Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Seeing this, a hint of relaxation flashed in Muramasa's eyes. Although it was a bit strange, he had still managed to find it.

This time, the task Xianghe assigned him was completed easily again. Now all he had to do was...

boom!

An unimaginable, immense power erupted in an instant. The pillar of spiritual pressure shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer, transforming into countless rays of light that adorned the burning wind.

Muramasa's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively held the long sword in front of him, trying to block the terrifying attack that seemed to topple the sky.

Boom——

In his bewildered gaze, the longsword couldn't even block for a moment; the instant it made contact, countless fragments shot out in all directions.

That heavy force finally fell.

As those slender, white fingers clenched together, a chilling snapping sound emanated from the tall, slender body beneath the white robe, the cracking of bones particularly clear.

Blood stained the earth, and shattered figures fell into the rift, where they were greedily licked away by the spewing flames.

In an instant, Muramasa's spiritual pressure had disappeared.

The desolate world returned to its former tranquility, with scorching winds rolling forward, stirring up charred dust.

"puff--"

When the purple light appeared and Muramasa reappeared in the underground prison, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of sticky, fishy blood, staining his white robe red.

"Muramasa!"

Kuchiki Kyoga was shocked and quickly went to his Zanpakuto.

At this moment, he could feel an unprecedented weakness in Muramasa, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Never before!

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he mastered Bankai.

Feeling the spiritual pressure emanating from Kuchiki Hibiki, Muramasa recovered considerably, and his hoarse voice rang out:

"I'm sorry, Xianghe."

"My...my abilities are ineffective against Lord Naraku's Zanpakuto."

The rotten wood echoed in the river, greatly shocked.

Naraku grinned; everything was exactly as he had predicted.

After mastering the initial understanding, he would try to practice sword meditation almost every day, immersing himself in his inner world to communicate with the Bodhisattva and deepen their connection.

Naraku Sora once asked her a question: if she were influenced by other people's abilities, would she betray her?

A mocking smile appeared on the woman's delicate face as she leaned close to Naraku's ear and repeated the words she had spoken during their first meeting:

"No matter when or where, I will always be by your side, even if the whole world collapses..."

From then on, Naraku never asked a similar question again.

As it turned out, Fajaya did indeed achieve this.

Judging from Muramasa's condition, he almost died.

Naraku Sora held his Zanpakuto, and on the spotless blade, a familiar smile seemed to flash by.

With a complicated expression, Kuchiki Hibiki took back Muramasa.

Despite his reluctance to believe it, the facts were undeniable, leaving him no room for argument.

Even the invincible Muramasa couldn't summon the physical form of Naraku's Zanpakuto, let alone turn him to his side.

This left Kuchiki Kyoga, who had long relied on Muramasa's abilities, somewhat bewildered.

Does this mean that all my previous ideas were wrong?

"As I said, over-reliance will only lead to losing yourself in this power."

Naraku Sora said with a serious expression, "The training of a Shinigami is to focus on the Shinigami himself, not on the Zanpakuto."

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

Kuchiki Hibiki was stunned, and murmured softly, "Then... what should I do?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora revealed a triumphant smile:

"Does that mean you're going to give up your ideals without your Zanpakuto?"

"Completely wrong!"

"Is death such an inconvenient thing?"

"Come on, come inside with me!"

Dragged along by someone, Kuchiki Kyouga arrived at an abandoned dojo in the Shin-O Prison.

"Come, Xianghe, today I will teach you what death is."

Naraku Sora stretched his arms, exuding a powerful aura. Even without releasing any spiritual pressure, he still gave people a heavy and oppressive feeling.

Upon seeing this, a fiery glint flashed in Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes.

He had been curious about Naraku's strength for a long time. As one of only two sons-in-law of the five noble families, he must have extraordinary abilities that ordinary people could not match.

and also.

Without using Zanpakuto abilities, can a Shinigami really be as powerful as he claims?

"I'm up."

The moment the words left his mouth, Xiu Mu Xiang He's pupils contracted sharply.

Naraku clenched his five fingers together, instantly forming a fist. A terrifying explosion of energy erupted from between his fingers, and a scalding gust of wind rushed towards him.

Without time to think too much, Kuchiki Hibiki instinctively raised his arms and crossed them in front of him.

boom!!

At the moment of impact, a tremendous force surged and covered like a tidal wave, and a deafening roar like an exploding bomb rang in our ears, making our eardrums ache.

It held on for only a moment before the figure streaked across the dojo like a meteor, crashing heavily into the wall that had been reinforced countless times.

Kukihira leaned against the dented wall and struggled to his feet, feeling as if he had been trampled countless times by a herd of bison; every part of his body ached.

"What, what is this..."

Naraku Ku's fists clashed together, producing a sound like iron striking metal. He grinned, revealing his ferocious white teeth, and his deep voice echoed in the empty dojo.

"Yuanliu!"

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"Yuanliu?!"

Kuchiki Kyoga repeated Naraku Sora's words, a look of sudden realization on his face.

"So it was the Captain-Commander's move."

The predecessor of Shinigami Academy was Genji Academy, which was Yamamoto's teaching location in his early years. The content he taught was the school he founded, "Genryu".

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"Master Yamamoto, our teacher once said that the training of a Zanpakuto should be the training of the Shinigami himself."

Naraku Sora spread his arms, and a scorching spiritual pressure swept over the entire dojo, instantly making the environment heavy and oppressive, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on one's heart.

Kuchiki Hibiki's expression immediately became much more serious.

He had initially thought he had been caught off guard and that's why Naraku had punched him against the wall, but now, looking at the guy, he realized that he was even stronger than he had anticipated.

The spiritual pressure emanating from it alone is already incredibly close to that of a captain-level Shinigami.

"Insufficient self-cultivation leads to excessive dependence."

"But the consequences of doing so are often not good, so Xianghe, do you want to learn the Yuanliu style from me?"

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Hibiki hesitated for a moment:

"Shouldn't we consult the Captain-Commander about this kind of thing?"

Why ask him?

"?"

"What I mean is, the teacher said that as long as we don't teach those with evil intentions, it's fine. Someone like you who has contributed to Soul Society is someone he would be eager to teach himself, so why would he disagree?"

Kukihira nodded in deep agreement.

He was growing to appreciate his new friend more and more; he was completely different from his father-in-law.

Almost every word he said touched his heart, making people feel warm inside.

"Since you've put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Kyoga Kuchiki nodded readily and simply took off his Zanpakuto from his waist and placed it against the wall.

Where do we begin?

Naraku grinned, revealing a kind smile:

"Of course, it's to get a feel for things."

"Old Man Shan once said, how can you carry out teaching work if you don't know the student's true level?"

"Whether you use the White Strike or the Demonic Path, unleash your full power."

The moment the words fell, Kuchiki Hibiki's body tensed up abruptly, and he subconsciously unleashed all his spiritual pressure.

The fist bone, shrouded in a thin, blood-red mist, radiated scorching heat, and surged forth like a volcano about to erupt.

There was absolutely no fancy presentation.

Extreme power and speed, along with terrifying power generation techniques, were combined into one at this moment, presented to Kuchiki Hibiki in a near-perfect form.

"Round sluice gate!"

Without any hesitation or delay, he brought his five fingers together, and the thick, oval-shaped light shield instantly solidified, standing in front of him like a sturdy city wall.

Click!