Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Chapter 75 For your sake, use Muramasa on me!

What are you saying?

Kyoga Kuchiki frowned. "Of course I understand the abilities of Zanpakuto."

He took his Zanpakuto, scabbard and all, from his waist and spoke without reservation.

"Its name is Muramasa, and it can awaken the consciousness of other Shinigami Zanpakuto and amplify their emotions."

"As you said before, Zanpakuto belongs to the power of the Shinigami, but similarly, this power has its own independent consciousness."

"In the process of Shinigami interacting with Zanpakuto, disagreements or subtle frictions are inevitable."

"Normally, these kinds of emotions are not a problem and will not affect a Shinigami's use of Zanpakuto."

"But Muramasa can amplify this emotion infinitely, so that the Zanpakuto will feel resentment and dissatisfaction towards the Shinigami, and then instill the idea of ​​'rebelling against the master' into the Zanpakuto, so that it will completely betray him."

"A Shinigami who loses his Zanpakuto is essentially deprived of his main means of attack. Even the most powerful Shinigami will perish because of this."

Xiu Mu Xiang He made no attempt to conceal anything.

In his view, Narakuku helped him so much, recognized him, and even took the initiative to enlighten and ease the conflict between him and his father-in-law.

It would be hard to find another soulmate like him in the entire Soul Society.

If I were to continue to hold back my Zanpakuto abilities, it would be rather unfriendly of me.

Furthermore, Muramasa's abilities were no secret among the higher-ups of Soul Society; both Kuchiki Ginrei and Captain-Commander Yamamoto were well aware of them.

"In addition, after Muramasa's Bankai, he can also invade the enemy's inner world, attack their soul, and read their memories."

At this point, Kuchiki Hibiki hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes became more determined.

"Of course, there are also drawbacks. If the enemy closes their heart beforehand, the above abilities will be difficult to take effect."

Naraku Sora seemed to be deep in thought.

What Kuchiki Kyoga said was pretty much what he already knew, and he didn't even hold back on Muramasa's shortcomings, which can truly be described as being completely open and honest.

However, after pondering for a while, Naraku Sora revealed a heartbroken expression and slapped Kuchiki Kyouga's shoulders heavily with both hands.

"Xianghe, you've gone down the wrong path!"

Kuchiki Hibiki: "?"

Ignoring Kuchiki Hibiki's changing expression, Naraku Sora organized his thoughts and said frankly:

"As I said before, Zanpakuto originate from the soul of a Shinigami and are part of the Shinigami's power. You acknowledge that, right?"

Xiu Mu Xiang He nodded.

This was a basic course at the Spirit Arts Academy, and as an outstanding graduate, he was naturally aware of it.

"But your description is the opposite."

"In the battles against the traitorous Grim Reaper, you usually lead the charge with Muramasa in a supporting role. Although you've achieved great success, have you ever considered this question—"

"What will you do once Muramasa's abilities are cracked?"

Before the words were even finished, Kuchiki Hibiki retorted without hesitation, "Impossible! My Muramasa is invincible!"

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora looked on with anticipation.

"Since you've put it that way, Xianghe, why not test Muramasa's limits?"

The rotten wood echoed with a confused expression.

Naraku spread his hands and said sincerely:

"Use Muramasa on me for your sake."

Kuchiki Kyoga was shocked; he never expected Naraku Sora to go to such lengths.

"Naraku, if your Zanpakuto betrays you, it will have a serious impact on you. You will have to submit to it again to regain its approval."

“Just tell me directly what drawbacks Muramasa has. I’m willing to trust you. There’s no need for such a sacrifice.”

Kuchiki Hibiki's attitude was extremely sincere. He had been a son-in-law of the Kuchiki family for so long, and this was the first time he had met a friend like Naraku Sora who was willing to open his heart to him and even make sacrifices for him.

Subconsciously, he was unwilling to use Muramasa's abilities on his friends.

"It's okay."

Naraku Sora drew his Zanpakuto from his waist and smiled confidently:

“I believe in her, just as you believe in Muramasa.”

"However, the difference is that you believe in Muramasa's abilities, while I believe in myself!"

Perhaps it was Naraku Sora's smile that touched Kuchiki Kyoga, or perhaps it was this confidence that moved him. Although he still couldn't understand it, he slowly drew his Zanpakuto—

Whisper, Muramasa.

As the initial release rang out, Kuchiki Kyoga's spiritual pressure gradually rose, transforming into a pillar of light that instantly enveloped the surrounding area.

