Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

He raised his hand in an instant, his five fingers spread wide, just in time to block the sudden elbow strike.

The roar of the wind and the sound of the collision overlapped, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

Breathtaking power, unbelievable speed, and incredible skill are perfectly combined in what appears to be a simple parry.

Naraku Sora grinned.

This is the Captain-Commander Yamamoto he knows, the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Even with just his physical body, he could still unleash astonishing abilities.

Yamamoto was very surprised.

As a teacher, he knew Naraku Sora's Shunpo level very well.

However, the speed that had just been unleashed easily exceeded the original limit.

There was no improvement in skills, only pure physical strength.

In that kid's words, it was—

Numerical value.

Yamamoto took a deep breath, letting the scorching heat surge in his lungs.

"A pretty good idea."

"Since that's the case, then I'll take it a little more seriously."

In order to prevent his apprentice from going astray, Yamamoto decided to put more effort into his teaching.

Under Naraku Sora's puzzled gaze, scorching heat began to erupt continuously, making the dojo look like it had a walking volcano.

"Wait, teacher, I don't want to die young..."

Before he could finish speaking, the foehn wind had already arrived.

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A deafening roar erupted, like a cannonball spewing out deadly flames, and a burning iron fist was already rushing towards them!

In an instant, he covered a distance of tens of meters, and Yamamoto was already within arm's reach.

After the burning iron fist, it seemed as if the sun was rising in his eyes.

Step forward, then throw a straight punch!

Naraku Sora instinctively raised his arm to shield himself, and then felt his arm tremble, almost losing consciousness, and was sent flying backward.

Two scorch marks were plowed into the floor.

This power is outrageous!

After numerous battles with Takeda Satoru, Arturo, Gosuke, and Tsuna, he single-handedly crushed them one by one with his impressive stats.

I thought I was already a fairly skilled player, neither too big nor too small.

Even if they can't compare to the top captains, they can at least hold their own.

Therefore, confidence once inflated.

But when they put in 120% of their focus to deal with Yamamoto, they were shocked to discover that the old man had never shown his true strength.

As his strength continued to rise, Yamamoto's ship also continued to grow, seemingly without any upper limit.

Before Naraku could even regain his footing, he saw Yamamoto closing in again. With his current reflexes, he couldn't even detect the trajectory of Yamamoto's movements.

It's like the Reiken, a technique exclusive to the Great Hollow.

Spatial movement.

The burning iron fist roared in, bypassing Naraku's arm that was blocking its way.

Hook punch!

In an instant, Naraku Sora's pupils shrank, and his arm that was blocking in front of him bent and twisted back, landing on Yamamoto's forearm that was sweeping across. With a burst of power, his body flying backward suddenly stopped.

The two were like bulls locked in a wrestling match, unleashing terrifying power with abandon.

The floor beneath my feet groaned under the weight.

But Yamamoto clearly didn't want the situation to remain deadlocked; he wanted to see just how much power Naraku could unleash with his so-called Lightning Release mode.

The hand resting on the forearm flips over, the five fingers rubbing together and sparks fly, exerting a force comparable to a volcanic eruption.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted.

Between those substances, air currents burst forth out of thin air, shooting out in all directions, transforming into fierce hurricanes, like bombs exploding right in front of you.

Narakuku's vision went black immediately, and his ears began to ring.

The dazzling electric arcs surged, activating his body and directly stimulating his nerves, instantly waking him from his dizzy and negative state.

Use Instant Step to retreat.

With an explosive burst of speed, Naraku Sora temporarily broke free from Yamamoto's control.

With such a large numerical gap between the two sides, a melee-like battle would be too disadvantageous for him.

"It's no use, kid."

Yamamoto relaxed his neck muscles, his joints making a heavy, metallic scraping sound, and two visible puffs of white breath escaped from his nostrils.

Beneath the Death Knight armor, his scarred skin was slightly red, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards him.

"I will teach you something else today."

"Shikai is essentially the state in which the power possessed by the Shinigami is reflected in the Zanpakuto."

"In other words, when a Shinigami understands themselves well enough and has unlocked enough of their potential, even without their Zanpakuto, they can still—"

"Release your initial release!"

boom!

Yamamoto strode forward, unleashing a hurricane-like attack. A heavy spiritual pressure enveloped his iron fist, aimed at the face revealed by Naraku's open defense.

Straight punch!

The terrifying speed surpassed what the naked eye could perceive, and the swirling flames even distorted the lightning.

In the blink of an eye, a loud explosion erupted.

Unfortunately, they failed to hit the target.

The punch was blocked solidly.

Looking at the calm face so close to his, and feeling the immense power surging through his forearm, a thoughtful look flashed in Naraku's eyes.

Just like the words Senjumaru gave him when he was learning and mastering Shikai.

In the eyes of a high-level Shinigami, Shikai is not about exploring the Zanpakuto, but about developing the Shinigami's own power.

Both the soul and the body fall into this category.

Death is actually similar to humans in the present world; the physical body composed of spiritual particles also possesses infinite potential waiting to be explored.

Of course, there are differences between the Grim Reapers.

Yamamoto has already set an example in order to teach Naraku Sora how to activate his Shikai without a Zanpakuto.

Although it did not fully erupt, even the slightest bit of power that slipped through the fingers was enough to glimpse the whole picture and understand its underlying principles.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of self-discovery.

"What's that word again?"

"Yes, numerical value."

Yamamoto withdrew his arm, twisted his neck, and the crackling sound was chilling:

"You once said that numbers are everything, but if we just rely on numbers to crush each other, our battle will end in an instant."

"It can only determine the winner and loser, but it cannot bring any growth to people."

“Teaching should not be like this.”

"Therefore, in the initial release state, I will control your power and speed within the limits you can bear, constantly urging you on until you achieve growth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto's burning body left an afterimage in place, and in an instant, he unleashed a series of incredibly skillful white-style moves.

The iron fists, like raindrops, crashed down, and the air seemed to echo with a mournful cry.

The sound of steel scraping together rang out. While Naraku parried the attacks, he also tried to glean insights into how to further develop the power of his Shikai.

However, Yamamoto continued to increase his own power during this process.

At first, they were able to fight back and forth, but as the intense heat emanated, the heavy pressure became increasingly terrifying.

It's like walking on the edge of a volcano, where you could be swallowed up by spewing lava at any moment.

The suffocating pressure kept Naraku's nerves on edge, leaving him no room to relax.

The crimson spiritual pressure intensified, leaping across his body like flames.

Gradually.

The heart beats more and more powerfully, like the beating of a drum, and the blood transforms into a tidal wave, driving every inch of the body's strength in the most violent way.

The spiritual pressure surged and churned, and the form surrounding Naraku Sora became increasingly solid.

Brilliant golden lightning danced wildly, constantly activating every inch of muscle and every nerve.

To withstand the relentless pressure exerted by Yamamoto, Naraku Sora subconsciously squeezed out the potential within his body.

This is not about forcing growth.

Instead, it is a reasonable and appropriate intensive training program.

Naraku Sora gradually became immersed in the rhythm that Yamamoto deliberately controlled, and the bonus from his growth was perfectly manifested at this moment.

It not only allows for the perfect use of one's own strength, but also significantly improves learning efficiency.

My spirits were higher than ever before, and my consciousness was highly focused.

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