Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

The horrific scene even stunned Naraku Sora.

Am I that strong now?

Just then, a soft voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of helplessness:

"Fool, how much longer are you going to look at that fabricated illusion?"

Naraku's breathing suddenly stopped.

Chapter 10 The Big Sister's Kindness

The blade flashed backward, its cold edge breaking free from the constraints of the air.

Without thinking, it was almost an instinctive reaction.

The Zanpakuto, enveloped in spiritual pressure, was almost within reach.

--cut!

Seeing this indescribable scene, Shutara Senjumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile of appreciation playing on his lips.

Although he was momentarily deceived by the illusion, it was a trick that could fool even the captain, so a Death God of the Seat Officer level would have no chance of distinguishing it.

In the instant after being reminded, Naraku Sora instinctively made the most correct response.

Abundant and solid spiritual pressure, like blood, tightly wrapped around his body. His Zanpakuto gleamed coldly as he slashed forward, piercing through the illusion once more.

This appears to be one of the abilities of Shutara Senjumaru's Zanpakuto: creating illusions.

However, she never took out her Zanpakuto from beginning to end, and even her golden skeletal arm did not appear.

A pair of fair hands were exposed, but they did not move.

Strolling leisurely, feeling relaxed and at ease.

The gap between the two is somewhat outrageous.

Nevertheless, Narakuku did not give up; this was a battle to test his own limits.

Regardless of success or failure.

Without much hesitation, the moment the illusion shattered, Naraku gripped the hilt of his sword, stomped his foot on the ground, and shot forward like an arrow.

Since we can't tell the difference between real and fake, let's kill everything that comes into view!

The Zanpakuto roared out.

The air seemed to groan under the strain, like a piece of cloth being forcibly torn apart.

With the spiritual pressure amplified, this attack unleashed unprecedented destructive power.

Even before he suppressed the invaders, Naraku was confident that he could cleave them in two with a single strike.

"What a crude cutting technique."

Shutara Senjumaru shook his head and said, "It has absolutely no elegance to speak of, it's like a wild beast being unleashed, but it's not entirely without merit."

"At least its destructive power is astonishing."

As he spoke, a powerful spiritual pressure surged from his palm, transforming into the outline of a blade that moved forward inch by inch, precisely striking Naraku Sora's Zanpakuto.

Blades clashed, metal clashed.

Shutara Senjumaru's fighting style is completely different from that of a traditional Shinigami; rather, he is more like an artist who fully interprets art.

Every gesture exudes ultimate elegance.

"To be honest, I'm not good at swordsmanship, but I have a friend who is very skilled in it. If you're interested, silly boy..."

The Zanpakuto and the spirit blades clashed repeatedly, bursting forth with dazzling sparks of light.

Naraku Sora suddenly swept his sword horizontally, unleashing the crimson glow emanating from his Zanpakuto to its fullest extent, showcasing the savagery unique to Hollows.

The already ferocious power was amplified at this moment.

Meanwhile, Shutara Senjumaru, who had been observing all along, couldn't help but feel a surge of passion in his gaze as he looked at Naraku Sora.

There really are Shinigami in this world who can perfectly control Hollowfication!

Judging from the data parameters alone, even a captain-level being would find it difficult to discover Naraku Sora's secret.

At most, one would think of this guy as a Shinigami with a rather volatile spiritual pressure.

If she hadn't happened to witness the whole thing, she might have been kept in the dark as well.

All I can say is that it's all fate's arrangement.

Shutara Senjumaru's smile grew wider, and his attacks became increasingly ruthless.

As she said before.

How can people become friends if they don't have something in common?

It's obvious that Shutara Senjumaru is also quite cunning in some ways.

The immense spiritual pressure steadily increased, the air in the research room gradually became viscous, and even breathing became heavy.

Naraku stared wide-eyed at that beautiful face, which still wore a smile, but gave off an indifferent feeling.

