Naruto's Journey to Training

Madara took back the Truth-Seeking Ball and looked calmly at Yamamoto Genryusai, who had a broken arm.

"Do you still want to dance? With your strength, I am willing to admit that you have the appearance of Yama!"

Yamamoto Genryusai looked at the Ryujin Jakka that fell not far away, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Since the establishment of the Toba 13th Division, I have decided to use my life to protect the stability of Soul Society. If you want Soul Society to surrender, you must die!"

After saying this, Yamamoto Genryusai's figure flashed, and he grasped the Ryujin Jakka again, and then pointed his Zanpakutō at Madara.

"So, intruder, I will show you what Soul Society's strongest Zanpakutō is."

"Everything is reduced to ashes!"

"Ryujin Jakka, Bankai! Zanka no Tachi!"

Along with Yamamoto Genryusai's roar like a bell, the entire Soul Society seemed to be set on fire in an instant.

Instantly, they were plunged into a sea of ​​heat. Billowing white smoke formed by high temperature evaporation rose from countless corners, like white dragons rising into the sky.

A terrifying and heart-pounding high temperature quickly spread out, like a scorching hot cage, tightly enveloping the entire Soul Society.

The surrounding air seemed unable to withstand such heat and trembled and shook violently.

The heat wave rolled and surged, and wherever it went, everything turned to ashes, as if it was really going to evaporate the entire world completely!

The Zanpakutō in his hand turned into a broken katana with sparks of fire.

Madara felt the temperature rising horribly around him, and looked at the old man opposite him with a slightly frown.

"You keep saying that you want to protect Soul Society, but you ignore the restrictions of your own abilities and forcefully activate a large-scale forbidden technique. In this way, what are you protecting, Soul Society or the chair you're sitting on?"

Madara looked at the souls in the depths of Soul Society that were about to dry up due to the burning, and a hint of mockery appeared between his brows.

"Hmph, as long as I can kill you as soon as possible, everything can be saved!" Yamamoto Genryusai remained unmoved.

"Haha! Old man! Arrogance has to have a limit. Since you are so ignorant, I will show you the tip of the iceberg of the underworld!"

After saying this, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from Madara's body. This aura contained spiritual pressure, domineering, and the murderous intent of him as the Shura of the Ninja World.

The three forces intertwined and merged with each other. In an instant, Yamamoto Genryusai felt that he was suppressed from all aspects in soul, spirit and body by the guy opposite him.

Madara remained silent and said, "Since you all like to use knives, it's not impossible for me to play with you!" After saying that, Madara stretched out his right hand and covered his left eye with his palm as if holding a knife.

In an instant, the Rinnegan in Madara's left eye lit up, and the lines in the eye rotated rapidly.

"Come out, Yama's Blade!"

As Madara finished speaking, the pattern of the Rinnegan on Madara's left eye spun at high speed and quickly connected into one, then turned into a dark mirror lake that reflected everything.

A huge black door stands above the Mirror Lake, and in the center of the door is carved a huge evil ghost head with a green face and fangs, looking extremely ferocious.

As the door opened, a black knife filled with countless deathly aura was seen inside the door.

The black knife was engraved with dense runes, and countless souls were floating around it.

Madara's right hand slowly lifted away from his left eye, and as he moved, the black knife placed behind the door also began to make a sound.

After a while, there was a shrill and terrifying howl, and the black knife flew out of the door in an instant, as if it passed through Madara's eyes.

The handle of the knife appeared directly in Madara's palm. Madara grasped the handle tightly, and then pulled it out from his left eye without hesitation.

As the black sword fully appeared, the air that was originally heated by Yamamoto Genryusai's Bankai became scorching hot.

It was instantly filled with a chill, and the sky above the entire Soul Society was instantly shrouded in a dark cloud.

Countless ghosts and evil spirits were densely scattered in the air, baring their fangs and waving their claws. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were endless.

Red lightning flashed in the sky among the dark clouds, and the dull sound shocked all the souls in Soul Society.

At the same time, all the ordinary souls in Soul Society, who were originally unable to bear the scorching heat, instinctively fell to the ground towards Madara.

Their faces were full of piety and fanaticism, as if Ban was their real master.

Yamamoto Genryusai's originally indifferent expression suddenly changed at this moment.

Because he found that he actually had an urge to surrender to the man in front of him, and this urge was extremely strong, as if something terrible would happen if he did not surrender.

Madara quietly held the long, dark Yama Blade and walked step by step from the sky towards Yamamoto Genryusai.

As Madara's figure got closer, at this moment an intense struggle appeared on Yamamoto Genryusai's face.

At the same time, his legs, which had been standing straight, began to bend slightly unnaturally.

"This...what the hell is this!?"

Yamamoto Genryusai looked at Madara with horror.

Because as Madara got closer, his legs bent more unnaturally.

Even though he tried hard to stop this extremely humiliating action in his heart, the instinctive trembling from his body still made him want to kneel down.

Madara continued to walk towards Yamamoto Genryusai step by step.

Looking at Yamamoto Genryusai's confused, fearful and struggling expression, Madara curled up a slight smile.

"It seems you really want to know why! Actually, it's okay to tell you.

As Yama, the chief god of the underworld, I control the life and death of countless souls.

The half-living weapon hatched from my soul naturally represents the authority of the underworld.

The authority of the underworld naturally represents the natural submission and fear of all souls. He is the embodiment of Yama's authority and the object of submission of all ghosts and gods! "

"Now you understand what the underworld is. It is a transit station for the cycle of life and death. It is the destination of death and the beginning of a new life!"

As Madara spoke, he also walked in front of Yamamoto Genryusai.

Madara pressed the Yama Blade in his hand against Yamamoto Genryusai's brow. At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai could no longer resist the instinctive fear in his heart, and he suddenly knelt down in front of Madara.

The Zanka-dachi in his hand let out an unprecedented wail, and the blade continued to tremble slightly, as if it was extremely frightened of something.

Madara gently placed the Yama Blade on Yamamoto Genryusai's head. The sharp blade pricked Yamamoto Genryusai's scalp, leaving a trace of red blood.

Madara pressed the blade down slightly, and Yamamoto Genryusai's head, which had been stubbornly raised, slowly lowered to the ground with Madara's insignificant strength.

Until his forehead hit the dry ground heavily.

"Shame, incomparable shame!" At this moment Yamamoto Genryusai was extremely angry, so angry that he wanted to destroy everything.

His fists were tightly clenched into the dirt on the ground. He wanted to resist. He wanted to do whatever it took, even if it meant self-destruction, to kill the man in front of him who had humiliated him.

But he couldn't do it. His body and soul were trembling. No matter how angry he was, he could only crawl humbly in front of the man in front of him and let him do whatever he wanted.

At this time, the captain of the 12th Division was not in a much better situation.

At this moment, no matter who they are, how strong their spiritual pressure is, or how powerful their Zanpakuto are, they can only kneel on the ground trembling.

He was unable to move, and didn't even dare to have the slightest disrespectful thought towards the man not far away.

Because once they have this thought, they will feel a fear as if they are about to die filling their hearts.

Even this fear is not the strongest. The strongest is the indelible pain and fear that comes from the sixth sense, which is like a premonition.

It was as if death was only the lowest level of punishment for their disrespect to the man not far away, and the higher level of punishment was endless pain and torture.

Madara looked at the Soul Society's Death Gods kneeling down in large numbers, and a hint of boredom flashed in his eyes. This was also the reason why he didn't want to use this half-life weapon in the beginning.

Because once he uses it, he doesn't even need to dance, the enemy will just kneel down. What's the point of that?