Blinding light burst from his fingertips, illuminating the intruder's face in crimson.
His eyes widened, almost unable to believe what was happening before him.
Clearly, the Reiatsu of the guy in front of him was only at the level of a high-seated officer.
But that unreasonable aggressiveness was like a beast breaking free from its reins, brutally crushing the defense he had constructed.
Just in the instant their swords clashed, his outer layer of Reiatsu was crushed with the force of destroying dead weeds.
He was simply powerless to fight back.
How could a powerhouse of this level not even be a Chief Jailer or Seated Officer? Has the Central Prison become so extravagant now?
Facing the whistling fireball of scorching heat, the intruder clenched his teeth, struggled out of the rubble, and desperately held his Zanpakutō horizontally in front of him.
Trying to block this tyrannical blow in this way.
Soon, sounds that made one's scalp tingle rang out continuously. Blade and flame crossed, bursting with countless dazzling lights.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the Detention Room. The intruder's hands had been roasted into a paste by the high temperature, his flesh and blood dried up.
But he still dared not relax in the slightest.
Naraku Sora's Shakkahō was completely different from his previous understanding.
Utilizing ten parts of Reiatsu to exert twelve parts or even more destructive power, it simply didn't look like a Shakkahō that a Seated Officer could release.
Boom—
A deafening explosion resounded. Blood spurted out amidst the intense light, along with fragments of bone and internal organs, painting a tragic, hellish scene.
When Nishikawa arrived, what greeted his eyes was a shocking mess.
Ruins and broken walls were everywhere, cages shattered. The intruder lay charred on the cracked ground.
His face was pained, features twisted, and he had evidently lost consciousness.
On the other side, several Shinigami were piled together, seemingly in a coma.
Naraku Sora's first battle came to an end.
"Senior Nishikawa, you came just in time."
Someone revealed his white teeth, a chilling hint in his smile.
"Don't worry, I've already dealt with this guy."
"Which level of hell should we throw him into?"
Truth be told, the pleasure brought by pure stats was indeed more satisfying than relying on mechanics.
The benefits gained from suppressing all the Adjuchas and rebels were vividly reflected in this battle.
Both sides had similar Reiatsu, but Naraku Sora was able to suppress the opponent, even leaving him powerless to fight back.
This is the beauty of stats.
Nishikawa grinned, feeling an indescribable soreness in his teeth. Why did he feel that this kid's fighting style was more suitable for the 11th Division?
"Don't call me senior, you are the senior."
He took two steps forward, arrived beside the intruder, squatted down, and examined him carefully.
Evidently, he was breathing out more than in. Although he wasn't dead yet, if not treated, he probably wouldn't live long.
Let alone going to the hell below to receive punishment.
Nishikawa stood up and shook his head.
"Before you acted, didn't you ask about this guy's purpose?"
He was beyond saving; just wait for death.
Unless a Captain or Vice-Captain of the 4th Division arrived within half an hour, there was no way to save him.
The medical level of the Central Prison wasn't enough to treat such severe injuries.
Naraku Sora frowned:
"Why ask that? This guy came to my turf to cause trouble. Should I have sent him off with kind words?"
Nishikawa was speechless for a moment.
What do you mean 'your turf'? Why do your words sound so strange, kid?
Aren't you afraid Lady Shutara will use you to fill hell for talking like this?
After struggling for a moment, Nishikawa sighed and said helplessly:
"Remember what I told you about Central 46 before?"
Naraku Sora nodded.
"To say something treasonous, actually many troubles are brought by these high-and-mighty big shots."
Nishikawa's eyes were filled with complexity, and his voice became a bit lower.
"The so-called rebels most likely have nobles backing them."
"And their purpose in doing so is often to bring more benefits to their own families."
"But some things cannot be put on the table. If they tear off the facade directly, it won't look good for anyone."
"Therefore, the nobles cultivated batch after batch of Shinigami rebels independent of the Gotei 13 to extract benefits in secret."
"Such as population, minerals, business, etc."
Naraku Sora was thoughtful, but then said with a calm face:
"But what does this have to do with me, a vanguard of justice?"
"Someone invaded the Detention Room, trying to rescue sinners, and I appeared just in time to stop a crime."
"If you have anything to say, go say it to my Lady Warden."
Although Nishikawa didn't say it explicitly, the meaning between the lines was already obvious.
The half-dead person lying on the ground was a member of the nobility. Coming to the Detention Room this time was most likely to silence the previous rebels.
But he was a step too late.
Before those people could be interrogated, Naraku Sora had escorted them all to hell.
It was fate.
Naraku Sora temporarily didn't have the ability to manage the dirty dealings between nobles.
But thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; in the future, he would settle the score!
After all, suppression benefits also referenced Sin Value.
The higher the sinner's Sin Value, the higher the probability of extracting good things from them.
Judging from the history of Soul Society, those high-and-mighty nobles were almost all the shame of Soul Society, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the root of chaos.
Acts of sin, I will never tolerate.
Listening to Naraku Sora's nonchalant words, Nishikawa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Although it sounds a bit awkward, there's no problem with it."
"With Lady Warden here, those nobles won't dare to mess around in the Central Prison."
"As for this guy..."
Nishikawa thought for a moment:
"Trespassing into the Central Prison, according to Article 167 of the Soul Society Law, one-third of his Reiryoku shall be stripped, and he shall be imprisoned in the First Underground Prison [Tōkatsu]."
"But this guy won't live long, there's no need to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Naraku Sora had already used the binding rope Bakudō to pack the intruder into a dumpling, grabbed him with five fingers, and lifted him up.
"We still have to follow the procedure."
Saying that, he carried the half-dead intruder and walked towards the direction of the underground prison.
Watching his retreating back, Nishikawa wanted to say something but stopped. A bellyful of words finally turned into a helpless sigh.
Once upon a time, his heart was also filled with justice like Naraku Sora.
But as he saw more and more darkness, those heavy burdens piled up one by one, pressing on his heart like mountains.
Crushing Nishikawa until he could almost not breathe.
He murmured in a low voice: "It's really nice, there are always successors..."
Tōkatsu Hell.
Naraku Sora opened the cell door with one hand and threw the intruder in with the other.
[Successfully suppressed sinner Araki Makoto, Sin Value 99, Participation 100%!]
[Your Reiatsu has improved, current Spirit Power Level 10!]
[Your understanding of Hadō has improved, perfect mastery of Hadō #33. Sōkatsui!]
[Your growth potential has increased by 100%!]
Naraku Sora: "?"
What does it mean by growth potential increased by 100%?