Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Naraku Sora sat cross-legged on the floor, continuing to try other ideas.

Suddenly, Aizen frowned as an unusual spiritual pressure entered the demonic barrier he had set up.

"This is?"

Naraku raised his eyes and also noticed the abnormality.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously got up and walked towards the direction of the unusual spiritual pressure.

However, at that moment, a strange fragrance appeared in the dojo, and Aizen's expression changed drastically. He was just about to remind Naraku beside him.

But then it was discovered.

The world before our eyes has undergone earth-shattering changes.

Chapter 91 It's alright, I'll beat them both the same way.

Everything in sight was instantly flipped upside down, from top to bottom, front to back, left to right.

Naraku, who was originally standing on the ground, was now looking down at him with a strange expression on his face.

The world is upside down?!

Aizen's expression changed slightly, but he did not act rashly at first. Instead, he maintained his original posture and tried to adapt to the current situation as quickly as possible.

"This is……"

"Hirako Mako's Zanpakutō ability?"

"Hirako Mako?"

Aizen looked over in confusion, only to find that there was nothing in front of him.

Everything in sight was reversed.

"Your captain's Zanpakuto is called Gyōfu."

Naraku Sora explained casually, "At the moment of Shikai, a large amount of mist will be released, and the visual nervous system of any enemy who smells the fragrance will be controlled."

"Everything I saw was upside down—front and back, left and right, up and down, even the location of the injury was upside down."

"It seems that the fragrant mist is taking effect, but in reality, the ability to reverse the scent is activated the moment the fragrance is smelled."

Even within the entire Soul Society, the Zanpakuto "Gyōbu" is quite unique.

The initial release is used against powerful enemies, while the bankai is used to eliminate the weaker ones.

Because of his overly abstract Bankai ability, Shinji Hirako was also forbidden by the 46 Chambers from releasing his Zanpakuto within the Seireitei.

Even if the relevant bans are lifted, it won't work.

After hearing these words, Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had found the reason why Hirako Shinji treated him differently.

So it was because they were Zanpakuto from the same system?

"So, what's wrong with Hirako Shinji? Why did he suddenly unleash his Zanpakuto in the barracks? And judging from the way he did it, it seems to cover quite a wide area."

Naraku Sora only tried a few times before adapting to the upside-down world, much to Aizen's astonishment.

"It looks pretty fancy, but you'll get used to it."

His growth potential, exceeding that of a normal Grim Reaper by 100%, allows him to have near-perfect control over his own body.

Of course, this does not mean that Naraku Sora has already cracked the Shikai of Gyoufu.

In real combat, the application of reverse strokes is still extremely formidable.

The activation and deactivation are entirely at Hirako Shinji's discretion. One second you've just adapted to the upside-down world, and the next you're back to normal.

The strike, which should have been forward, suddenly turned backward.

Although the trajectory of the attack may not appear to change in the eyes of others, it may appear completely different to oneself.

A normal person would never be able to react in time.

Even someone as gifted as Naraku Sora needs a few seconds to adapt, let alone others.

Aizen quickly adapted to the upside-down world, and the two of them rushed out of the dojo together.

Only then did they realize that the situation inside the team barracks had become extremely chaotic.

Just like a city affected by war, violent roars and flames rose from the earth, and the ground trembled slightly.

Amidst the raging flames and sweeping hurricanes, the barracks groaned in agony as they were brutally ravaged.

Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the spiritual pressure of the demonic path filled the corridors and courtyards. The original peace and tranquility vanished, replaced by extreme chaos.

Before there was any time to react, a deep whistling sound came from the right rear.

A distorted figure appeared in the corridor, its blood-red eyes fixed on Naraku Sora, its greedy desire almost tangible, overflowing outwards.

It exuded the spiritual pressure of a high-ranking official, which radiated outwards, and a long sword gleaming with a cold light suddenly appeared in its hand.

Without further ado, it attacked Naraku Sora.

