Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Your nature shouldn't be like this; you've only been influenced by other forces..."

Before he could finish speaking, Narakuku grinned and slashed out with his sword. The scorching sword pressure fell like a bomb, and flames shot into the sky.

“Immature kids need to be properly disciplined.”

"Lord Chojiro, why are you wasting your breath talking to him?"

Having said that, his aggressive, fiery figure suddenly rushed out and appeared in front of Yan Lingwan in an instant.

Looking at that cruel smile so close to his face, Yan Lingwan felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

"Wait, I..."

Naraku stretched out his arms, his joints rubbing together, and a thunderous roar erupted, with heat like a volcanic eruption sweeping over him.

One bone!

The fist, which occupied the entire sky, continued to grow larger in Yan Lingwan's vision, and even the most powerful lightning could not stop its attack.

Under the hesitant gaze of Chojiro, Yanlingwan, who had almost defeated him, disintegrated in the sudden pain.

He was utterly and cleanly smashed by Naraku Sora's punch!

Chapter 93 The Incompetent and Desensitized Yamamoto

Naraku Ku raised his hand and waved it, immediately releasing his Shikai. He then coldly expressed his disdain towards the disintegrating spiritual particles on the ground:

"Ordinary goods."

Because it's in Blade Spirit form, even if it's smashed to pieces, it won't have a serious impact.

It will just take some time to fix itself.

As for whether it will leave any psychological trauma, Nai Luokong doesn't know.

He's only responsible for correcting these disobedient guys.

Chojiro Sasaki: "..."

He wanted to retract his previous thought; this guy was nothing like Lord Yuan Liuzhai.

Although the punch didn't land on him, it still sent chills down one's spine.

Chojiro Sasaki clearly remembered the first time Naraku Sora came to the First Division barracks; back then, he seemed harmless.

Although he is somewhat blunt in his speech, it is precisely this undisguised straightforwardness that makes the Captain-Commander favor him.

But how long has it been?

For Death's long lifespan, a few months is really nothing.

However, that once straightforward young man has now become a terrifying figure.

So what exactly is the reason for this?

Chojiro Sasakibe couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After dealing with Yanlingmaru, Naraku Kuro charged into the other battlefields of the guild hall, like a rampaging dump truck, brutally eliminating all the rebellious Zanpakuto.

With a swift stroke, the blade shattered into countless fragments of spiritual energy.

As the fight progressed, the Zanpakuto were filled with fear and took the initiative to find their Shinigami, surrendering on the spot.

It's more dignified to surrender than to be cleaved in two or punched to pieces.

Naraku Sora's powerful performance undoubtedly earned him the unanimous respect of the Shinigami present.

Although these elite team members are seniors in terms of experience, the strength of both sides is no longer on the same level.

The Zanpakuto spirit that even the most desperate attempts could not subdue could not last a single round in Naraku Sora's hands. Even the aftershocks were enough to cause it to fall apart.

Such a stunning performance leaves no room for envy.

Watching that departing figure, the team members couldn't help but cast longing glances at him.

"Lord Chojiro, where does your master usually refresh?"

When Naruko returned empty-handed, the battle in the First Division had completely subsided, and Chojiro Sasakibe had also stopped thinking.

But when he heard this question, Chojiro Sasakibe felt his blood pressure rise a little.

"Lord Naraku, please watch your words."

"Master Yuan Liuzhai usually stays in his private office to handle official business. In his spare time, he usually sits in the tea room to enjoy tea, and occasionally he will practice in the temple."

"Before today's anomaly, Lord Yuan Liuzhai should have been in the office."

Naraku Sora gave an "oh" and then used Shunpo to head towards the executive room.

He's been to the First Squad's barracks countless times; he could navigate there with his eyes closed.

In the blink of an eye, Naraku Sora appeared in the executive room.

Unsurprisingly, the familiar bald head wasn't there.

There were no signs of a struggle in the room, and even the case files were neatly organized and arranged on their respective bookshelves.

