Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Even Kuchiki Hibiki looked at the slender figure with suspicion, and at one point suspected that she was also one of the people persecuted by Tsunayo.

With the death of Tsunayoshi Takeyuki, the turmoil in the noble district came to a complete end.

Because when the Lord's curtain fell, the main family members either died or went to jail, while some of the branch family members unexpectedly survived.

They had no ambition, no talent for spiritual power, and knew nothing about what the main family was doing. They were the worst of the worst, with absolutely no value to them.

Such a person would be a waste of prison food even if locked up in the True Central Prison.

Naraku Sora had absolutely no interest in them.

Perhaps for the sake of the nobles' reputation, Kuchiki Ginrei actually stepped in to vouch for them, allowing them to continue living in the noble street and maintain their original noble status.

Kuchiki Hibiki couldn't understand this at all.

However, Kuchiki Ginryo had clearly given up on communicating with him, and simply patted his son-in-law's shoulder lightly before letting out a heavy sigh.

Watching his father-in-law's departing figure, Kuchiki Hibiki frowned, then relaxed.

Oh well, let the old man think what he wants, I'm too lazy to argue with him.

Instead of wasting this time, I'd rather find some free time to exchange tips on how to type in the white area.

In truth, he was able to clear his name this time entirely thanks to his close friend.

perhaps.

Could we discuss with my father-in-law about transferring him to Zhenyang Prison?

……

……

This uproar swept through almost the entire Seireitei and even the Soul Society, and the name Naraku Sora became widely known among the Shinigami.

Especially striking was the pillar of spiritual pressure piercing the sky above the 13th Division's barracks, and the figure resolutely pulling the enemy through the streets.

The three seats of the Shin-o Prison sacrificed their lives to protect more people, leaving everyone who witnessed the scene deeply moved.

It turns out that there are such righteous people outside of the Gotei 13.

For a time, many people were captivated by it.

At such a critical moment, everyone thought that Naraku's third seat was doomed.

As a result, he not only returned unharmed, but also immediately organized a force to besiege the source of evil in the noble district, Tsunayoshi, one of the five noble families.

In less than ten minutes, the enormous Gangmidai fell apart.

Cut the Gordian knot.

Such a clean and decisive result completely shattered the Grim Reapers' illusions about the aristocracy.

What happened next shocked countless people.

Just as everything was nearing its end, the sky above the noble district suddenly shattered, and a terrifying spiritual pressure, as if the heavens were collapsing, poured down, instantly engulfing the entire Seireitei.

In an instant, countless death gods wore solemn expressions, and those with less courage trembled and their legs went weak, unable to imagine how strong this suddenly appearing enemy would be.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely hot aura burst forth from the shattered space, surging and erupting in the sky like a blazing sun falling.

"Whoever it is, I will make sure..."

Amidst the intense heat, a burning figure stepped out, gripping an ancient longsword, drawing countless gazes.

"Pay the price..."

The originally harmonious scene was transformed into an indescribable shock upon the appearance of the owner of this aura.

Even Naraku Sora, who was squatting and slacking off with Yoruichi in the ruins, was stunned, completely unexpected that Yamamoto would return to Soul Society in this way.

Judging from the appearance, they must have used brute force to shatter the space, and then used their rich experience to find the node of the Soul Society in the broken world.

It's completely different from Aizen's shortcut.

He's really something, not saying what he shouldn't say.

Looking at the ruins before him, Yamamoto frowned, not understanding why so many Grim Reapers had gathered here.

Besides the Gotei 13, there were also many other noble members.

Could it be that during my absence, a great change occurred in Seireitei, and the survivors gathered here?

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a familiar figure appeared in Yamamoto's line of sight, walking towards him cheerfully.

"Teacher, you're finally back."

Naraku Sora acted first and informed us later, saying, "During your absence, we quelled the unrest and eradicated all sources of darkness. Now, only peace and tranquility remain in Soul Society."

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto felt a strong sense of unease.

