Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The ferocious Dragon Flash Sword pressed down and swallowed the pure white figure in front of it. Accompanied by a sound like tearing silk, a red line appeared on the fair wrist, and blood spurted out.

The roar exploded again, the entire dojo suddenly shook, and countless dust particles fell down.

Unohana Retsu's movements came to an abrupt halt. She looked down at the barely perceptible crack on her wrist and her eyes widened slightly.

incredible.

Even though she had blocked all the attacks, her wrist was still cut.

Is this really just pure swordsmanship?

Unohana Retsu put down the bamboo sword in her hand and stared at the scar on her white wrist. Under the autonomous operation of her spiritual pressure, the wound healed and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared.

Only that one streak of blood remained, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

After a moment's thought, Retsu Unohana raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her:

"At the moment of raising the sword, I condense my power into a single point, and through the resonance with my spiritual pressure, the two are briefly combined into one."

"At the same time as the explosive slash, the spiritual pressure attached to the blade will also transform into sword pressure that is no less formidable."

"One force, two attacks."

"A rather innovative slashing technique."

A look of surprise flashed across Naraku Sora's face, which quickly turned into one of admiration.

From the moment he launched the sneak attack until the end of the match, he used the Secret Technique: Dragon Flash twice in a row.

What appears to be an exquisite technique to ordinary people is easily seen through by Retsu Unohana.

It has to be said, as expected of the first Kenpachi who mastered all the sword styles in the world.

"Unprecedented creativity, whether it's the previous Ghost Sword Technique or this pure cutting technique full of creativity."

Unohana Retsu's gaze shifted, lingering on the bamboo sword in Naraku Ku's hand.

"As expected, it was right to have hope for you, Kong."

Without me even realizing it, she had changed how she addressed me once again. The smile on her face revealed an unprecedented tenderness.

"But your biggest problem is that your foundation in swordsmanship is slightly weak. This means that even if your moves are powerful, without a solid foundation, you still cannot unleash their full potential."

"Kong, your top priority right now is to hone your basic swordsmanship."

As soon as she finished speaking, Retsu Unohana slowly walked to the shelf, placed the bamboo sword on it, and then, under Sora Naraku's incredulous gaze—

Take off the captain's haori.

"?"

"Captain Unohana, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Retsu Unohana, who was fixing her braids, looked up, revealed a gentle smile, and said matter-of-factly:

"The captain's haori is very expensive."

"It would be such a shame if it were destroyed in battle."

Naraku Sora took a deep breath, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Captain Unohana, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's about doing something I've been looking forward to all along."

Retsu Unohana thought for a moment, then smiled more gently, "Let's call it 'indulgence' for now."

“You see, it’s just like those soldiers who are recovering from injuries in the multi-purpose medical facility. Despite the medical staff repeatedly reminding them of the taboos, they still can’t suppress their inner impulses and desires.”

"Although I'm not that rebellious, I still get excited when I see something I like."

As soon as he finished speaking, Naraku's ominous premonition grew stronger, and a bone-chilling coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

It was as if endless seawater was pouring in, instantly engulfing him.

He could clearly sense that behind Unohana Retsu's gentle smile lay an increasingly undisguised ferocious killing intent.

Fruit needs nurturing and irrigation to grow.

Since Naraku Sora possesses such potential, she naturally wouldn't hesitate to impart her knowledge and skills, hoping to cultivate him to his most perfect form in the shortest possible time.

Then she would pick them herself.

"Kong, I'm going in."

The moment the words fell, a gentle killing intent swept over like a light breeze, the exquisite face was inches away, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

Naraku Sora instinctively raised his bamboo sword and parried with a backhand.

Bang!

A dull thud shattered the silence of the dojo. Naraku's bamboo sword was easily deflected, and the heavy force instantly suppressed it completely.

Retsu Unohana raised her eyes, and a gentle voice sounded in her ear:

"Kong, be serious."

"Otherwise, you might die."

In an instant, Naraku seemed to bristle, his crimson spiritual pressure bursting forth and rapidly wrapping around the bamboo sword, increasing its lethality and giving himself a better chance of winning.

He could clearly sense that the crazy woman in front of him was not joking, but was taking this battle very seriously!

