His eyes roamed about the street as he walked, humming a bit to himself as he did so. The click of his shoes against the pavement was perhaps unusual, but it was a minor trick for one such as him. It reminded him of simpler times, of better days. It made his eyes flutter closed on particularly warm days, with the sun leering down at him as the pavement of the cities of Japan baked in its rays. The arid-ness of his childhood home could never be replicated in an island like this, but the warmth, pulling itself around him and holding him close was like a whisper dancing on the air.
Though, a complaint like that was of little value to him in either respect- after all, there was little point be-moaning the differences when the small island nation held many small wonders that he could only get when he was away from his old home. The fluttering leaves of the sakura trees, or the delightfully busy hustle and bustle of the city streets about him- those were the things that made his heart sing a little bit. People, free and happy, their mortal souls bouncing along without a care in the world, as if the small chill that shifted through the air as he came into town wasn't massaging its way into their nerves and dancing along the edges of their mind. His soul was not like the warm inviting hug that those of centuries past knew.
No, it had not been like that for a while and would stay this way for an age longer.
Something had called out to him in this land, however; his feet had been drawn here to across the seas. That which had hidden itself away from him was no longer in the luxury of escaping the gaze of a being far beyond its knowledge or kin. In a time past, perhaps he would be worried about this soul coalescing into something far greater- something that in his younger years could have threatened the world. The soul had been sent crashing to earth a few years past; his work had almost been done for him. But whomever confronted the wretched soul and nearly killed it failed to do the job, and now here his feet had brought him.
Humans had changed so much in the years since Quirks had been discovered. Strange abilities, created by a gene that mutated on its own. It was not the result of forced experimentation or from the war between humanity and the supernatural, a war that was far over. It was ironic in some ways, as it seemed that quirks were like a stopper on their souls; a chain that which they could not break on their own. It made truly spiritually Evil humans lessen over time- oh yes, there were those who were villainous and malicious, whom which the wider world deemed that there was no chance to change or save. They labeled these people as Evil, but he was one of the few left after the centuries of upheaval what that word used to mean. It was a dark blessing or a beautiful curse, dependent on how much one sympathize with the tortured dreams of one such as he.
Pausing, he looked up at the gate of the place he was about to wander past, black cloak whipping about his feet as his golden eyes looked up to peer at the archway before him. Tall, proud, imposing, as nearly imposing as the buildings contained behind its wall. Souls of a young age were shuffling from room to room, in a way that made his heart thud a bit louder beneath his breast, livening up in a way he had not felt in a long time. It squeezed and pushed against him, crying out in remembrance. He looked away for a moment, because of what use was there to remember such a thing anyway? A Death Scythe was not in his hand and he doubted whether one would ever be again.
The rapid hit of feet on the pavement rapidly approaching him made his eyes look up in curiosity- and then they widened yet a fraction more. Wild green filled his senses and the pulsing beautiful soul in front of him hummed with a barely hidden power to it. Looking over the soul as it approached, he was shocked then thrilled then curious as he realized that the etchings and movements across the soul of this young human denoted his status as a Demon Weapon. Yet how that was in this new world of quirks, when so much of the Demon Weapon race had been wiped out, he knew not.
"S-Sorry, uh, please I need to get to class, I'm running very late-! Uh not on purpose-!" The boy stammered as he barely slowed down as he neared, making him suddenly realize he did in fact need to move out of the way so this eager student would not miss his more interesting lectures. Or rather, what he assumed were interesting; if their classes were anything like that which happened at the Death's Weapon Meister Academy centuries ago then he was sure the excitable young man's energy would be run through by the end of the day.
Taking a step, he nodded at the boy as a grateful smile was turned his way. His lips quirked upwards, still silent as they had been for a while now and likely would still be for an age more.
All he received at first was a confused blink from the short boy, as likely his years without caring to interact with humanity as a general concept had dulled his ability to convey his inner emotions. But perhaps the subtle turn of his lips was enough to at least satisfy the other, as he received a hasty, "Thank you-!" The Student then began booking it again, rushing his way past through the gate beyond.
It did make him look back towards the gate, his soul humming through and around him, the wind swirling a bit more about him. Perhaps his senses had dulled in their centuries of wandering, but how had the Demon Weapon managed to have such a powerful soul without the ability to collect Evil humans freely or that of Witches? It was nonsensical and something he did not expect to see; it scratched at the edges of his Madness, demanding that the rules of the past be followed, or the Order be restored to the new rules of the world. Truly strange.
He looked up at the building again, etching the logo of the school into his mind before turning away to continue his slow but now more purposeful walk down the street. This was a boy to watch while he searched for the wretched soul that forced his hand to travel here. He would have to see if there would be a way to gain an audience with him. Perhaps not for a while yet, however. At least not until there was a natural way to make his introduction.
After all, what human enjoyed meeting Death?