Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Newly recruited Death Gods typically only have a Spirit Might level of 20.

Even so, it is enough to crush the ordinary souls of Rukongai.

Ordinary members are simply unable to withstand the full spiritual pressure released by a Shinigami of the Seat Officer rank.

Similarly, the seat commander was completely unable to withstand the release of spiritual pressure in front of a captain-level Shinigami.

When the gap between the two sides reaches a certain level, the weaker party cannot even sense the spiritual pressure of the stronger party.

This is how people truly feel right now.

Unlike when they wreaked havoc in Hell last time, the master and disciple, now at their ultimate level, were capable of obliterating any creature that appeared in their sight.

Yamamoto swung his sword expressionlessly, as if harvesting leeks, sweeping away the culprits and the intent of hell.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to sense something, looked up in the direction of the Gates of Hell, and was shocked to find that the portal had begun to flicker.

It's like having a bad signal.

"almost."

Yamamoto glanced at the endless ashes, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes. He suppressed his killing intent and then used Shunpo to move towards the direction from which the ethereal pressure of Naraku was coming.

As they approached, they heard an extremely arrogant voice.

"Come, come, come! You vile traitors, you filthy hellish intent, die under my Zanpakuto!"

Looking closer, one could see that Naraku was wielding two swords, one above and one below, and with a casual slash, hordes of vengeful people fell to the ground.

Very efficient.

Yamamoto: "..."

How come I didn't know he had a Zanpakuto?

Also, has this traitor's illness gotten worse?

"Kid, the gates of hell are about to close completely. We should go."

Hearing the sound behind him, Naraku slashed forward with both swords in his hand.

He launched a slash in the form of black flash, and the flames like plows swept across the earth, turning everything in sight into a scorching zone ravaged by lava.

With a flicker of firelight, a figure radiating heat approached Yamamoto.

"Teacher, I've discovered a secret."

"Hmm?" Yamamoto glanced sideways.

Naraku grinned, pointed to the area he had swept, and gestured:

"It seems like Hell is deliberately hiding something. As long as I advance westward, the resistance of the scum and the will of Hell will intensify, and they will even revive captain-level scum again and again."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto narrowed his eyes.

Just as Kisuke Urahara believed, he was merely a warrior, lacking the wisdom of others.

After a brief moment of thought, he said in a deep voice:

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Two figures, trailing long flames, rushed into the gates of hell like shooting stars.

……

……

When Naraku Sora told Urahara Kisuke about his discovery, he realized that his workload had increased once again.

Kisuke had intended to fight back, but upon seeing someone's devilish smile, he suppressed the thought.

Well, what's done is done, let's just leave it at that.

As soon as the group returned to the First Division barracks, members of the Ritsuki team rushed over.

"Information from the Covert Force reports that an unauthorized interdimensional disturbance has been detected in the West 13th District of Rukongai. Analysis indicates it is a Ryoka invasion!"

Upon hearing this, Nairoku grinned:

"It's finally here!"

Yamamoto immediately cast a suspicious glance at him.

"Ahem, I mean, how dare a mere Ryuka invade Soul Society? They're truly audacious!"

Nai Luokong had a stern expression on his face and said in a loud voice:

"Pass on my order: dispatch squads to Rukongai in units of division. The Ryogoku are ruthless; we must not be careless."

"Once encountered, immediately notify the Shinigami of the rank of vice-captain or above to carry out a siege and annihilate all enemies who dare to invade our Soul Society!"

Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction. This was the correct way to deal with the crisis.

We must never let a moment of carelessness lead to a major disaster.

Seeing Naraku Sora suddenly become excited, Urahara Kisuke opened his mouth, but then hesitated to speak.

For some reason, he felt a sense of kinship with the traveler who had invaded Soul Society.

I hope the traveler is alright.

Rukongai, West 11th District.

Ichigo looked at the white-haired boy opposite him, who was even shorter than him, and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression, his brows furrowing:

"The Gotei 13 actually employed child laborers?"

Chapter 401 The Battle of Chuunibyou

Upon hearing Ichigo Kurosaki's question, Toshiro Hitsugaya's forehead veins bulged, and his calm face instantly turned icy.

"What child labor? Where is there child labor?!"

"You bastard, you'd better change your words, or else..."

Ichigo looked at the other person with a puzzled expression and scratched his head:

“You look a little shorter than me. Nobody would hire me at my age to work at a convenience store, let alone you.”

"However, the laws of Soul Society are different from those of the human world. If the Gotei 13 did not have age restrictions, it would be really difficult to define child labor and the like."

Seeing the other person's serious expression, Toshiro felt a surge of anger.

Because of his exceptional talent, he graduated with honors in just one year and became a member of the Sixth Division.

After another year of hard work, he successfully became the deputy captain.

He is one step closer to his dream of becoming captain.

Upon hearing that a rogue had appeared in Rukongai, Toshiro immediately led his team there without hesitation, hoping to achieve the best in this mission and make his path to becoming captain smoother.

He chose to join the Gotei 13 to repay a debt of gratitude.

But after hearing about Naraku's many deeds, Toshiro realized that ordinary soldiers or officers were not even qualified to work for him.

Only by becoming the captain can this dream be fulfilled.

Toshiro took a deep breath, his expression becoming more serious, and as his small face tightened, he slowly drew his Zanpakuto from behind his back.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore, you don't deserve to listen."

"The commander-in-chief has ordered that if any raiders are encountered, they be annihilated immediately!"

Seeing this, Ichigo's expression also turned serious.

Although they verbally belittled the other party, they never underestimated them in their hearts.

Before coming, Aizen specifically instructed that no one should underestimate any of the vice-captains of the Gotei 13.

Those who can become vice-captains are all the best among the Shinigami, beings worthy of being recorded in the history of Soul Society.

If things go wrong, it won't just be you who dies, but also Isshin Shiba, and even Naraku Sora.

A desolate wilderness.

Two young boys faced each other, their expressions increasingly grim. Faint lights shone on their bodies, and the air grew heavy.

The Grim Reaper, who was watching, felt a sense of absurdity upon seeing this scene.

what is this?

Is this a war between minors?

It's one thing for our own vice-captain to be a child, but why is it that even the traveler is a short little kid?

Are we really getting old?

Just as everyone was feeling conflicted, Toshiro made the first move.

“Sit upright in the frosty sky, Hyōrinmaru.”

As his Zanpakuto was released, the surrounding air temperature dropped instantly, and as he exhaled white breath, the sky gradually darkened.

Ichigo suddenly realized: "So it's an ice-type Zanpakuto."

He gripped the hilt of the knife behind him with his backhand, and the bandages wrapped around it automatically unfurled, revealing an exaggerated pose to everyone.

The next instant, Ichigo stepped forward.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted, and the sudden, fierce aura stunned everyone present.

Before the other Shinigami could react, Ichigo had already traversed a long distance, raised his cleaver-shaped Zangetsu, and slashed forward.

Clang——

Amidst the dazzling sparks and the mournful howling wind, Toshiro's pupils contracted.

Although he managed to keep up with the opponent's speed, he could not withstand the terrifying power transmitted from the Zanpakuto.

Damn it, who is this guy?

The blade trembled violently, unleashing a bone-chilling cold that spread outwards, creating a large area of ​​ice as it slashed forward, with layers of ice piling up, attempting to bury Ichigo within.

Ichigo used Shunpo to dodge, avoiding being covered in the low temperature.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Toshiro pulled out his trump card, which would determine the outcome of the battle.