Naruto's Journey to Training

Madara gently tapped Yamamoto Genryusai's old face, which was flushed with anger, with the blade of his sword.

"Now you understand the gap between you and me. No matter how powerful you are, without authority, you are just an ant that can be slaughtered at will in front of the King of Hell. Your so-called pride and strength are not worth mentioning at all!"

Yamamoto Genryusai felt the icy touch slapping his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, his old face was slammed into the ground, and he turned his head with difficulty to look at Madara.

"Do you think that if you humiliate me like this, I will recognize your so-called underworld? Even if I die here, don't expect me to truly bow my head!"

“Haha, since you’re so insistent, kneel down if you want! I want to see how long the pride in your heart can keep you kneeling here like a dog!”

A trace of disdain flashed in Madara's eyes. Does the government really have to make this old guy surrender? If he is stubborn, Madara can make this old guy kneel down forever.

Under Yamamoto Genryusai's cannibalistic gaze, a sneer appeared on Madara's lips.

"Yan Luo's command, kneel!"

Accompanied by a light sigh from Madara, the Yama Blade in Madara's hand, with its densely covered runes on the blade, began to wriggle.

Then countless runes formed the word "kneel". Under Yamamoto Genryusai's astonished gaze, this strange black word was suddenly engraved on his bald head.

However, after understanding the rules of this rune, Yamamoto Genryusai's body trembled violently.

Because a clear message came into his mind, which roughly meant that when he truly submitted to the underworld, he would be able to truly stand up.

However, he didn't quite believe it at first, but when Ban walked past him, he found that he still couldn't get up. At this moment, his heart was filled with a trace of real fear.

"No... No! How could such a thing exist? I don't believe it. I absolutely won't believe it!"

Yamamoto Genryusai kept comforting himself in his heart.

He wanted to use his enormous strength, but the spiritual pressure that he used to command as easily as an arm was completely silent, and even his body seemed not to belong to him at this moment.

However, he could clearly feel all the sensations in his body.

That humiliating posture and the cold temperature of the ground.

At this moment he finally understood what Bai had just said, which meant that if he did not recognize the underworld from the bottom of his heart, he would kneel here in this position forever.

Thinking of this, even though Yamamoto Genryusai still had a lot of pride in his heart, he couldn't help but panic. After all, this strange power from the heart was really unsolvable.

"My boy, if you come back, I will submit to the underworld!"

What he was thinking in his mind was to pretend to submit to this mysterious force of the underworld.

After he escapes, he will contact the Death Gods of Squad Zero of the Soul King Palace, and then wipe out this underworld in one fell swoop.

However, Madara ignored his call and walked straight towards the captains of the 12th Division.

Looking at the many captains who were also kneeling on the ground, Madara looked at them with a cold look.

As Madara's gaze swept over them one by one, a trace of uneasiness and fear flashed in the eyes of every kneeling Death God captain.

They were not as powerful as Yamamoto Genryusai. When Madara approached, the fear in their hearts made them unable to help but bow their heads.

It’s just that Madara didn’t use the full power of the Yama Blade, so at this moment they could still barely stand straight.

"Okay! It's your turn now. Do you want to surrender to the underworld, or kneel here forever like your captain? Make your choice!

You only have one chance, and if you were not so closely connected to this world, this choice would not even be presented to you."

The captains of the 12th Division were all startled and their eyes couldn't help but look at Yamamoto Genryusai who was still kneeling on the ground. Everyone was very conflicted at this moment.

After all, if they surrender to the Underworld, they will be betraying Soul Society, but if they don’t surrender, they are no match for the opponent in their current state.

How can they resist like this?

Just as the atmosphere gradually fell silent, a hint of impatience flashed in Madara's eyes. What he hated most was people who procrastinated.

"I'll give you three minutes. If you haven't made a choice after three minutes, you will stay here with your captain!"

After saying that, Madara casually drew a clock on the ground with a knife.

The clock, which was originally just a picture, suddenly started to move due to a strange force. The clock only had a three-minute timer.

"Clap! Clap!"

It was as if the second hand of a real clock kept hitting the captains' hearts, causing every Death Captain to begin to experience intense mental exhaustion, with beads of sweat pouring out of their foreheads.

Time passed by little by little, and as the second hand went around twice, it reached the last minute.

Finally, under the strong psychological pressure, Mayuri Kurotsuchi of the 12th Division couldn't help but speak.

"My Lord... I, the 12th Division, am willing to submit to the underworld."

In an instant, all the captains turned their eyes to Kurotsuchi Mayuri.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri grinned.

"Everyone, do we still have a choice now? If we hesitate any longer, we will be like Captain Yamamoto, kneeling here for the rest of our lives and being humiliated.

Do you really have the confidence to hold out to the end with such a punishment? You know, we are all captains of Soul Society. When we are pointed at by ordinary souls, I hope your pride will not collapse! "

Following Kuroshio Mayuri's explanation, every captain's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Captain Yamamoto kneeling on the ground in a humiliating posture not far away, they no longer hesitated at this moment.

They are not afraid of death, but living in such humiliation is unbearable for their pride.

"My Second Division is willing to surrender."

"My Third Division is willing to surrender."

........

"The Sixth Division is willing to surrender!" Kuchiki Byakuya replied coldly and said no more.

After all, surrendering is the ultimate humiliation for him as a nobleman, but if he had to be like Yamamoto Genryusai, he would wish to die immediately.

.........

"The Tenth Division is willing to surrender!" Toushirou also said silently. His pride was shattered when his Zanpakuto shattered, and now he is just following the crowd!

Seeing the Death God captains expressing their submission one by one, Madara nodded slightly, then waved his hand, and twelve tokens flew out of his hand instantly.

Twelve tokens glowing with a dark light flew in front of all the Death God captains.

Under the confused eyes of the twelve captains, everyone only felt an intense tearing pain in their souls.

A white mark of the true spirit flew out from his forehead and instantly sank into the twelve-sided token.

Afterwards, the captains of the Death Gods felt their souls become clear, along with a refreshing coolness in their bodies. The spirit particles in their bodies were rapidly being eroded and fused by a mysterious force.

Then a strong gust of cold wind burst out from everyone's body.

What followed was that everyone felt that they suddenly had control over a mysterious power.

This power is absolute control over the soul.

And possessed a certain status initially bestowed by the underworld.

After quickly sorting out the information conveyed by the person in their minds, they also understood their next responsibilities and some rules set by the underworld.

Seeing that the twelve people had successfully taken up their posts, Madara nodded with satisfaction.

“From now on, you will be affiliated with the Twelve Underworld Divisions of the Netherworld, and you will have the power to inspect both the Yin and Yang worlds.

But the rules of the underworld are different from those of the Soul Society. That is, you cannot easily break the boundary between life and death. You must not interfere in the affairs of the living, and you must not neglect your duties in the affairs of the dead! Do you understand? "

Many death captains felt a chill in their hearts. From this moment on, they were bound to the underworld in life and death. The stronger the underworld was, the stronger they would be. Once the underworld suffered a devastating blow, they would immediately be shattered.

At the same time, they must strictly enforce the rules set by the underworld. Otherwise, once they are entangled by karma, the Eighteen Levels of Hell will be their final destination.

This kind of life-and-death relationship made the captains of the 12th Division feel extremely uncomfortable.

From then on, no matter how powerful they were, they could not easily interfere with the development of the world. To be honest, they felt a little regretful.

After all, although Soul Society had many constraints in the past, these constraints had never been imposed on captain-level Shinigami like them.

And from today on, they will be trapped by the underworld, not only that, they have to serve the underworld with all their heart and soul.