The gleaming blade appeared even more ferocious in the firelight, and the spiritual pressure emanating from it exuded a terrifying power.

A faint, flowing fluorescence appears and disappears.

In the blink of an eye, it was right there.

The high-pitched clang of metal clashing spread, and in an instant, dazzling sparks burst forth, the sharp sound piercing the eardrums of those fighting nearby.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides passed each other.

In a fleeting instant, before Aizen could even notice, Naraku Sora had already completed a swordsmanship exchange with an entity whose identity and even species were unknown.

The gleaming longsword was severed in half at the waist and fell to the ground with a clatter.

A gash appeared silently on the twisted figure's neck, the lingering heat seeping into its bones, bringing a pain akin to a decapitation.

The distorted figure stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Naraku slowly turned around, his gaze lowered, meeting the eyes of the falling head. His calm voice then rang out:

"You're not bad."

And so, the distorted being that had gained recognition died contentedly.

Aizen: "..."

The situation is already so dire, yet this guy still has the nerve to act crazy.

"By the way, has some kind of alien invasion occurred?"

Naraku Sora gripped the hilt of his sword and gazed into the distance.

Besides their area, other places were also engulfed in battle, with monsters resembling the twisted figures from before chasing and hacking at the Fifth Division's Shinigami.

It was as if they had some deep-seated hatred between them.

"Their spiritual pressure is similar, their attack methods are similar, and even their appearances are similar."

Aizen calmly analyzed the situation and finally came to the following conclusion:

"It doesn't seem like an invasion from a foreign enemy; it's more like an internal problem."

"Sora, the Zanpakuto have betrayed us."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden pillar of light suddenly shot out from the main road of the team barracks, and the immense spiritual pressure instantly spread throughout the entire barracks.

At the edge of the horizon, two figures faced each other.

One of them was someone Naraku recognized; it was none other than Hirako Shinji, the captain of the Fifth Division who had been targeting his adopted son at every turn.

It was his Shikai ability that had affected the dojo, making the two realize that something big had happened inside the barracks.

The person opposite looked exactly like Mako Hirako; they were practically identical.

The only difference is gender.

Despite the great distance, the astonishing size of her chest still speaks volumes.

Under normal circumstances, Hirako Shinji might have had the mind to appreciate and judge, but in this emergency, he could not afford to be distracted in the slightest.

"Oh dear, now is not the time to fool around."

Upon hearing this, the blonde woman raised the corners of her mouth:

"Nonsense?"

"Even though the war has spread, do you still think this is a game, bald guy?"

A fair hand flips upwards, and amidst the radiant light, a peculiar blade with a hollow, round hilt appears out of thin air, hanging on a slender index finger.

"I've wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time, to put your ego down."

Please accept this small token of my concern.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hirako Shinji's expression changed drastically. He immediately used Kido to amplify his voice, and the thunderous sound echoed in the air above the barracks, filling everyone's eardrums.

"Leave the barracks area immediately!"

A triumphant smile appeared on Hirako Mako's face, which was identical to that of Hirako Mako, as if her carefully planned prank had been a great success.

With lips slightly parted, the chant began.

"Solution—"

"The Rebellious Eight Treasures Plug!"

Amidst the dazzling spiritual pressure, the blonde woman's figure seemed to be distorted, inverted from top to bottom, with solemn golden petals slowly unfolding from below, completely enveloping her.

A pale purple glow dotted the atmosphere, and the hazy mist dispersed, instantly expanding to cover the entire barracks.

Seeing this, Hirako Shinji covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly:

"This is a huge problem..."

Naraku Sora, shrouded in a thin mist, frowned.

If he remembered correctly, Hirako Shinji's Zanpakuto Shikai ability was an inversion of the visual nervous system.

The Bankai ability, on the other hand, is a cognitive reversal, twisting the concept of "enemy" and "friend".

Both the enemy and one's own side will begin to fight each other under the influence of this ability.