.

"If this is your choice..."

boom!!

Under Naraku Sora's expectant gaze, Ichigo suddenly erupted with a powerful blue light, and his already formidable strength underwent a qualitative transformation.

With a sudden swing of his sword, a crescent-shaped sword pressure flew out from the blade and headed straight for Naraku.

Upon seeing this, Ichigo's pupils contracted, and he instinctively shouted:

"careful!"

Although he seems to hate this kid who plays with children on the surface, Ichigo is actually very grateful to Naraku Sora.

After all, it was Naraku Sora who showed him such a wonderful world and so many of his own kind, making him no longer see himself as an outsider.

Similarly, although this guy has a sharp tongue, his micro-expressions clearly show that he is very satisfied with his performance.

He didn't want to see the other person get hurt because of his negligence.

Just as the sword was about to strike, a large hand suddenly rose and easily grasped it, much to Ichigo's disbelief.

As he exerted force with his five fingers, the intense sword pressure was crushed, and countless fragments of spiritual particles fell like fine sand through his fingers and disappeared into the air.

"That last attack was barely passable."

Naraku clicked his tongue. "But you can't be arrogant just because of a little achievement. You still have a long way to go."

"Alright, kendo class is over. Now it's time for free-fighting class."

"I forgot to mention earlier, your teacher is also sick, so I'll be teaching the next class!"

Ichigo's vision went black.

……

……

Shinigami Academy, Dean's Office.

"You bastard!"

Yamamoto's loud voice echoed throughout the Spirit Arts Academy, causing dust to fall in the corridors.

Looking at the dust on the ground, Quebu, the assistant dean, showed a hint of helplessness.

This kind of scenario seems to happen everywhere.

Why can't Master Yuan Liuzhai's O-shaped eyes be bigger?

Captain-Commander Naraku didn't do anything wrong, did he?

So what if they ambushed a few first-time teachers?

Captain-Commander Naraku has already made up for all the classes the students missed.

Seemingly sensing the betrayal in the Sparrow's gaze, Yamamoto glared angrily before turning his attention back to his traitor.

"While I don't object to you becoming a teacher at the Spirit Arts Academy, isn't it a bit of an overreaction to give special instruction to just one person?"

"Is that kid's talent worth doing this for?"

Naraku Sora grinned:

"Is the teacher doubting my ability to judge people?"

"Don't worry, Ichigo is the chosen one of this world, second only to me, the Captain-Commander."

"In the final battle soon, this kid will be a main fighting force stronger than an entire squad!"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto immediately showed a suspicious expression.

Chapter 394 Yhwach, the Honest and Trustworthy

"Is something as inconvenient as a free lunch?"

In class, Naraku swung his fist and punched the target hard.

Despite being hundreds of meters away, without even a roar, the target, specially reinforced by the Technology Development Bureau and capable of withstanding the full force of an ordinary Death Captain, was instantly annihilated.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

It was as if it had been directly erased by some kind of rule-based power.

Seeing this spectacular punch, the students became excited.

Some even asked directly, "Teacher, can we also cultivate to your level?"

Narakuku gave an affirmative answer to this.

"Heaven helps those who help themselves; as long as you're willing to endure hardship, you'll have endless opportunities to reap rewards..."

"Ahem, you'll all reach this level sooner or later."

He didn't use his full strength; he only unleashed a strike at the level of an average captain.

Logically speaking, if the people present were willing to spend a hundred years diligently practicing in the art of white-hat sparring, at least three or four of them could achieve this level.

Where there are affirmations, there will be doubts.

"Teacher, I have a question."

Ichigo raised his little hand in a gesture.

Naraku Sora smiled kindly and glanced sideways, saying:

"Just say it directly. There aren't that many rules in my class."

Ichigo pursed his lips, not believing a word of it.

He had just been beaten up by this guy the day before yesterday, all because he had whispered a few words to that little punk girl who called herself the boss of the first time.

It was clearly the other person who initiated the conversation.

Damn it, he'll remember this grudge.

When we grow stronger in the future, we will surely grow old alongside them!

“Daiyu Nahara Gengoro once said in a theory class that hand-to-hand combat is only for physical fitness. As a Shinigami, one should focus on Zanpakuto and diligently practice swordsmanship and slashing techniques.”

Ichigo looked very serious.

"madness!"

Naraku Sora scoffed, "The core of a Shinigami is never some Zanpakuto, but the Shinigami himself."

"I'm asking you, what would you do if your Zanpakuto was countered and your Kido's destructive power was insufficient?"

Ichigo paused for a moment, then subconsciously answered:

"Waiting to die?"

"?"

Enraged, Naraku flicked his finger, sending a spiritual energy blast straight to Ichigo's forehead, causing him to stagger.

"Don't say I taught you when you go out in the future. I can't bear the shame."

"How could you say something like 'waiting to die'?"

Ichigo rubbed his reddened forehead and glared at someone.

Damn it! Once I'm strong enough, I'll make that bastard pay!

Seeing the boy's stubborn expression, Naraku felt a secret sense of satisfaction. Now he was finally experiencing Yamamoto's joy.

No wonder that old man would find excuses to beat him up all the time; it turns out beating up his disciple is a pleasant thing.

"In this situation, all you can rely on is a body that has been tempered and refined through countless trials!"

The students of Narakukushoin opened their right hands, then clenched their fingers together, and a deafening explosion of air erupted from their palms, like thunder.

"You know, the captain of the second division, Yoruichi Shihouin, is a good example."