Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

If someone could reach the captain level in such a short time, or even defeat a veteran captain, then they couldn't be considered a genius.

They're simply monsters.

"In short, be extra careful." The old man frowned, seemingly finding the statement absurd. "Whether it's carrying out the plan or anything else, just avoid that guy."

"His identity is too complicated; try to keep him out of it."

After a brief silence, everyone bowed their heads and accepted the order.

With all the important matters discussed, and with the old man's permission, everyone instantly departed, disappearing from the mansion.

However, just as the person who made the initial suggestion was about to leave, a deep voice suddenly broke the silence of the study.

"Lord Gosuke, please wait a moment."

The man turned around in surprise and saw the old man sitting at the head of the table slowly get up. He didn't see what the old man did, but the next moment the old man appeared in front of him.

The pupils of the fifth acupoint suddenly contracted.

Such a technique of instant movement is rarely seen even among other Shinigami captains.

"My lord," Gosuke bowed respectfully, "is there anything I can do for you?"

The old man's voice was no longer as deep and authoritative as it had been at first; it was now gentle and patient.

"It's not really giving orders, I just have a question I'd like to ask your opinion on."

"Please speak, sir."

With a sharp gaze fixed on the five men before him, the old man's lips curled into a smile as he slowly said:

"Lord Gosuke, do you yearn to become stronger?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhu was taken aback.

Having succeeded to the captaincy after the previous captain was imprisoned, he has an extraordinary pursuit of power.

However, due to his lack of talent, even after honing his skills and fighting alongside Lord Kuruyashiki for over a hundred years, he still only barely managed to reach the threshold of becoming a captain.

This level of skill might be sufficient for other divisions, but it's far from enough for the Eleventh Division, which values ​​strength.

Not to mention, he also inherited the title of "Kenpachi".

In order to live up to this title, Gosuke never dared to slack off in his training, but due to his limited talent, he still hasn't made much progress over the years.

Therefore, he decided to take a different approach.

If we're talking about the oldest and most established powers in Soul Society, then it has to be the Five Noble Families.

Compared to other forces, the five noble families often produce individuals with extraordinary spiritual talents.

This led Gosuke to speculate that perhaps one of the five noble families possessed a way to enhance the Grim Reaper's talent.

Without much hesitation, after observing for a while, he chose Tsunayoshiro, who was most likely to accept outsiders as retainers.

Over the years, he has done things for Gang Midai and has indeed received many rewards.

Secret techniques that increase the power of the Kido, the Sword Zen Secret Technique which is far more efficient than other methods, the incredibly powerful Extra-Sequence Kido, and the Shunpo technique that can enhance speed.

However, this was the first time he had heard such a straightforward question.

Gosuke didn't think for long; a resolute look appeared in his eyes, and he spoke with a firm tone:

"Yes, sir, I crave power!"

Upon hearing this, the old man smiled with satisfaction.

"Then entrust your life to me."

You will become stronger than ever before!

As he spoke, the old man slowly walked out of the study.

Watching that receding figure, Gosuke took a deep breath and then followed with firm steps.

Lord Kuruyashiki, please rest assured—

I will never disgrace Kenpachi's name.

……

……

Fourth Division, Dojo.

The heavy, viscous killing intent continued to spread, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were piled up. The icy, bone-chilling killing aura lingered and filled the air. Within the immense pressure, like the deep sea, surged a chilling cold that made people tremble.

The moment the gentle smile vanished from that delicate face, the whole world seemed to plunge into an abyss, with endless malice surging in from all directions.

Even as the bamboo sword imbued with spiritual pressure slashed down at him, Naraku Sora still couldn't understand what he had done wrong to deserve such a terrible fate.

"Is this the first generation...?"

Naraku Sora gripped his bamboo sword tightly, his legs slightly bent, and his arms straining, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

The next moment, her toes lightly touched the ground, and her white figure gracefully swept across the floor like a butterfly, her flowing clothes billowing behind her.

In the instant the bamboo swords clashed, several dazzling sparks burst forth.

This is a change caused by the extreme solidification of spiritual pressure. Even an unsealed bamboo sword can still unleash a terrifying destructive power.

