Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The moment the two collided, a heart-stopping roar and a deafening sound suddenly erupted.

Scalding hot wind surged through the gaps, instantly engulfing the entire temple.

next moment.

As his palms and fists came together, his tightly clenched fists slammed into Naraku's chest.

The momentary collision caused Naraku to briefly lose all senses. A terrifying impact, like the sun exploding, erupted at that moment, sweeping and spreading in all directions, engulfing everything.

An overwhelming and unparalleled power instantly poured into his body, filling every part of his limbs and bones, as if he had been crushed into mincemeat under a stone mill.

The pervasive, excruciating pain nearly eroded his sanity.

Naraku flew backward in a daze, smoothly and effortlessly leaving the ground with a roar, drawing a near-perfect parabola in the sky.

He leaped across the distance of tens of meters in one bound, and with a final, dull thud, his sturdy body sank into the solid floor, surrounded by evenly spaced and dense cracks.

When Naraku struggled to his feet from the floor, he could still clearly feel the lingering, excruciating pain throughout his body, which was almost suffocating.

"Double Bones, kid."

Yamamoto put away his stance and spoke slowly.

If you ignore his muscular physique resembling a block of iron and the hideous scars covering his body, the old man in front of you does indeed look somewhat like a kind old man sitting at the door.

"Did you realize that?"

"This is the pinnacle that pure techniques can reach."

"Back when my Zanpakuto training was still incomplete, I still managed to carve out a name for Genryu in Soul Society with this skill."

"If it weren't for a little accident, I might have continued down this path all the way."

"But at its core, the essence of the Shinigami's power is still the Zanpakuto."

"After setting aside my hand-to-hand combat skills and focusing on training with my Zanpakuto, I saw a much wider world."

Naraku Sora seemed to be deep in thought.

But that one attempt alone is not enough to grasp the essence of the [Dual Bones].

The techniques for generating power and the trajectory of spiritual pressure are completely different, making it more than ten times more complex than that of Ichikoku.

"The biggest advantage of Hakuda is that it provides Shinigami with a reliable way to fight when their Zanpakuto is no longer effective."

"In addition, some Shinigami's Zanpakuto are not suitable for combat, or rather, their power is much weaker than hand-to-hand combat."

"For example, that girl from the Shihōin family."

Yamamoto gave a mocking smile: "Perhaps it's a family tradition, but Yoruichi Shihouin's Zanpakuto has absolutely no potential for development."

“She looks almost exactly like her ancestors.”

"Okay, we've gone a bit off-topic."

"Today, we will focus on teaching the 'Double Bone' technique."

Yamamoto glanced at Naraku Sora, who was resting his hands on his knees, a hint of surprise flashing beneath his slightly lowered eyelids.

Although the force and spiritual pressure were deliberately controlled, an ordinary Shinigami would be at least paralyzed if they were to take this hit head-on.

For those with weaker constitutions, it's not impossible for them to explode on the spot.

But the kid who was in trouble only had a few bruises on his skin, and in the middle of the conversation, the injury almost disappeared.

and also--

Yamamoto looked at his hands with some confusion and clenched his fists.

Why does this kid's skin defense seem a bit strange?

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

Naraku Sora shook his somewhat dazed head, gradually recovering from the lingering effects of the twin bones.

"It's my turn next."

While the steel armor might not withstand Yamamoto's critical hits, its super-fast regeneration efficiency is more than enough to sustain him in prolonged battles.

A brief respite is enough; now it's time to counterattack!

Seeing that the man had regained his energy so quickly and was even taunting him, Yamamoto couldn't help but grin.

It's been a long time since I've taught such a tenacious student.

I hope this kid can bring me some surprises.

Soon, the battle resumed, and the scorching winds swept through the dojo.

Watching from the sidelines, Chojiro and Genjiro were amazed by Naraku's resilience and recovery speed.

Elderly people like them are most envious of energetic young people.

It still starts with a single bone.

Naraku Sora's mastery of the One Bone technique has reached a level of perfection, and even Yamamoto, the founder, cannot find any fault with it.

For example, a double bone.

The moment the fists collided, a deafening explosion erupted, a powerful gust of wind swept through, and then another bone, accompanied by thunder, crashed down.

The gap between the two is extremely short, and ordinary people cannot react at all.

