"You'd fit in well at the academy… Why not become a teacher instead?"
It had been so many years had passed since those words had been spoken. And still they rang in the samurai's mind. The weapon, Tsubaki, had hit the nail on the head in realising his deepest wishes.
Fifteen years… Angela was so much older now, no longer the sweet little child. Yet sometimes she still acted like it.
"Mifune! Mifune! Mifune! Time to wake uuuuup!"
He rolled over and smiled at the woman lying next to him ontop of the covers.
"Morning…"
"I made breakfast, so get up!"
"Sure thing…" He rubbed his eyes as he sat up.
So much has changed in the last fifteen years…
He couldn't carry Angela on his shoulders for one thing.
But it was much deeper than that. The whole world had shifted since the time of the Kishin's second walk through the world. With the instatement of the new Reaper, the rules had changed. And in Mifune's personal opinion, for the better.
The rules about hunting human souls had remained the same, as well as the amount of souls required to become a Death Scythe. The main change was that witches were no longer hunted, unless they were found to truly deserve Death's wrath.
That meant Angela was safe in Death City. And Mifune could teach.
It was this thought that woke him up properly, and he hurried to breakfast.
"Alright! Double-chocolate chip pancakes with banana!" The excitable witch cried as she slid them onto his plate.
"Looks good."
"Thank you, Mifune!" She smiled sweetly.
She took a seat opposite and magicked up a cup of coffee for herself as he took a bite.
He felt his face turn blue.
"Angie…"
"Yes?"
"Is this sugar?"
"Uhhh…"
So much has changed in the last fifteen years… but some things will never change, he thought as he forced himself to eat the incredibly salty pancakes.