Our story begins with a small student of the shinigami academy in the afterlife. Standing at a decent 5'9",long green hair scruffy bangs that normally went over the right side of his face. The less than enthused Rokuga was receiving his first Age(pronounced Ah-gey here). Which was a traditional assignment of intermediate Shinigami's in the academy. Living in the afterlife did indeed have its perks, you could quite literally mess with space and time and it not actually have an effect on the prime universes time line. Holding true to the theory that what has gone back from the future into the past has already occurred in the present. Rokuga could definitely be described as somewhat cynical, but this is what he had been looking towards since his first entry into the academy. 19 and wanting desperately for the freedom intermediates had, he could proudly say he had a Two star certificate in his academic progression. Newbies spend the first two years at the academy as a One Star. The next three to five years you're a two star to start, and can gain up to 5 stars. You need at least four to graduate in order to call yourself a full Shinigami. The Age assignment is what made up your final years at the academy, the objective was to fix a certain timelines problem with the supernatural.
Demons, ghosts, sometimes just helping common spirits move on. Rokuga was handed a gorgeous looking death scythe for his assignment. It was the AR54, their where many like it but this one was his. His in particular was crafted specifically towards him, as most scythes where from the academy. Investing personally into the students to give them a weapon they would excel with, but be the standard scythe. His in-particular carried the uniform onyx black staff but rather than simply one blade it had two. The largest one symbolizing the top and having an inky black gradient into the starry silver blade it held. Similar to the claws of hell itself, if it where to be described as such, that held the blade onto the staff. The second blade was much smaller, representing the bottom of the scythe. Its decorations not even nearing the complexity of the beginning of his scythe which had a similar formation to a raven's head with the afforementioned hands as its beak. Even light lines of, what looked like, brimstone had made cracks and veins along his staff; with a comfortable grip placement for both his hands. It was just right, the perfect weight, giving a few playful swings in front of his instructor; he couldn't but feel this satisfying feeling of being a full shinigami, despite still being a student.
His instructor on the other hand, an old man full of life, ironically being a god of death; could only look at him with awe and kinship. He was a crooked old man, a long scraggly beard with half moon glasses that where gilded. His eyes a soft dimmed emerald and his cheeks dusted in blush. His high cheekbones and leaned over stature, including loose puffy robes made him look like some mock version of Santa Clause.
"Now now, relax you might take my eye out boy!" He called with a jovial laugh added to it. Waving his hand and approaching with his oak wood staff tapping the ground as he made his way over, and by making his way over he was really just making a stiff shuffle towards him.
Rokuga, almost feeling bad for his instructor, made a wanting motion to help the father figure his instructor was. Offering his hand but was simply dismissed, pressing that he needed no help.
"Really you should get some type of wheel chair." Rokuga said with a half hearted chuckle, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. His teacher giving him a harsh pat on the back and waving his staff in Rokuga's face in exasperation.
"And be like one of those old coots! I think white as rain! Just watch me go, there's still life in this body yet and I'll still be kickin' !" The old mad did a stiff jig, trying hard to emphasize his point but a hard electric shock of pain up in his back made him stop and lean against his staff.
"Well, There's still life in you, that's for sure." Rokuga said with a simple sigh before following his instructor into his office. The office was beautifully decorated place to behold. Star signs adorned the wall in a golden shimmery paint, a soft dark blue rug that faded into a midnight black, seamlessly blending into the wall. The ceiling up above them both showed a star map of the prime galaxy where their main form of business took place, the milky way; Its sister Andromeda directly beside it. He took a seat in his extremely comfortable chair and leaned back with a loud groan of satisfaction before using his own magic to lift a scroll from the shelf and bring it over to him. "Congrats on becoming an intermediate," he began, shifting his bifocals on his nose.
"Your age assignment or more over your graduation assignment will be to get rid of extra Demons and any other supernatural problems that are causing a rise in ancient Nihon. We will be putting you in the feudal era,I believed you where more than capable of taking care of the demons during this time. But not only that we've seen an odd spacial rip. Where these demons are now leaking into the present somehow, we'd like you to minimize or even nullify the threat, if at all possible. You will continue working in this era, of course, till you've acquired at least a four star rank at the end of your five years there. " Finally finished speaking, he rolled up the scroll and passively handed it over to Rokuda. The man barely able to hold back his excitement, he felt like he was going to burst with joy. His normal 'I don't give a shit' expression ripped into a wide smile as he danced a bit in place holding the scroll; his teacher on the other hand was quick to die down his happiness, as much as he didn't want to.
"Now, now, don't get too excited. There a few rules regarding this. Your objective is to take care of the supernatural and the dead, not the living. You do not personally interact with mortals unless absolutely necessary, you are meant to be similar to a ghost and to other supernatural beings that is what your aura will be as well. Do not go around just picking up food at random where people can obviously see the object." He said with a slightly flustered groan added to it. "Make it sly at least or take off your haori to appear mortal to them so you can gain food. Not only that, not all demons are evil, you are to exercise demons who are outwardly causing trouble for the living. The rules aren't terribly strict but you are going to be a god of death. Take it with some professionalism and humility."
Rokuda understood full well at this point, lifting his scythe proudly and shrinking it into a keychain as for easier transport and putting on his belt with pride. He made an internal note that his current hoodie and tracksuit looking attire may not be the best thing to wear for feudal japan. A wardrobe change seemed like the first thing he may have to do.
"I'm sure that I'll be more than capable ,my training has led up to this,I will become a Shinigami by the end of these five years. Mark my words." He said with such affirmation, his words whereas good as an oath by blood.