His clear, black-and-white eyes conveyed a profound compassion for humanity, making him seem like a true deity looking down upon all living beings.

Shutara Senjumaru sighed softly, raised his hand, and a crystalline, illusory light enveloped it, as if it had transformed into a beautiful work of art sculpted from crystal.

At that moment, alarm bells rang in Naraku's mind, and a strong sense of crisis filled his consciousness, causing him to make the most instinctive response.

At this moment, spiritual pressure erupted in full, the Zanpakuto trembled violently, and a heavy sense of oppression spread.

It felt as if a giant boulder had fallen on my soul.

Shutara Senjumaru's eyes shone brightly, as if they had discovered a new continent.

She roughly understood the reason for Naraku Sora's perfect Hollowfication.

But the battle did not end there. With his left hand, as beautiful as jade, he brought out his five fingers together and thrust them out.

The movements were gentle, like a tender caress between lovers.

And so they faced that terrifying, blood-red spiritual pressure.

The next moment, the sound of shattering echoed continuously.

In an instant, Nai Luokong's attack collapsed, and he was sent flying, crashing solidly into the wall with a whooshing sound.

"What...what is this?!"

Naraku Sora lay sprawled on the ground, his whole body aching terribly, feeling as if he had just hit the jackpot.

"Want to learn?"

Shutara Senjumaru approached, looking down at the boy on the ground with a gentle smile.

"Let me teach you."

No one could have imagined that the warm and sunny person was the one who had just withstood a Zanpakuto strike with a single slap and then shattered Naraku's spiritual pressure.

The contrast is too great.

Naraku struggled to his feet: "Why shouldn't I learn?"

"Let me make this clear beforehand, this isn't part of our previous agreement."

Shutara Senjumaru nodded, completely unconcerned about the other person's bargaining.

"I have a rough idea of ​​why you can perfectly control the power of etherealization."

"What?" Naraku Sora asked curiously, peeking out.

He himself is the type who knows what to do but not why; he just knows how to use it and how to use it well, but he has no idea about the specific reasons.

Shutara Senjumaru's expression turned serious, and his smile faded slightly.

"Weight, the weight of the soul."

Naraku Sora's expression was serious, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Another completely unfamiliar term.

You can really learn something from following this crazy woman.

However, Shutara Senjumaru showed no intention of continuing: "You wouldn't understand even if I explained the details, just knowing the concept is enough."

"By the way, have you mastered the Shikai of your Zanpakuto?"

"Or rather, do you know my real name?"

Upon hearing this, Naraku was taken aback, looked down at the Zanpakuto in his hand, and then shook his head.

Like any other Grim Reaper, he doesn't have any special advantages in this regard.

Relying solely on the sword techniques taught at the Spirit Arts Academy, one cannot communicate with a Zanpakuto in a short period of time, let alone know its true name or master its Shikai.

“Then you are very lucky.” Shutara Senjumaru smiled with narrowed eyes, like a kind and understanding older sister. “I have recently developed a technology that can help Shinigami quickly master Shikai.”

"How about it, want to give it a try?"

For some reason, Naraku could sense a hint of malice in that stunningly beautiful face...

Chapter 11 Yo, Sassi Buli da na

In the quiet study, a brown-haired boy stared silently at the mission token on the table.

A few simple lines describe a tragic incident in Rukongai: in the Saimen Outer District of the West 64th region, the souls of an entire village vanished into thin air, with no signs of a struggle at the scene.

It's as if it's been erased by something.

"It's weird, isn't it?"

A man with flowing blond hair and a slightly mocking smile casually spoke from the side.

"Other squads of Shinigami have already gone to investigate, but they haven't obtained any useful information. It's as if that place has been denied by some kind of rule."

"The sapphire district is not lacking in elite Grim Reaper-level ronin and wandering samurai, but they have also disappeared without a trace. This matter should have been handled by the vice-captain."

"But that guy just happened to be on a mission in the real world, and the others also have things to do, so I've decided to put you in charge."