While they may appear somewhat similar to double bones, they are fundamentally different.

"If this is the move you've figured out."

Yamamoto snorted coldly, brutally shattering all those techniques that he considered mediocre but were actually exquisite, relentlessly applying suffocating pressure to Naraku.

"Then I'll have to give you a 'fail' rating."

He suddenly took a step forward, his iron-like body rushing into Naraku's front without warning, his fists clasped together like hammers, poised for his final strike.

Double bones!

Just then, Yamamoto suddenly realized that Naraku Sora in front of him seemed to be in a strange state.

A chilling darkness crept into the originally crimson spiritual pressure, intertwining and crisscrossing to form twisted and restless lightning.

Naraku's smile grew increasingly ferocious, and as the fight continued, he felt an ever-increasing heat in his hands.

The impact of spiritual pressure erupted wildly, followed by a physical attack comparable to a Hollow's collision.

Black Flash - One Bone!

In that instant, the explosion was deafening.

Everything seemed to lose its outline here, and space was distorted by the leaping black and red electric arcs, from which terrifying light burst forth.

It shattered the floor, tore the earth apart, broke the roof, and even shook the sky.

The thin clouds above the team barracks vanished instantly under the impact of the aftershocks.

Pure destruction transformed into a tidal wave, surging straight forward like an apocalyptic catastrophe, swallowing up everything in its path!

The moment that punch came, Yamamoto's expression changed drastically. His spiritual pressure, which had been controlled at the same level, suddenly exploded, and the scorching heat wave turned into a pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky.

It was as if a sun was rising above the temple!

The majestic temple instantly crumbled and collapsed, and amidst the swirling dust, two forces clashed violently, obliterating everything in their path.

Chojiro and the others were dumbfounded. The other Shinigami in the barracks were also drawn to this catastrophic scene, their faces filled with shock as they watched the spiritual storm sweeping through the ruins.

The howling hurricane took a long time to subside.

When the dust settled, everyone saw two unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar figures in the center of the ruins.

The old man's body was charred black, his death knight's armor was only half intact, and his usually meticulously maintained beard was reduced to half a stub.

The boy sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the awkward face that was both angry and helpless, and silently grinned.

"Teacher, what do you think of the new trick I've figured out?"

Looking at that smiling face, Yamamoto's chest heaved, and he suddenly had an urge to smash the kid's head in the fist.

He's even worse than Kyoraku Shunsui, he has absolutely no respect for his teacher!

Chapter 87 I See a Familiar Shadow in You

In the brand-new dojo, Naraku heard the sound of the sun rising once again.

Then he was sent flying by a double bone-piercing blast, soaring through the sky, spinning 7,200 degrees in the air before staggering and crashing down, spitting out a mouthful of thick, viscous blood.

That's right, the old man was enraged after his defenses were broken by the black flash.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he dragged him to another dojo and began a retaliatory act that was ostensibly strict teaching but in reality involved beatings with iron fists.

What Naraku Sora couldn't understand was that the One Bone variant technique he had used in the battle before was used on him again in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, it is more skillful and perfect, and there is not a single flaw in terms of striking angle or power generation technique.

No wonder he is the founder of Meta Flow.

Fortunately, the old man failed to learn his Black Flash technique, which at least preserved some dignity for the man.

However, being beaten is not without its benefits.

Perhaps Naraku Sora's development of Ichikoku inspired Yamamoto, and after several attempts, Yamamoto innovated Ichikoku's advanced techniques to varying degrees.

A simple move becomes infinitely varied in Yamamoto's hands, and combined with his rich combat experience, it forms a terrifying offensive method.

From Naraku Sora's perspective, it is completely flawless.

During this time, Yamamoto also tried to explain some techniques to Naraku Sora, analyze the meaning of each action in battle, and the role and significance of details.

However, he soon discovered that although his disciple could understand what he was saying, he lacked a lot of practice and tempering before he could put it into practice.

Therefore, Yamamoto simply changed his teaching methods.

The most brutal and effective method is physical beating.

Perhaps due to improved growth potential, or perhaps related to Hollowfication, Naraku Sora found himself quite susceptible to this.

Based on a perfect understanding of the One Bone, coupled with Yamamoto's unreserved bullying within the sect.

He quickly integrated those newly created moves into the original combat system.