After years of being away from home and with all the conflict died down, I finally decided to go see Lord Death. The only thing that drew me back to the DWMA was a urgent call from Death himself. Usually I ignore his calls and go on with my daily route, but something was wrong with this call. It interested me, and despite being halfway around the world, I decided its time to go back to that retched academe.
In Lord Death's room I sat in a chair sluggishly with me feet propped up on the arm, as I watched a report on a few students and their fight with The Kishen. In my opinion I couldn't really care less about the whole kishen business. After a big yawn and stretch, I stood up and faced lord Death.
"So these are your one star students?" I asked, folding my arms and shutting my eyes.
"Yes, but I'm thinking of bumping them up a star since they did so well! What do you think?" He also asked.
"Well what I think is you're getting old, if a few kids defeated something you couldn't...Plus I couldn't care less of what you do and I can't believe this is what you called me all the way here for. Ugh! This was a waste of time." I sighed, putting me hand in my pockets and walking off.
"I'm am not old! I'm in my prime years thank you very much,"Death said, crossing his arms."hey, wait! Don't you want to meet them. They are considered protégés. You know, I need a substitute for Professor Stein and it just so happens to be their class!" He sang, trying to persuade me.
"Aren't I too young? Remember I'm only 17." I replied , slowly walking away.
"Oh please! You're a legend at this school and you can teach the kids stuff no one else can do! I have no one else to ask..." Death pleaded, following my footsteps like a puppy.
"Ugh, fine..." I sighed as I gave in.
"Great!," he popped up. "You can start now!