Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

A deafening roar erupted, and shockwaves burst forth from the collision, surging and pressing in all directions.

Countless fragments of light scattered and embedded themselves deeply into the ground and walls of the dojo, leaving jagged cracks.

Kuchiki Kyoga's Kido skills are still quite strong.

Even the broken, chanting-free round gate still managed to block Naraku's essence.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was enough to buy Kuchiki Hibiki enough time to react.

Instant Step.

The red floral veil fluttered in the air, while purple light gathered between her hands, aimed at the figure below.

A glint of fervor flashed in Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes; he had been looking forward to a closely contested battle for a long time.

In the past, those traitorous Grim Reapers could not withstand Muramasa's power for more than a few seconds before being defeated.

By temporarily relinquishing this power, he rediscovered the original passion he had for fighting back in the Spiritual Arts Academy.

"Hado #63: Thunder Roar Cannon!"

A dazzling golden light emanated from the dojo, and twisted, ferocious arcs of electricity poured down, completely illuminating the dojo and reflecting the cruel smile of someone below.

A massive bolt of lightning struck in an instant, unleashing an unstoppable force that engulfed Nairoku's body.

They thought this attack would secure victory, but unexpectedly, a figure burst out from the crackling lightning the next moment.

Enveloped in a blood-red mist, Naraku Sora, like a shooting star, broke through the grotesque arcs of electricity entangled around his body. A chilling smile appeared on his lips as he unleashed a straight punch at Kuchiki Hibiki.

One bone!

There wasn't enough time to prepare defensive binding spells.

Kuchiki Xianghe held his breath, squeezing out all his spiritual pressure and concentrating it on his right fist, meeting the attack in the same posture.

The moment the fists met, a vast, ocean-like power surged forth.

The instantaneous collision made Kuchiki Hibiki understand what the Yuanliu was. The moment that immense power poured into his body, it instantly filled his limbs and bones.

He applied his unparalleled power evenly, bit by bit, to every inch of the flesh and every bone of the rotten wood river.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Kuchiki Hibiki's expression froze completely. In a daze, his whole body spun in the air, drawing a near-perfect parabola.

He leaped across the distance of several dozen meters in one bound, flying straight out from the center of the dojo, leaving a close-fitting silhouette on the hard wall, and finally sliding off the imprint like a lump of mud.

Lying flat on the cold ground, countless images seemed to flash before Kuchiki Hibiki's eyes.

The youthful exuberance of becoming an intern, the high spirits of joining the Kuchiki family, the sweet bliss of newlywed life, the invincibility on the battlefield...

Having finally snapped out of his daze, Kuchiki Hibiki couldn't even feel his limbs; only intense pain spread throughout his body, as if all his bones had been crushed.

Naraku looked at the mud on the ground, then at his own fist, and nodded with satisfaction.

He's definitely much stronger than when he was beaten by Yamamoto.

In fact, Kuchiki Kyoga is not that weak. Even if he gave up using his Zanpakuto, his strength would still be at the level of a captain.

The reason he was beaten so badly without being able to fight back was entirely because Kuchiki Hibiki didn't understand him and was caught off guard.

You can tell a thing or two from the Thunder Roar Cannon we just saw.

If he hadn't been wearing a Shinigami uniform that Senjumaru had specially made for him, the outer steel skin might have been pierced through.

Naraku Sora half-squatted in front of Kuchiki Hibiki, their eyes meeting.

"Xianghe, now you should understand my good intentions, right?"

Kuchiki Hibiki nodded with some difficulty, using the return path to alleviate the excruciating pain in his body.

Although he was beaten quite badly, he harbored no resentment; on the contrary, he was grateful.

Aside from his wife, this was the first time anyone had treated him with such sincerity.

Not only was he willing to point out the shortcomings in his own training, but he even shared the Yuanliu techniques that ordinary Shinigami regarded as treasures.

To have such a friend is enough for this lifetime!

Kuchiki Hibiki grinned, looked at the boy in front of him, and solemnly said:

"Thank you, Sora."

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Chapter 78 is like an incompetent wife.

Naraku Sora had prepared some words like "That's just how the Genryu is" to persuade Kuchiki Kyouka to accept reality.

To his surprise, this guy not only didn't complain, but even thanked him.

As expected of the Kuchiki family, their thought processes are indeed extraordinary.

