Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Since you are unwilling to surrender, then accept the punishment."

"Don't worry, it won't waste too much of your time."

The next moment, the ground beneath Ichigo's feet trembled violently, and the afterimages drawn by the air currents merged into one, his ferocious smile instantly appearing within reach.

Ichigo was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

But he soon discovered that the vice-captain of the Ninth Division opposite him was not as strong as he had imagined.

Occasionally, wind blades would strike the body, but they were blocked by the instantly activated Bloodlust Armor, completely failing to penetrate the defense.

The vice-captains' skill levels seem to vary quite a bit.

Having already infiltrated the Seireitei, Ichigo dared not linger at a fixed location for too long. Therefore, after figuring out the other party's background, he directly reached out and pressed his hand against the face.

A red and black bone mask instantly covered the face, and the voices overlapped, sounding like electronic synthesis.

"Etherealization?!"

Kensei Rokusha's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise.

A trembling hum emanated from Ichigo's feet, breaking through the wind blades' blockade. With a stretch of his arms, he firmly restrained the opponent's arms.

Immediately afterwards, he leaped into the air.

Rocket headbutt!

The head wearing the ethereal mask slammed solidly into the unprotected head.

A loud bang was heard, and the sound of a skull cracking could be faintly heard.

Kensei Rokkaku saw stars, his vision blurred, he swayed a few times, and then staggered to the ground.

Looking at the fallen enemy, Ichigo felt a pang of emotion.

Mr. Aizen is right, brains are indeed very useful.

No one would ever imagine that they would use a headbutt attack.

After dealing with the leader, Ichigo raised his eyes, his cold, golden vertical pupils sweeping over the remaining Shinigami.

Before anyone could give a signal, he charged into the crowd like a dump truck, launching an unstoppable assault.

After a few rounds, the ground was covered with unconscious soldiers.

For Ichigo, who can treat Shinigami of vice-captain level as mere soldiers, Shinigami below the rank of captain no longer pose much of a threat.

After defeating his opponent, Ichigo wore a somewhat serious expression.

"Hill of Twin Killings..."

Sensing multiple spiritual pressures approaching, he dared not linger any longer, turned around, concealed his spiritual pressure, and left in the opposite direction.

He had originally planned to bring the white-haired man along, but then felt that the man might be the tough-guy type, and he might not be able to get any useful information out of him.

So in the end, I gave up.

Hiding in the shadows, Ichigo watched the Shinigami patrolling the streets and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

These people don't pose much of a threat to him, but if he attracts enough captains or vice-captains, he might meet his end here.

We must proceed with caution before rescuing Dad.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind:

"Mr. Kurosaki".

Ichigo instantly became alert, and a deep blue aura instantly covered his skin, forming an indestructible blood-stasis armor defense.

He looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A young man with messy light yellow hair, wearing a white haori over a shihaka, emerged from the darkness.

He had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he was severely sleep-deprived.

"Although the situation is somewhat urgent right now, let me introduce myself."

"I am Kisuke Urahara, a subordinate of Lord Naraku, and I have come here specifically to help Mr. Kurosaki."

"If you are willing to believe me, please come with me."

With that, Kisuke turned and used Shunpo, quickly disappearing into the shadows.

Watching his receding figure, Ichigo hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, activated Shunpo, and followed after him.

Although the risk is great, it is almost impossible for him to rescue Shiba Isshin on his own.

Right now, the only option is to trust this guy of unknown origin.

I hope what he said is true.

Mr. Naraku, if you can see this, please bless me...

Soon, the two arrived at an underground space.

The environment was incredibly spacious, with even simulated suns and clouds overhead. Apart from the somewhat barren ground, it was almost indistinguishable from the outside world.

Ichigo felt that the face looked somewhat familiar.

Seemingly sensing his doubt, Kisuke explained:

"Scientists often share similar thinking, so it's normal for things to look familiar."

Although it's a bit far-fetched, it's still better than directly saying that he created the cultivation space in the real world.

That damned Naraku Sora, sooner or later he'll use the invincible Benihime to overthrow his superiors!

"Mr. Kurosaki".

Kisuke Urahara tries to distract Ichigo:

"The reason you are hesitant in this rescue operation is because your strength is not strong enough."

"So Lord Naraku asked me to help you with your training."

Ichigo paused for a moment, then asked, "Training? Now?"

"My dad is about to be executed."

Kisuke's eye twitched, and he coughed lightly twice:

"No need to worry, this training will not take too long."

"Mr. Kurosaki, have you ever heard of Fullbring?"

Ichigo tilted his head, looking completely bewildered.

……

……

The wind howled mournfully at Shuangji Hill, creating a somber and desolate atmosphere.

Before the massive execution platform, the Grim Reapers stood ready, their expressions extremely solemn, instinctively placing their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists, prepared for battle at any moment.

Although I don't understand why the Captain-Commander wanted to execute Isshin Shiba, there must be a reason why he did it.

Before the establishment of the 46th Chamber, the Captain-Commander was the supreme authority, and the First Division was the highest judicial body.

As subordinates, all they need to do is blindly carry out orders.

Although this way of doing things is not much different from when the 46 Chambers were still around, the overall atmosphere is much more relaxed.

There's no need to worry about being punished for offending nobles, nor about being imprisoned in the execution ground or underground prison for failing a mission.

As a player who rose from humble beginnings, the Captain-General is well aware of the hardships faced by the lower-level team members, and therefore often displays a touching tolerance in certain matters.

Therefore, many Grim Reapers looked at that figure on the cliff edge with longing in their eyes.

Yamamoto mingled among the captains, a hint of doubt flashing across his face.

He didn't understand.

Why would one's own foolish disciple place a meaningless chair on the edge of a cliff, turn his back to everyone, and say he wants to comprehend some kind of enlightenment?

Does this kind of performance art have anything to do with power?

Considering the traitor's current strength, Yamamoto couldn't help but turn his gaze into the distance again, trying to analyze the meaning behind this action.

Just as he was about to go up and ask, unable to contain his curiosity, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

A shattering sound rang out, and the sky, like glass struck by violence, broke open with countless cracks, revealing a deep, dark space.

A young man in a white cloak with a calm expression emerged from the dark cavity, his serene gaze sweeping over all the Grim Reapers below.

Only when he looked at Naraku sitting in the huge chair did his gaze linger for a few seconds.

Ichigo: "..."

Everyone else is standing, why is this guy sitting there?

Something feels off.

Naraku Sora slowly stood up from the chair, his expression serious.

"Every world has its own laws, and every court has its own rules. Invading the Soul Society is tantamount to a provocation against the Gotei 13. Ryoka, are you prepared to die?"

Ichigo frowned.

Things have taken an unexpected turn. As a member of the Gotei 13, Naraku seems to have no choice but to stand on the opposite side.

Should we eliminate him as well?

Although I hesitated, there was no turning back now.

When we engage in battle later, let's try to avoid vital points.

Ichigo made up his mind, his expression hardening once more, and a blazing light emanated from his body, instantly engulfing the entire Sōkyō Hill with an overwhelming pressure.

Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been watching the play with his hands tucked into his sleeves, widened his eyes and murmured:

"This level of spiritual pressure, are you kidding me..."

Even Retsu Unohana's expression turned serious, and she subconsciously reached out and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Hanging on the execution rack, Shiba Isshin stared blankly at the figure in the grove, forgetting all the lines he had painstakingly memorized.

It's only been a few days, but it feels like it's been years.