Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Hesitant about whether to tell Yamamoto the truth.

To be honest, although this teacher had a bad temper and his initial intentions in taking him on as a student were not pure, after spending some time together...

He discovered that Yamamoto genuinely cared for his disciples.

Whether imparting knowledge or dealing with the secrets of the nobility, Yamamoto's primary concern was his safety.

It can be said that Yamamoto trusted him almost 100%.

Seeing Naraku's expression, Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat.

As the captain of the Gotei 13, no one in the Seireitei understood the dangers of Hell better than him.

If this kid really has something to do with hell, then things could get complicated.

Just as he was pondering, Naraku Sora said with a conflicted expression:

"Mr. Yamamoto, I have a friend who accidentally killed a villain while on a mission, and then the gates of hell appeared without warning."

“Strangely, no one else could see the Gates of Hell, but he was the only one who could.”

Seeing the constipated look on this guy's face, Yamamoto knew who his friend was.

“Those who commit heinous crimes in life will summon the gates of hell when their souls die, be imprisoned by the chains within, and finally be thrown into hell.”

"Actually, it's not just you. Your friend and others in the Gotei 13 have also seen the Gates of Hell appear during their missions."

"only……"

Yamamoto frowned. "As you said, this is the first time I've heard of a situation where only he can see it, while others turn a blind eye."

"When I have time later, I will personally visit the Mikado family to ask them for the specific reasons."

Naraku grinned: "Thank you, Yamamoto-sensei."

Yamamoto chuckled and said nothing more.

This kid certainly didn't disappoint the trust placed in him.

It's quite rare and precious that someone would be willing to share such a private matter with you.

Unlike some stubborn fool who doesn't know how to be flexible, who bears everything on his own and buries all the pain in his heart.

Seemingly sensible, but actually extremely foolish.

A stubborn face subconsciously appeared in Yamamoto's mind, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"This concerns the gates of hell; it is no ordinary matter."

"Besides me, do not tell anyone else, lest you bring unnecessary trouble upon yourself."

"The Soul Society is going through a turbulent period recently. Be careful and cautious in everything you do. Don't put yourself in danger because of a moment of bravado."

This last sentence is clearly a reminder to Naraku Sora that if she encounters a difficult situation, she should come to him directly instead of foolishly trying to solve it all by herself.

Naraku Sora took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

Seeing that the boy had grasped the underlying meaning of his words, Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction:

“You haven’t been to the First Division for training lately. Since I have some free time today, I can give you some pointers on the advanced techniques of ‘One Bone’.”

"By the way, let me check on your recent progress in cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora suddenly remembered the Black Flash that Takeda Satoru had contributed, and a smile appeared on his lips:

"I've recently mastered a new move and was just about to ask you for your guidance."

Chapter 86 Limits are meant to be broken.

"Very good, very energetic."

Yamamoto flexed his fingers and neck, making a crisp sound of his knuckles grinding together. He smiled slightly and looked at Naraku Sora, who was in a similar posture.

A hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

Unlike Jushiro Ukitake, who was not good at fighting, and Shunsui Kyoraku, who was lazy, this newly accepted disciple was very much to his liking, whether it was hand-to-hand combat or swordsmanship.

In particular, his unwavering fighting spirit and outstanding talent in learning are very much like my past self.

Whenever he was teaching, Yamamoto had the illusion of looking in a mirror.

While explaining the concepts might be a bit complicated, Naraku is clearly a genius in practical combat.

Things that can't be remembered verbally can be remembered physically.

Often, after being beaten up a few times, his outstanding talent would emerge, allowing him to perfectly replicate those moves.

Teaching geniuses and teaching idiots are two completely different concepts.

The former is a pleasure, the latter is a torment.

As the founder of Genryu, Yamamoto encountered no shortage of fools during his teaching career, and it's a story he'd rather forget.

Now that he has taken on the role of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, he rarely thinks about taking on apprentices anymore.

Naraku Sora is the only exception.

Initially, the intention was to mold him into a sharp weapon against the nobility, but as they spent more time together, he realized that doing so would be a waste of his talent.

This boy should have had a brighter future, instead of being ruined in his struggle with the nobility.