"What exactly happened?"

Naraku Sora grinned: "Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that Tsuna and Taketori ran out of patience and tried to launch the Orange Juice Project in Soul Society."

Yamamoto frowned.

Under the intimidation of his gaze, Narakuku briefly recounted the events in a few words.

When he heard that Tsuna had joined forces with Taketori and Gosuke to attack Ukitake Jushiro, the pressure emanating from the mountain suddenly increased dramatically, and the surrounding ruins groaned in agony.

Some of the more resilient individuals even fainted on the spot.

Kuchiki Ginrei, Aikawa Rabu, and the others watched in cold sweat as Captain-Commander Yamamoto suddenly appeared before them.

"What about Tsunayashiro Taketori?"

"died."

Yamamoto's eyes widened, his unease growing stronger.

"Where are the other members of the Tsunayo family? Bring them to see me!"

Naraku Sora pointed to the corpses covered by the demonic path in the distance:

"You can't take it with you, but you can take it with you."

Yamamoto: "?"

Chapter 114 The Cunning Naraku Sora

Yamamoto Shigekuni was in a bad mood.

It was so bad that words couldn't describe it.

Even my favorite roasted sweet potato tasted like chewing wax.

What should have been a proper meeting of the Central 46th Room was turned into a trap specifically designed to target Yamamoto Shigekuni.

Although it caused no harm, it inexplicably teleported people into Hueco Mundo.

When Yamamoto saw the crescent moon hanging high in the sky and the slippery sand beneath his feet, he instantly realized what was happening.

Oh no, we've fallen for the enemy's diversionary tactic!

Without time to consider his own safety, Yamamoto immediately thought of a way to return to Soul Society.

However, what troubles him is that, as the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years and the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, he can kill anyone, even Hollows.

However, when it comes to things outside of combat, they seem to fall short.

Left with no other choice, we had to resort to the most rudimentary method.

Brute force.

Find the weakest point in space, then unleash your strongest attack to shatter the space and enter the broken realm.

And so, on this day, the Hollows, who had never seen sunlight before, saw it in the east—

A rising sun!

After all that trouble, he finally returned to Soul Society, only to be told by his own apprentice that times had changed and Tsunayoshi was gone.

"I have always felt that I have lived for thousands of years, and I have also come to a certain understanding of how outrageous you are."

"In other words, what haven't you seen in the world?"

"I never expected that in the blink of an eye, you would cause me such a big mess."

"Tsunayoshi, one of the five great noble families, or even the head of the five great noble families, has been removed from the list by you just like that."

"Kid, in a way, you really are a genius."

"Haha, you flatter me, teacher."

Naraku Sora, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stove, stopped blowing air into it and gave Yamamoto a modest smile.

Yamamoto's forehead veins bulged, and anger rose within him.

The spiritual pressure seemed to have increased significantly.

You really think I'm praising you, huh?

Just as I was about to get angry, a roasted sweet potato, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a rich and sweet aroma, was handed to me.

Yamamoto instinctively took the sweet potato, skillfully peeled off the skin, and took a bite.

The aroma of caramelized sugar fills the air, while the texture is soft, sticky, and sweet. The warmth seeps into your body, making you feel incredibly comfortable.

Although it's still a little short of his honed sweet potato roasting skills, it's already quite perfect.

Oh no, I was so busy eating that I almost forgot to scold the kid.

As Yamamoto ate, he glanced at Naraku Sora, preparing to teach him a lesson.

However, when his gaze fell on the stove, he suddenly froze.

Beneath the stove, there was a knife.

He glanced at the wall instinctively; Ryujin Jakka was hanging there perfectly, without any sign of being moved.

Then look at the stove.

The blade is slender, the hilt is whitish and adorned with a few diamond-shaped ornaments that shimmer like stars, and the swastika-shaped tsuba (handguard) stands out somewhat.

A wisp of crimson spiritual pressure flickered like a flame, radiating heat outwards.