Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Lord Shutara is looking for you."

"?"

Naraku Sora slowly typed out a question mark.

Has he been caught?

Why would that woman seek him out for no reason?

Considering Shutara Senjumaru's identity, Naraku Sora immediately became wary.

Perhaps sensing his confusion, Nishikawa casually offered an explanation:

"Perhaps it's because of your performance when you were escorting those two Adjuchas?"

"Actually, the Shin-O Prison hasn't had a newcomer with as much potential as you in a long time."

"The prison magistrate values ​​talent and might directly promote you to prison warden."

The prison warden is comparable to the Grand Master, and with Nairoku's current strength, he is more than capable.

Despite saying that, the transmigrator's paranoia kicked in, making him increasingly uneasy.

It's easy to tell from his words that the honest Nishikawa was genuinely happy for Naraku.

"Let's go, don't keep the warden waiting."

Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The two walked one after the other toward the center of the barracks.

There were few people on the road; most of the jailers were carrying out punishments in the hell below.

Therefore, this place seems rather deserted.

Even if someone passed by, they would only respectfully bow to Nishikawa and then leave in a hurry.

The overall atmosphere was quite solemn.

The two arrived at a spacious wooden house. The door opened, and a pale-skinned, elegant woman sat in the middle, her expression revealing a half-smile.

Looking at Naraku Sora, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Looking into those eyes, there's always the illusion that your very underwear can be seen through.

"Naraku Sora, your previous performance was good. Given that your strength has met the requirements, you will be the tenth seat of the Shinigami Prison from now on."

Shutara Senjumaru smiled and said, "Also, leave the matters of Hell to others. You stay in the barracks and assist me with some paperwork."

Upon hearing this, Naraku's expression twisted slightly, looking troubled:

"Lord Prisoner, actually my performance was quite average, and I almost couldn't hold on. Could you allow me to continue to hone my skills at the bottom for a while longer?"

Upon hearing this, Nishikawa's eyes widened immediately.

The last person to disobey Lord Shutara's orders seems to have committed suicide after being stabbed thirty-eight times in the back, right?

How many heads do you have to talk like that?

"Lord Shutara, Naraku..." Nishikawa tried to save a precious life.

However, before he could finish speaking, he witnessed a scene that shocked him to the point of questioning his existence.

Shutara Senjumaru took a few steps to Naraku Sora, stretched out his slender fingers, and pinched the face that was twisted yet stubborn.

She leaned close to the boy's ear, her soft breath almost touching his, her whisper mingling with a delicate fragrance:

"Kid, are you really not going to reconsider?"

Chapter 6 Blind Student, You've Discovered the Key Point

Naraku Sora froze on the spot, staring blankly at the flawless face so close to his face. His mind went blank for a moment.

Having traveled through time for so long, this is the first time I've come so close to a woman who is both a stranger and somewhat familiar.

Especially since the other person is also very good-looking.

Her flawless face seemed to embody all the beauty in the world, exuding a captivating charm with a touch of solemnity, and her eyes held a confident air.

An undeniable confidence that no one can refuse.

Nishikawa, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Strictly speaking, Shutara Senjumaru hadn't been in the Shinigami Prison for as long as he had.

From the moment she joined until now, this high-ranking prison warden has always given people the illusion of being an ice queen.

He is serious and rarely smiles.

But what does he see now?

Shutara Senjumaru repeatedly tried to win over a newly imprisoned young man, even going so far as to abandon his status as a prison warden.

In a sense, this should be considered seduction.

Is the difference between people really that great?

Nishikawa glanced cautiously at Naraku Sora's stiff expression, then tried hard to recall his former dignified appearance.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Looks don't mean anything; in Soul Society, strength is what matters.

Wait a minute, it seems this kid is now on par with him?

Recalling Nai's failure to escort Achookas earlier, Nishikawa suddenly realized something.

So, in every aspect, I'm inferior to a newly appointed Grim Reaper who just graduated from the Spirit Arts Academy?

Could this be the reason why Lord Shutara is looking at us differently?

Naraku had no time to pay attention to Nishikawa, who was constantly imagining things.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on behind the Shutara Thousand Hands Pill.

Could it be that she really just lusts after his body?

Considering that he didn't know much about Shutara Senjumaru's personality, Naraku Sora decided to play it safe for the time being, as staying by his side was too dangerous.

"I'm sorry, Lord Warden, I don't think I'm suited for clerical work."

Shutara Senjumaru raised his slender eyebrows slightly, his smile undiminished, and slowly spoke:

"Why?"

Having once again refused the prison warden's offer of help, Nishikawa felt he couldn't help the kid anymore.

It's time to prepare a private seat in the deepest hell.

"To be honest," Naraku said earnestly, "I actually have another purpose for joining the Shinigami Prison."

"If it's just an office job, the Gotei 13, the Kidoshu, or even the Onmitsukido would be fine."

"But these places cannot fulfill my ideals!"

Looking at the righteous and indignant demeanor of the young man in front of him, Shutara Senjumaru's face flashed with a hint of doubt.

"ideal?"

"Yes," Naraku Sora declared in a resounding voice, "To prevent the Seireitei from being destroyed, to protect the peace of Soul Society, and to combat criminals, let's start with ourselves!"

Shutara Senjumaru remained silent.

It's easy to tell from Naraku Sora's sincere gaze that what he just said was the truth.

but.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone join the Shinigami Prison to protect the Soul Society.

Normally, shouldn't he join the Gotei 13?

After all, it is their duty to serve in the Gotei 14.

The Shin-o Prison is only responsible for arresting people.

Are you kidding me?

Shutara Senjumaru's gaze became somewhat complicated.

However, she was clearly different from that old pedant who only knew how to roast sweet potatoes.

As highly skilled researchers who delve into various fields, if we cannot accept new things and keep up with the times, we would have been eliminated by others hundreds of years ago.

Senjumaru's lips curled into a smile as he praised:

"Very good, very energetic."

"The Zhen'ao Prison is missing a young man as energetic as you."

"but……"

Naraku Sora pricked up his ears.

Shutara Senjumaru's smile held a hint of mockery as he asked softly:

"Do you know how the 46 usually deal with Shinigami infected with Hollow characteristics?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Naraku was completely stunned.

He stared in astonishment at those smiling eyes, his expression momentarily stiffening.

For a moment, Naraku felt his brain completely shut down, becoming a blank.

What about planning before acting, what about prioritizing expediency, what about reaching the pinnacle of life...

None of that matters at this moment.

What happens when the most closely guarded secret is exposed with a single sentence?

Naraku Sora simply couldn't imagine it.

Imprisoned in the Avici Hell?

Or was he punched to his knees and then severely punished for a false accusation?

"Kid, you seem surprised."