Prologue
The first thing I think when I wake up in the morning was along the lines of "Ughhhh". I wasn't really a morning person. My mind felt sluggish and sad and last night was rough. I had to come home late and I didn't get much rest. But the worst thing today is knowing that my father and his death scythe, Spirit are going to bug me all day about choosing a weapon. They've been on it all week, persuading me, pushing me and invading my personal space. Spirit even popped up on my front door steps and just came in. Then he proceeded to touch things and caused asymmetry to spread across the house. I sighed, what can you do? At least my room remained was symmetrical.
After the regular morning routine (and falling down the stairs landing face first) I headed over to Shibusen where my father would be waiting in the Death Room. When I arrived at Shibusen I couldn't help but stop and look at the symmetry. After all it is my father's school.
As I walked inside the halls were emptied and everyone was in their class learning what ever it is that they're learning. The door to the EAT class was open and I snuck a glance. I saw a teacher that I was told named Sid telling the class of their duty of killing a Kishin egg before it becomes a Kishin. The kids just nodded and few toke notes while some didn't seem to be paying attention. There were few people compared to the NOT classes. The EAT class is the "Especially Advanced Talent" which takes up only 10% of the school. The NOT class is the "Normally Overcome Target" around 90% of the school. I really wonder which idiot came up with that name. It sounded like they are people that rush in to battle and are overcome by the enemy daily. Then I remember it's my father's school so I decide to not say anything.
I stopped walking. In front of me was the door to the Death Room, in fact it was kindly labeled so. I pulled at my collar and placed my hand on the handle. I sighed and opened the door.