"Hey, no need to thank me. As a son-in-law, helping each other is only natural."

Naraku Sora waved his hand, giving an expression that said, "This is all I should do."

The more he did this, the more grateful Kukihira River became.

What a kind person who does good deeds without expecting anything in return.

People like this are becoming increasingly rare in Soul Society.

He could have easily pretended not to see it, or even kicked someone when they were down, but he didn't.

Compared to the strict Lord Yinling, they were worlds apart.

"I already have a general understanding of your situation."

Naraku Sora frankly said, "I have more than enough Zanpakuto development skills, but my own foundation is severely unbalanced. My Kido skills are okay, but other aspects are much worse."

"He has a lot of practical experience, but in reality, he performs terribly once he is without his Zanpakuto."

Kuchiki Hibiki was stunned, subconsciously reviewing the battle that had just taken place.

Although Naraku had the upper hand, he wasn't completely unprepared, yet he was still utterly overwhelmed and unable to retaliate.

As if they could spot every flaw and problem in him, their attacks always landed at the perfect moment, crushing his defenses with overwhelming force.

Sometimes, they are ruthlessly crushed without even being able to build a defense.

Without his Zanpakuto, his combat performance was indeed somewhat disappointing.

Kuchiki Kyoga sighed, "I think I understand what you mean, but we've gotten so used to using Muramasa's abilities that we can't just stop using them now, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku shook his head:

"Look, you're getting stuck on something again."

"The original intention of teaching Genryu was not to make you give up your Zanpakuto, but to correct your original wrong habits and focus on your own training."

"The more you understand yourself, the stronger Muramasa's power will become."

Although the goal today was to trick Kuchiki Hiyori into coming over to work for him, Naraku Sora never told a single lie from beginning to end.

He could easily tell whether a Shinigami with a Zanpakuto that could read minds was sincere.

Lies can only be met with more lies.

In Aizen's words, all you need to do is be yourself.

You don't need to worry about anything else; he'll fill in the blanks in his own mind.

As it turned out, Aizen was right.

Although he was unsure of his current image in Kuchiki Hibiki's mind, his unwavering attitude suggested that the level of trust he placed in Kuchiki Hibiki might have surpassed that of Muramasa, who was lying helplessly by the wall.

"Xianghe, death shouldn't be like this."

Muramasa's voice echoed in my mind, "Everyone has a different path, and other people's paths are not necessarily the same..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kuchiki Hibiki frowned, unilaterally shutting off his thoughts and cutting off what he considered meaningless words.

As a Zanpakuto, do you know better than a Shinigami how to be a Shinigami?

“Then next…” He looked up at his only friend.

Naraku Sora reached out and took two bamboo swords from the shelf beside him, casually brandishing them with a gleeful grin.

"Naturally, it's what you're best at, but it's also what you lack most and what's your weakest point."

"How to properly use a Zanpakuto..."

The two quickly engaged in a fierce battle, each wielding a bamboo sword. Under Naraku's deliberate guidance, their attacks were ruthless, as if they were mortal enemies locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The helpless Muramasa lay in the corner, staring blankly at the figure that was walking further and further away from him, his eyes filled with despair.

……

……

At the entrance of Shin-o Prison.

Naraku Sora waved goodbye to the battered but exhilarated Kuchiki Hibiki, welcoming him to come again next time.

Just as he was about to return to continue his unfinished cultivation, he suddenly sensed a spiritual pressure approaching from afar.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar figure.

"Sora, how did your communication with Kuchiki Hibiki go?"

Naraku gave a thumbs up and grinned, saying, "Don't worry about me taking care of it."

"It might be a bit difficult to get Xianghe to go and cut down the rotten wood on Silver Ridge now, but if it were Old Man Shan, he wouldn't hesitate for a second."

Aizen: "..."

What exactly did this guy do to Kuchiki Hibiki?

He had only instructed the two to get to know each other, but things have taken an unexpected turn once again.

"Forget it, we can put the matter of Kuchiki Hibiki River aside for now."

Aizen frowned and continued, "I discovered today that Takeda Satoki left the barracks alone and headed towards Rukongai."

Upon hearing this, Nai Luo Kong was slightly taken aback.

Aizen had previously attacked Takeda Satoru, and he knew about it.