Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

As if hit head-on by a fully-powered dump truck, a gust of wind rose from the ground, and a figure was instantly sent flying backward, streaking across the courtyard like a shooting star.

The building collapsed with a roar, stirring up clouds of dust.

Chapter 80 My Turn, Draw Cards!

The billowing dust blotted out the sun, and the Moriyama family's courtyard was deathly silent.

Not only the head of the Moriyama family and his clansmen, but also the other invited nobles stared in astonishment, a chill creeping up their spines.

In their minds, Takeda Satoru, as the captain of the Gotei 13, must be among the strongest in Soul Society.

Yet this very entity, just moments ago, was swearing an oath, as if it intended to crush the invaders into dust.

Before he could finish speaking, he was cleaved away by a single blow, utterly devoid of dignity.

boom!

Within the ruins, a powerful spiritual pressure, as heavy as an overturned ocean, erupted, a magnificent pillar of light shot straight into the sky, and countless dust particles flew in the turbulent hurricane.

Takeda Satoki shattered the bricks and stones pressing down on him and slowly walked out of the ruins. His already cold expression was now completely devoid of warmth.

A chilling killing intent permeated the manor, sending shivers down one's spine.

Without further ado, Takeda Satoki's killing intent reached its peak. He raised his heavy, transparent, crystal-like longsword, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled.

Countless dust particles rose up as he moved forward, swirling wildly in the sweeping wind.

In that fleeting moment, Takeda Satoru vanished from his spot and reappeared almost within reach.

The Zanpakuto was raised high, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the bright blade, scattering a dazzling array of colors.

The spiritual pressure vibrated, and the air stagnated.

Pure destruction was concentrated on the thin blade, mercilessly—

come down!

Faced with a suffocatingly powerful attack, Naraku showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he unleashed his spiritual pressure, and a scorching wind suddenly burst forth.

The muscles and fascia trembled, the five fingers tightened suddenly, the waist twisted, and endless power burst forth from this axis.

A flawless arc of light emerged from the blade, and a resounding sound, like the turning of a giant gear, spread from the blade's gleam.

[Secret Technique: Dragon Flash]!

The sword techniques extracted from the two Adjuchas in the Hell of Equal Living have a simple and brutal effect: they concentrate all the power into the longsword in one's hand.

As the blade unleashes its slashing motion, the spiritual pressure attached to it transforms into a terrifying sword pressure that can cut through anything.

For example, right now.

The moment the blades clashed, the metallic clang created a resounding boom that echoed throughout the courtyard.

Takeda Satoru stared intently at the young face so close to his, the resentment in his eyes almost tangible, his undisguised killing intent overwhelming Naraku Sora.

Ever since he sensed Aizen's spiritual pressure, he had equated the person who attacked him with Naraku Sora in front of him.

He had just fought Naraku Sora at the Yokota family manor and was reporting back from Tsunayoshi's residence when he was ambushed by an unidentified person.

In addition, there is Shutara Senjumaru, who supports him within the manor.

This made Takeda Satoru wonder, just who is this guy?

How can there be so many ridiculously powerful helpers?

But none of that matters now, let's kill this kid first.

A thought flashed through Takeda Satoru's mind, but then his overwhelming hatred transformed into motivation, and a violent spiritual pressure surged down, as if to crush the figure in front of him completely.

next moment.

The crushing pressure of the sword erupted from the blood-red blade, shooting straight forward and tearing apart everything in its path with overwhelming force.

Takeda Satoru's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously unleashed a Shunpo of extreme speed. His figure blurred the instant the sword pressure arrived, and the afterimage left behind was cut in half at the waist.

As crisp and clean as hot butter.

Half of the captain's haori floated down from the sky, accompanied by a viscous, scarlet liquid, staining the cracked earth with a new color.

Takeda Satoru's face was ashen. He held a sword in one hand while trying to use the Return Path to heal the injury in his waist.

How long has it been?

What was originally just a death god who could be easily manipulated by him has, in the blink of an eye, grown into a terrifying monster that can pose a life-threatening threat to him.

Takeda Satoru clearly remembered that when they fought at Yokota Manor, Naraku Sora was only at the level of a fifth-rank spiritual warrior.

In just a few days, he not only broke through to the fourth level of spiritual power, but his performance was even more exaggerated.

Rather than a rising genius in Soul Society, he's more like a Shinigami captain who can hold his own against him head-on.

Compared to their last encounter, Naraku's moves were even more bizarre this time.

Even though their Zanpakuto were pressed together, their combined power and spiritual pressure were frantically exerting pressure on each other.

