The Central Great Underground Prison, located not far from the 1st Division barracks, was one of the most important institutions in the Seireitei.
The Shinigami here took orders directly from Central 46 and held a status equal to that of the Gotei 13.
Personnel were usually transferred from other institutions.
Such as the Onmitsukidō, the Kidō Corps, or the Gotei 13.
It was rare for someone like Naraku Sora to become a jailer immediately after graduation.
So much so that when the young man saw the person in charge of the underground prison, he froze on the spot.
A beautiful woman with exquisite features and pale skin sat dignified in the room. Her medium-length black hair hung down smoothly, adorned with an exquisite golden hair ornament.
Her unique temperament formed a sharp contrast with the environment of the underground prison.
The ordinary-faced Shinigami respectfully said, "Lady Warden, the rookie has been brought."
"Name?"
"Naraku Sora."
"Graduation grades?"
"Excellent."
"Excellent?"
The woman raised her head, arching her slender eyebrows. Her flawless black eyes looked the young man up and down:
"The Central Prison is different from other places. If you want to stay here, you must prove your value. It just so happens that new sinners have been sentenced today."
"You will be responsible for escorting them to the corresponding prison level."
Before Naraku Sora could even open his mouth, he was dragged out of the room by the guarding Shinigami and led towards a deep, dark alley.
"That was the Lady Warden of the Central Prison just now. Her status is equivalent to a Captain of the Gotei 13. Before becoming the Warden, she was the Captain of the 12th Division."
"Lady Shutara Senjumaru."
"Legend has it that she can see through a person's fate, so never disobey Lady Warden's orders."
Naraku Sora was stunned for a moment, then a look of realization dawned on him.
No wonder she looked familiar; she was a future big shot of the Zero Division. He hadn't expected her to still be in the Seireitei, actually serving as the highest leader of the Central Prison.
However, this had nothing to do with him; the upcoming work was the key.
He hoped his previous guess was correct.
Soon, under the leadership of the Shinigami named Nishikawa, Naraku Sora saw his mission targets.
Two massive bodies firmly confined by black chains. Hideous white bone masks were embedded on their faces, their mouths grinning almost to their ears, saliva dripping, and their scarlet eyes filled with cruelty and greed.
These were not Shinigami!
Naraku Sora's eyes widened. He pointed at the "sinners" in the open space ahead and said with a stiff expression:
"Senior, is this also under the jurisdiction of our Central Prison?"
Nishikawa nodded helplessly: "If they were ordinary Hollows, they would usually be purified on the spot, but these are not ordinary Hollows..."
"Adjuchas, kid!"
Naraku Sora frowned, rubbed his chin, and pondered for a long time.
Then he nodded and said:
"Is it too late to quit the Central Prison now?"
Nishikawa: "?"
Have you lost your mind, kid? Do you think an Inner Court institution is the Academy cafeteria, where you can come and go as you please?
"Too late."
Nishikawa shook his head and pointed at the two Adjuchas not far away, saying, "If you don't complete Lady Warden's mission, the outcome will be more terrifying than death."
After a brief moment of hesitation, Naraku Sora decided to bite the bullet.
Although his current level wasn't enough to deal with Adjuchas, simply escorting them to the corresponding prison shouldn't be a problem.
After all, he had studied at the Academy for a few years.
Thus, under Nishikawa's surprised gaze, Naraku Sora muttered something under his breath and walked towards the chain-bound Adjuchas.
If one listened closely, they could vaguely distinguish a few iconic Kidō incantations.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the Adjuchas. The black chains only confined their movement and part of their Reiatsu.
Menos Grande always harbored great malice towards Shinigami, so whenever a Shinigami approached, these two big guys would unreservedly release all their Reiatsu.
The air seemed to become viscous, and Naraku Sora's breathing became increasingly difficult.
It felt like a stone was blocking his chest.
Walking was difficult.
Forced by the situation, a tooth-grinding sound erupted from Naraku Sora's mouth, and the Reiatsu within his body condensed rapidly.
Burst!
Under the counter-pressure of powerful force, the oppressive feeling immediately diminished by more than half, and his steps became much lighter.
Seeing this scene, a trace of astonishment flashed even in the eyes of the Adjuchas.
Many Shinigami had come over these past few days, but aside from that beautiful woman who almost slapped them both to death with one hand, the others were all trash.
Let alone countering with Reiatsu, even an accidental eye contact would scare those Shinigami so much they wouldn't dare to approach.
When did the Central Prison get someone with such guts?
Could it be a Shinigami returning from an outside mission?
While the Adjuchas were still in shock, the young man was already standing in front of them.
Amidst the viscous, interlaced bursts of Reiatsu, Naraku Sora placed his hand on the black chains, grinned at the hideous bone masks, revealing his white teeth:
"Bakudō #11. Tsuzuri Raiden!"
As the chanting of the final spell ended, shining golden lightning surged wildly from his palm, instantly covering the chains and rushing into the bodies of the Adjuchas.
The next moment, roars laden with intense pain were deafening.
The chains confining the Menos clattered loudly. Their blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the young man in front of them, trying to vent their inner anger in this way.
After giving a small response, Naraku Sora turned his head to look behind him and shouted:
"Senior, which level of Hell should these two guys be locked in?"
Nishikawa had been dumbfounded by Naraku Sora's series of operations. Although he knew this kid was a top graduate from the Academy and had at least the level of a mid-seated officer.
But wasn't he the same?
Yet, when facing these two ferocious Adjuchas, even a battle-hardened prison warden like Nishikawa couldn't help but feel fearful.
But this kid seemed to not know what fear was. Not only did he charge head-on against their Reiatsu, but he even fired off a spell to suppress them once he got close.
"Cough, cough, the First Level, Tōkatsu Hell."
Nishikawa came back to his senses and replied hurriedly.
As soon as the voice fell, Naraku Sora pulled the chains, allowing the Menos' Reiatsu to rage around him, and walked firmly towards the direction of the underground prison.
The subsequent process was simple: go all the way down along the wide corridor, then find empty cells in the Tōkatsu Hell.
Open the cell door, put the Menos in, and close the cell door.
After doing all this, a voice suddenly sounded in Naraku Sora's ear. Ripples appeared in the air like water, and a black light screen floated before his eyes.
[Successfully suppressed Sinful Hollow Adjuchas, Sin Value 777, Participation 5%!]
[Your Reiatsu has improved, current Spirit Power Level 12!]
[Your Hakuda has improved.]
[You have gained the Power of Hollow!]
Naraku Sora, who was just immersed in the improvement of his strength, suddenly widened his eyes, his expression freezing instantly.
Wait!
The power of what?