Upon realizing this, Naraku Sora abandoned his playful mood and looked at Unohana Retsu with a stern gaze, his heavy aura suddenly sweeping across the dojo.

"As you wish."

Amidst the sweeping hurricane, a chilling intent to kill lingered.

In an instant, Naraku's bamboo sword stirred up a storm of blade light, and countless dazzling slashes surged down towards Unohana Retsu.

It seemed as if it wanted to tear that frail body to shreds.

Unohana Retsu lowered her gaze, letting her heart pound like a drumbeat. Her blood, which had long since cooled, now transformed into scorching lava, pulsating within her veins and flowing wildly.

She hadn't encountered a young person with such potential since that incident.

A moment of recklessness and his own weakness led a born strongman down a path of self-imposed isolation.

Now, a brand new opportunity is presented to us.

I must not miss this opportunity again like before; I must do everything in my power to seize it!

Even with just basic slashing techniques, Naraku was still overwhelmed and unable to breathe, but his instinctive growth allowed him to adapt to this pressure very quickly.

It felt as if an invisible current was surging through it, gradually permeating every inch of my flesh and blood. My senses were more acute than ever before, and I could even clearly discern the marks left by the bamboo knife on the other side.

With its exceptional growth potential, its consciousness became more active than ever before, clearly memorizing the angle and trajectory of each sword swing, seamlessly integrating it into its physical instincts, and gradually—

This has built an unbreakable foundation for swordsmanship.

Watching the boy continuously absorb knowledge and grow freely, Retsu Unohana couldn't help but blush slightly, and a fleeting excitement flashed from the depths of her eyes.

This is exactly what she has always longed for.

Judging from this rate of progress, it may not be long before Naraku Sora grows into the expected form.

"I'm waiting—"

"Your most perfect moment..."

……

……

Recently, Xiu Mu Xiang He has been in an unprecedentedly cheerful mood.

In recent times, they have won several battles in Rukongai to annihilate the rebellious Shinigami, and even the casualties have been minimized.

Just like in the war just now, he single-handedly suppressed the rebellious Death faction, allowing his own side to achieve zero casualties.

Although his unauthorized actions disrupted the original plan and angered Kuchiki Ginryo once again, Kuchiki Hibiki no longer cared much about his father-in-law's thoughts.

If one is willing to sacrifice the lives of others simply to gain recognition, how are these heinous acts any different from those of the rebels?

Besides, it's not like no one recognizes him.

When he handed the traitorous Grim Reaper Akao Retsu over to Naraku Sora last time, he gave a detailed account of what happened on the battlefield, which earned him high praise from his friend.

To paraphrase Naraku Sora, with great power comes great responsibility.

Since we possess this ability, let's make good use of it, let it shine, and bring warmth to others.

Compared to his aloof father-in-law, his friend was truly delightful.

"Lord Xianghe is indeed the strongest!"

"Even without using a Zanpakuto, we can still defeat the rebel army."

"With Lord Xianghe here, we don't even need to fight."

On their way back to the First Division barracks, the Shinigami under their command excitedly described Kuchiki Kyouga's prowess in the previous battle.

Everyone said they had never seen Death fight like this before.

However, at this momentous time, a heavy spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the surrounding streets, and a huge light barrier shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the entire street.

Everyone stared in shock at the sudden change. Before they could react, a strange spiritual pressure rippled through the crowd.

Layers of pale purple light appeared on the Zanpakuto of the Shinigami.

Under Kyoga Kuchiki's incredulous gaze, his comrades, who had fought alongside him, uncontrollably raised their Zanpakuto and slashed at their own throats.

"Muramasa!"

An angry voice echoed in his inner world.

Muramasa, who had been sitting on the stone pillar in the sea, looked up blankly and happened to see what was happening in the street through the view of Kukihime.

"Xiang, Xianghe, I didn't do this."

His already pale face turned even paler when he saw the scene before him.

A feeble attempt at justification echoed in my inner world.

Despite Muramasa's attempts to prove his innocence, the facts are undeniable.

His Shikai ability is to manipulate his Zanpakuto to rebel against its master and even kill Shinigami through complete control.