But the opponent was able to deliver an extremely ferocious sword strike right at face level.

If I hadn't dodged in time, what was cut in half just now wouldn't have been an afterimage created by Shunpo.

"I have to admit it."

Takeda Satoru slowly straightened his back. His wounds had begun to heal, and a shimmering, iridescent light, caused by the surge of spiritual pressure, flickered in his cold eyes.

"Given my current condition, it's indeed very difficult for me to take you down."

"But the Grim Reaper doesn't guide the battle with basic techniques like slashing, punching, and ghost-walking. The real key to victory is—"

"Swastika!"

"Sagayusai!"

With a flick of his wrist, Takeda Satoru pointed his crystal sword straight at the earth, and a massive pillar of spiritual pressure shot up from the ground, forming a suffocating vortex above the dome.

Countless crystals burst forth from the ground in the courtyard, instantly creating a magnificent world shimmering with multicolored light.

"This time, no one will come to save you."

With indifferent eyes fixed on the figure below, Takeda Satoru was like a true god, proclaiming the final outcome.

As he raised his hand, countless crystals condensed, transforming into a spear radiating a cold light, its tip aimed at Naraku.

Without the slightest hesitation, it poured down like a torrential rain.

The extreme destruction completely engulfed the courtyard. Amidst the continuous explosions, the earth groaned in agony, and dust billowed into the sky.

Even as the dust completely engulfed Naraku, the woman who had left him with psychological trauma never appeared.

Takeda Satoshi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If I had to put it into words, the shadow cast by Shutara Senjumaru was far more terrifying than that of Aizen.

Even now, he still doesn't know exactly what happened that day.

However, just when he thought everything was settled, a scorching heat suddenly rose from the smoke.

Takeda Satoru's pupils contracted sharply as he finally recalled a fatal oversight in today's battle.

"May the calamities of countless eons befall the Jayid Emperor!"

Amidst the swirling dust, the horn resounds.

The raging spiritual pressure shattered all the surrounding crystals, and like a sun rising from the courtyard, it shone even more brilliantly in the reflection of the crystal world.

In the deep pit, Naraku Sora stood holding his sword, grinning maliciously at the "god" in the sky:

"Now it's my turn!"

Chapter 81: The Beauty of Numbers in Simplicity

Takeda Satoru sat atop a throne made of countless crystals, his face ashen.

I never imagined I would overlook such crucial information, and even more unexpectedly—

This audacious Naraku Sora actually dared to hold back in his battle against a captain-level Shinigami.

Does the initial solution correspond to the swastika?

Takeda Satoki's face was filled with undisguised jealousy, and his eyes, gleaming with iridescent colors, were fixed on the figure below.

Naraku Sora pressed his five fingers tightly against the hilt of his sword, a hint of undisguised fanaticism bursting from his eyes, his sharp gaze as piercing as a blade, making it difficult to look directly at him.

As the five fingers moved and pinched together, a deafening roar of shattering erupted all around.

It was an intensely pure and suffocating spiritual pressure.

A terrifying pillar of fire shot straight up to the dome, merging with the ghostly barrier that almost covered the entire manor, dyeing the sky crimson, as if a sea of ​​fire were hanging upside down, with the collapsing heat rolling down.

Click!

The earth, overburdened, was torn open by the collision of the two forces, revealing a hideous fissure.

It was like the battle horn being sounded.

The next instant, a deafening roar erupted.

With a sweeping shockwave, Naraku had vanished from his spot, leaving only a straight streak of fire that lashed the earth, leaving a dark scorch mark.

Ultimate Instant Step.

In an instant, Naraku Sora traversed a hundred meters, streaking across the crystal world like a shooting star, heading straight for the towering Takeda Satoru.

Meeting that undisguised astonished gaze, the blade, imbued with spiritual pressure and flames, rose high and fell like a heavy hammer.

In the next instant, dazzling golden lightning burst forth, and the ferocious arcs of electricity transformed into a visible torrent, condensing into a sword-like force that swept across the entire crystal world.

Wherever it passed, the sound of shattering was incessant.

Like a calm ice surface struck by a meteorite, continuous cracks spread and expanded, almost covering the entire courtyard.

Takeda Satoru's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately swung his arm, causing a dazzling crystal wall to rise from the ground, erecting an indestructible defense.

Similar to other elemental Zanpakuto, Saga Mikoto's essence lies in manipulating crystalline matter, allowing him to instantly construct various attacks and defenses.

When all efforts are put into it, the crystal that is instantly constructed has a defensive strength comparable to the Eighty-One Binding Spell Breaking Void.