Yamamoto did not seem to be affected by this inexplicable disaster.

Naraku then searched several other places where the old man might spawn, but found nothing.

Figures moved continuously among the broken walls and ruins, and many team members once again cast admiring glances at them.

Even after the crisis was resolved, he refused to rest and continued to serve the Seireitei diligently.

This is the goal we should strive for.

Finally, Naraku went to the First Division's prison cell again.

This time, I had a different experience.

Kuchiki Hibiki has disappeared.

The prison walls had been blasted open with huge holes, and the bricks at the edges showed signs of melting, as if they were rubber that had been scorched by flames.

"Oh no, will the teacher think that Xianghe did all this?"

Naraku's expression changed slightly, and he immediately used Instant Step to rush out of the prison.

However, when he arrived at the main road, he happened to run into Chojiro Sasaki, who was frowning.

Just as Naraku was about to step forward and ask about some details that he might have missed, a sudden noise came from the distant sky.

A terrifying spiritual pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, surged into the sky, instantly covering a vast area of ​​several kilometers, and a terrifying surging wave swept out from there.

Faintly visible, the surrounding atmosphere was trembling violently!

A scorching heat wafted towards the team barracks, and the moisture in the air evaporated rapidly, making people's mouths dry.

Without the slightest hesitation, Naraku stomped the ground and unleashed his Shunpo to its limit, his entire body flashing across the main road like a meteor, rushing towards the direction from which the spiritual pressure was coming from.

Before Chojiro could even speak to stop him, his figure had already disappeared from sight.

……

……

On the outskirts of Seireitei, in a vast, desolate wilderness.

Kuchiki Hibiki stared nervously at the elderly figure opposite him. He looked like an ordinary old man, leaning on a cane, giving off an unremarkable feeling.

But the scorching heat emanating from its body was suffocating.

He was doing well in prison and had no intention of escaping.

Because he trusted his father-in-law and the captain-in-chief completely, he believed that the two of them would clear his name.

However, a few days later, a series of strange yet somewhat familiar spiritual pressure fluctuations suddenly erupted in the barracks, followed by deafening shouts of battle.

Just as he was about to question the Grim Reaper, a figure exuding a terrifying aura suddenly appeared in the prison.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

The old man's face was grim, as if something terrible had happened, and his deep voice echoed in the cell:

"Kuroki Kyouga, I ask you, why did you instigate Muramasa to cause unrest within the Seireitei?"

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Kyoga was completely stunned.

What did you mean by giving orders?

Where did they betray us?

Hasn't Muramasa been with me in prison the whole time?

"It's fine if you don't answer."

A flash of golden-red fire seemed to appear in Yamamoto's eyes.

"Just now, the 46th Bureau issued a secret order."

"Strip Kuchiki Kyouga, the captain of the First Division Special Forces, of all his spiritual power. His Zanpakuto, Muramasa, is designated as the source of the unrest and will be destroyed!"

"This secret order will be carried out by me personally!"

Kuchiki Hibiki's pupils dilated in shock, his face filled with disbelief. He quickly tried to explain:

"But Captain-Commander!"

“I have been in prison the whole time and have not been anywhere else. These two senior guards can vouch for me.”

"As for Muramasa, he never activated his abilities from beginning to end, so it's impossible for him to cause any unrest within Seireitei."

Yamamoto lowered his gaze slightly, raised his aged hand, and pressed it against the prison bars.

With a chilling melting sound, the railings twisted like rubber and collapsed to both sides, making way for a wide entrance.

"At this point, nothing you say will make a difference."

"According to the secret orders conveyed by the Ritsu Team, nine of the Gotei 13 divisions have experienced varying degrees of Zanpakuto mutiny."

"In the knowledge of the 46 Chambers, there are no two Zanpakuto with the same abilities in Soul Society."

"Therefore, they have determined that you are the culprit behind this serious incident, Kuchiki Hibiki."

Upon hearing this, despair appeared on Kuchiki Hibiki's face.