Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

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Ichigo stared at the floor that had been instantly corroded, and a chill ran down his spine.

"As you can see, I am a doctor."

"?"

Do you want to see what you're saying?

From head to toe, you don't look like a doctor at all!

Frankenstein's monster is more like it.

"Please be patient. I don't like uncooperative patients. Your injury is almost fully healed. All you need to do is inject the medication from this syringe."

The strange man approached with a syringe, and Ichigo desperately shrank back, soon crashing into the wall.

Just then, the door was opened, and a familiar figure slowly walked in.

The chaotic scene came into Aizen's view.

The blankets were scattered, and the little boy huddled in the corner, shivering. Mayuri Kurotsuchi held a syringe, a cryptic smile on his face, and walked step by step toward the corner.

He sighed softly, somewhat helplessly, and said:

"Sorry to bother you, I'll come back later."

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind a panicked Ichigo Kurosaki in the room.

Because of the injection and his injuries, Ichigo was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as the monster in front of him removed his bandages.

To Mayuri Kurotsuchi's surprise, the originally hideous and terrifying injuries had now turned into some insignificant traces.

If he hadn't personally bandaged Ichigo's wounds beforehand, he might have thought the kid wasn't injured at all.

That's Kyoraku Shunsui's Bankai.

If it were any other Grim Reaper, without the aid of a semi-finished hellish hot spring for treatment, they would have to lie in bed for at least ten days to half a month.

But this kid in front of me, after just one night, plus some of the treatment medicine I concocted, has already recovered most of his health.

Such a recovery speed is almost comparable to the high-speed regeneration of the Great Hollow.

Tsk, another pervert.

The last time I saw such a freakish guy was when Naraku Sora first joined the team.

No wonder Lord Naraku often goes to the Spirit Arts Academy to conduct private lessons; it turns out he has discovered his kind.

Speaking of similar individuals, this kid in front of me named Kurosaki Ichigo seems to have a lot of research value. I wonder if I could use treatment as an excuse to draw some blood from him.

While Mayuri Kurotsuchi was pondering this, Ichigo was surprised to find that, despite being injected with an unknown liquid, the remaining injuries on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, his previously exhausted and weak body was revitalized.

Even the spiritual pressure that had been depleted was mostly restored.

Realizing that the noise in the room had stopped, Aizen came in again.

"Mr. Aizen!"

Ichigo quickly stood up. "Did you save me?"

Aizen nodded:

"When I sensed the spiritual pressure from Isshin and the others, I rushed over immediately, but unfortunately I was too late."

"By the time you arrived, the portal had already closed, leaving you alone lying in the rain."

Ichigo took a deep breath and asked with a serious expression:

"Mr. Aizen, I would like to ask you something."

"It must be Shiba Isshin. If nothing unexpected happens, he's already imprisoned in the Penitentiary..."

Before Aizen could finish speaking, Ichigo abruptly interrupted him.

"No, what I want to ask is Mr. Naraku. I know you are friends with him, so I want to know why Naraku did this, even though he knew about my relationship with that guy!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Aizen's eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice:

"Naraku? Don't blame him. That guy had no choice. In Soul Society, no one can disobey the orders of the 46 Chambers."

"And besides, haven't you noticed—"

"If it weren't for him making the final move, you would very likely have been killed on the spot by the band leader."

Ichigo's expression froze as he subconsciously recalled the battle that had taken place the previous night.

After a moment, his expression relaxed considerably, and he became more at ease.

"Is that so?"

Aizen lowered his gaze slightly and continued:

"actually……"

“Naraku took an unimaginable risk by letting you go. Once you are discovered by the Gotei 13, you will face the same execution as Isshin.”

"But the reason I did this is because I still have hope."

Upon hearing this, Ichigo couldn't help but ask:

"Do you really think we can defeat the Gotei 13 and rescue Dad and the others on our own?"

Aizen shook his head:

"It's not us, it's you."

"I am just a researcher, I don't have their power."

"But you are different, Ichigo. You have extraordinary potential within you, and all you need to do is fully develop it."

"So, are you ready to undergo special training called hell?"

Ichigo took several deep breaths, his small face tense, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Yes, Mr. Aizen."

"I'm ready!"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, standing beside Ichigo, grinned from ear to ear, applauding the courage Ichigo displayed.

It's worth noting that even Naraku Sora wouldn't dare make such a promise to Aizen.

Young people are too reckless.

……

……

Seireitei, the barracks of the First Division.

"What surprise?"

Yamamoto sat at the tea table, looking at his traitorous disciple who was brewing tea and roasting sweet potatoes with a puzzled expression.

"The surprise is that there will be a grand performance in three days. The teacher won't have to do anything. Just quietly watch the Grim Reapers perform."

Naraku Sora poured tea into the teacup, and the elegant aroma of tea immediately filled the entire room.

"Of course, if you can't sit still, you can take notes on their performance, and we'll score them based on their performance after the show."

"Those with low scores, hehe..."

Naraku Sora didn't say anything, but the smile on his face reminded Yamamoto of some unpleasant memories.

Just as the master and apprentice were chatting idly, a figure suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Kisuke, even though you're already the vice-captain of the First Division, you still need to knock before coming in."

Upon hearing this, Kisuke Urahara's face immediately fell.

"Please correct your wording. I am only a temporary deputy captain."

Naraku Sora picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Looking at that person, he seemed completely unfazed, as if he hadn't listened to a word anyone said.

Kisuke wished he could pull out Benihime on the spot and, in accordance with the fine tradition of Soul Society—overthrowing superiors—kill this person right there and then.

"I'm here to report on the progress of the mission."

Naraku looked at him with a puzzled expression. As an NPC, he had given out too many quests, so he couldn't remember which one Kisuke was referring to for a moment.

Kisuke Urahara seemed to have anticipated this situation, and perhaps he was already used to being exploited by someone. He just sighed helplessly, and surprisingly, he didn't feel much anger.

"It's the Gate of Hell, Captain-Commander Naraku."

"I just used some records left by the Mikado family to pinpoint the coordinates of the next appearance of the Gates of Hell through my equipment."

Naraku's eyes lit up: "That's great, let's set off immediately!"

"Cough cough!"

Just as I stood up to leave, I heard a series of rapid coughs next to me.

Naraku's gaze shifted and landed on Yamamoto, who was enjoying tea.

The old man kept his eyes down, looking calm and composed, as if the voice he had just heard wasn't his.

But anyone with eyes could see that the old man was completely unable to sit still after hearing the news about hell.

As early as the chaos in Hell, Yamamoto knew about the hidden dangers Hell posed to the Three Realms, and later he even went to Hell with Naraku.

Unfortunately, we weren't well prepared at the time and only managed to eliminate some insignificant Hellish beings.

If we can deliver a heavy blow to Hell before the final battle begins, it will surely eliminate any worries the Soul Society may have.

"Since the teacher has already retired, he should just enjoy his retirement peacefully."

Naraku Sora waved his hand dismissively, "Leave the fighting to me."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto was furious:

"You bastard, I'm just not going to be the captain anymore, when did I ever say I was going to retire?"