"Too arrogant, Naraku."

Retsu Unohana gazed calmly at the boy's face so close to hers, her dark eyes seeming to imprint it deeply.

"If you treat your enemies with this same gentleness, your death is not far off."

The moment she finished speaking, her figure suddenly blurred.

The white captain's haori appeared simultaneously in front, behind, left, right, and even above, and the omnipresent killing intent enveloped the dojo.

Naraku felt as if he were surrounded by countless blades: his brow, neck, heart, lower back...

Every vital spot felt a chilling, blade-like edge; a single misstep would bring the first Kenpachi's merciless annihilation.

At the same instant, several indistinct slashes descended upon Naraku, giving him no chance to dodge.

Amidst the tremors in the air, Naraku Sora cast aside all irrelevant thoughts and devoted himself entirely to this sword duel.

Although I don't know what I did wrong, but—

Come here.

The bamboo sword, gleaming faintly, was suddenly raised, with dazzling golden arcs of electricity leaping across it. The perfect fusion of swordsmanship and demonic arts was once again presented before the eyes of the first Kenpachi.

Even though she had seen it countless times, Unohana Retsu's eyes still couldn't help but reveal a hint of fascination whenever this miraculous slashing technique appeared.

Although she disliked the word "instinct," products born from instinct still had their merits.

The combination of swordsmanship and demonic arts has created another system that is capable of changing high-end combat techniques.

Even Naraku Sora himself probably didn't realize just how astonishing the things he had created were.

A golden radiance flashed across the dojo, like a sudden burst of thunder.

Several illusions vanished instantly, disappearing into the air, revealing the true killing move—

A faint light shone from the bamboo sword, rising like a crescent moon, and Unohana Retsu's graceful figure passed by Naraku in mid-air.

next moment.

The vibrant crimson light rose in the dojo, blooming and spreading like flowers, creating a masterpiece of art.

As his head flew off, the boy fell heavily backward, as if he had lost all his strength, bringing this exchange of swordsmanship to a perfect end.

Unohana Retsu put away her bamboo sword, walked slowly to the side of the "corpse," knelt down, her calm gaze lowered, and she sighed helplessly.

Although some angry young men temporarily abandoned the promising path of swordsmanship and turned to the training of Hakuda (a form of martial arts), she was just an ordinary Shinigami captain and had no right to interfere with other people's personal freedom.

However, when she saw that stunning swordsmanship again, Retsu Unohana still felt a little regretful.

"Naraku."

"Ok?"

The boy, who should have died, touched his slashed neck; the small bruise that had been left was almost healed.

"Do you still stand by what you said before?"

"Captain Unohana is referring to exchanges in kendo?"

"Exactly."

Naraku Sora suddenly flipped up from the ground and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

He drew his sword and slashed.

In the blink of an eye, it was completed in one smooth motion, scattering a cool, sharp light across the training ground.

Unohana Retsu instinctively raised her sword to defend herself.

The bamboo swords clashed, and a heavy force was transmitted, causing a hint of surprise to flash in Unohana Retsu's eyes.

However, just as she was about to give her evaluation, something unexpected happened.

A crescent-shaped sword pressure erupted from the bamboo sword, and a tremendous force suddenly burst forth. The slashing technique called Dragon Flash revealed its ferocity at this moment.

Chapter 89 I'm Willing to Be Your Sheath

An indescribable feeling.

In that instant, Retsu Unohana seemed to see a crescent moon rising before her eyes, so beautiful, so desolate, so close at hand.

It seems within reach.

Bang!

A deafening roar.

Naraku clenched his five fingers together, gripping the bamboo sword tightly. In the instant he raised his hand, he slashed down with all his might. The fierce sword pressure, carrying a sharp airflow, spread in all directions with an explosive sound.

Unohana Retsu's eyes narrowed, and she instinctively raised her sword to defend herself. At the critical moment, she unleashed a bone-chilling aura of corpses and blood, and a thick, slippery killing intent poured out unrestrainedly.

The domineering nature of the first Kenpachi was only just beginning to unfold at this moment.

That unreserved cruelty was laid bare before Naraku Sora.