The surrounding air currents surged, stirring up dust.

Amidst the howling spiritual storm, as if a portal to another dimension had been opened, a figure slowly emerged from the blade in Kuchiki Hibiki's hand.

This was a tall, thin man with pale skin, wearing a white striped robe with thick fur covering the collar.

His face was covered in heavy purple eyeshadow, which seemed out of place with Kuchiki Hibiki's style of dress.

Upon Muramasa's appearance, he immediately looked at Naraku Sora with a wary gaze.

He had overheard the entire conversation between the two, and therefore inevitably felt a sense of rejection towards the man who had bewitched his master.

What does it mean to over-rely on a Zanpakuto?

What does it mean that Muramasa's abilities have been broken?

That kid has ill intentions!

We must teach this guy who stirred up trouble between him and Kuchiki Hibiki a lesson.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Muramasa maintained proper etiquette.

"Lord Naraku, are you sure you want me to use my ability on you?"

To his surprise, Naraku shook his head, then raised his Zanpakuto, revealing a sincere expression of "it's for your own good," and said:

"It'll be fine to use it on her."

"If you see the memories in my head, you'll go crazy."

Muramasa: "?"

Despite his bewilderment, he chose to respect Naraku's decision, extending his right hand with his fingers spread out, his long nails particularly eye-catching.

A powerful spiritual pressure erupted from it, like a pebble falling into a calm lake, creating ripples that spread outwards and enveloped the Zanpakuto whose tip pointed straight to the ground.

The next moment, the world before Muramasa's eyes underwent a tremendous change—

Amidst the boundless ruins and wreckage, scorching flames flickered gently, constantly spreading and expanding towards the horizon.

On the vast, scorched earth, countless cracks were everywhere.

His nostrils were filled with the smell of sulfur and ash. The village was like an uninvited guest who had stumbled into this apocalyptic world, and the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

As a Zanpakuto capable of turning other Shinigami against their will, he followed Kuchiki Hibiki through countless battles, witnessing the inner worlds of numerous Shinigami.

But never before has an inner world been like this—

barren.

Above the fiery red dome, there was an equally palpable deathly silence. What should have been brilliant stars were twisted and distorted by some force, like melted glass.

The inner world of Death often reflects, to some extent, the personality of its master.

Just how awful is that guy named Naraku Sora's personality that he caused the world to turn out like this?

Chapter 76 Death is not such an inconvenient thing.

For some reason, Muramasa felt a sense of oppression and heaviness in his heart.

As he tried to find traces of his Zanpakuto in this inner world, a faint sound came from a skull, dried up by the intense heat, in a blind spot he hadn't noticed.

The twisted torso creaked, the狰狞 face slowly straightened, and the empty pupils stared straight at the uninvited guest in the desolate world.

Click.

As Cun was walking, he accidentally stepped on a piece of scorched earth, and the sound of it breaking echoed. As if it were some kind of signal, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him.

Instinctively, he dodged to the side.

A twisted, withered skeleton burst forth from behind, its ferocious aura suddenly erupting and engulfing Muramasa like a flood breaking through a dam.

The cracked earth continued to crack and pop as similar skeletons emerged from the ground, quickly filling the field of vision.

With a flash of purple light, a long sword appeared in Muramasa's hand.

He could no longer tell whether this was the power of Naraku Sora's Zanpakuto or whether his inner world was inherently so strange.

The only certainty is that if he doesn't react soon, he might be torn to pieces by these unknown creatures.

A sharp blade flashed, instantly shattering the strange entity that had charged forward.

Countless fragments burst forth amidst flames, their withered bodies scattering into the cracks of the earth, where they merged once more.

Before long, Muramasa realized that these creatures were not powerful.

But it seems like there's no end to it; for every one you break apart, two more will crawl out from the crack.

Such a battle is meaningless. Muramasa frowned and decided to use his ability to find the Zanpakuto's true form, complete the mission as soon as possible, and leave this strange inner world.

He gripped the hilt of the knife, pointing it straight to the sky.

The purple spiritual pressure transformed into an enormous pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky and instantly enveloping the barren land within sight.

The air became thick and heavy, like mercury.

The unique power belonging to Muramasa is exerting its influence on this world, indiscriminately eroding it.

next moment.

A fair hand suddenly appeared in front of the pillar of spiritual pressure and gently pressed its palm onto it.