Naraku Sora looked at Yamamoto, who had put away his captain's haori and taken off his shihaka to tie around his waist, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It felt as if a volcano was rising before us, brewing a boiling heatwave flowing beneath the ground, about to erupt wildly.

A terrifying shadow loomed over the dojo, causing the entire building to tremble.

Even so, Narakuku showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he became extremely excited.

Although he didn't know exactly how much damage Black Flash could deal, based on the numbers he filled in with his feet, he felt powerful and strong!

Yamamoto is nothing to worry about!

Looking at the brimming confidence of Naraku Sora, Yamamoto grinned slightly, his iron-like muscles clenching together, increasingly anticipating the upcoming battle.

Hopefully, this kid can bring me some surprises.

Two figures stood facing each other, their eyes fixed on their opponents, when suddenly a deep rumble emanated from their bodies.

Visible spiritual pressure surged forth, and the same terrifying temperature emanated from the bodies of the old man and the young man.

The heavy spiritual pressure distorted the air, creating different colors.

One is golden red, the other is blood red.

In the team's garden, Chojiro Sasakibara, sensing the intense spiritual pressure, changed his expression slightly. He quickly put down the watering can and activated Shunpo to appear outside the dojo.

Just then, Genjiro Oki, the third seat of the first squad, also arrived.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Normally, Yamamoto wouldn't teach his disciples to behave in such an exaggerated way, but judging from the expression of the other spiritual pressure, isn't Naraku's progress a bit too outrageous?

“Let’s seal off the dojo with a binding barrier first,” suggested Chojiro Sasakibe.

Genjiro Oki nodded solemnly.

An immense spiritual pressure emanated from the palms of the two, intertwining and weaving a massive barrier that covered and enveloped the entire building.

Opposite Naraku, Yamamoto, his muscles bulging, stood barefoot on the ground, testing the hardness of the newly built dojo floor. His legs were slightly bent, and he assumed a fighting stance. Beneath his calm face, a flash of intense heat appeared in his eyes.

"I will allow you to make the first move."

Naraku Sora braced himself on his knees, his scorching spiritual pressure erupting from his body, causing his shihaka coat to flutter like a waving flag.

A kind smile appeared on his lips.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."

The moment the words left his mouth, a sinister grin appeared and closed in.

The muscles revealed a dark red hue, spiritual pressure filled the space between them, and pure, terrifying power erupted from that moment, tearing through the air.

A dull thud suddenly rang out.

Naraku Sora's eyes widened as a scorching aura assaulted him, and a spiritual pressure as hot as magma crashed down, shattering his sure-fire attack with overwhelming force.

Then, the counterattack will come.

The powerful fist instantly broke through his defenses, and the old, strong fist mercilessly struck his chest.

Under the impact of the immense force, Naraku's figure hunched over, and a fist imprint burst forth on his back, with a shockwave spreading and surging from it.

An overwhelming sense of suffocation instantly enveloped him.

When the master and apprentice tacitly maintained their spiritual pressure at the same level, the huge difference in their skills became apparent.

The pride that had once made Takeda Satoru was now crushed to dust, leaving not a trace.

Even at the same spiritual pressure level, Yamamoto can still end the battle in an instant with his superior skills.

This is precisely the source of the confidence of the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Naraku once suspected that Yamamoto was holding back his true secrets from him, never teaching him the real techniques, but only using some insignificant tricks to fool him.

However, upon closer observation, it can be seen that Yamamoto did not even use those exquisite open-world fighting techniques, but simply relied on his understanding of the battle to make the most appropriate counterattack.

"Kid, relying too much on the defense of the Death Armor is extremely deadly in close combat like this."

While beating him, Yamamoto did not forget to offer advice.

"Once the enemy manages to breach this layer of protection, a relatively weak body will become fatal..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a left hand suddenly landed on his right hand.

Then, the hunched figure suddenly straightened up, his right hand, shrouded in a thin mist of blood, clenched his fists and rose like thunder, radiating terrifying heat.

It was aimed directly at Yamamoto's face and slammed down.

One bone!

The merciless offensive moves elicited gasps from the spectators on the sidelines, who held their breath in apprehension for their captain's reputation.

What was thought to be a sure-fire strike, Naraku even saw his skin contorted by the force of the punch.

However, just as the bone was about to touch that face, a large, calloused hand appeared out of thin air and covered the fist directly.