Maya, 18, had blossomed into a beautiful and attractive young woman. Despite her obvious increase in height, slimmed-down appearance, hair length, and physical development, her overall appearance remained generally the same. She wore a black Russian cap, a gold tunic, and an olive-green jacket, black pants, and brown boots.
"I got you a job in Mukuro's camp. You will be one of her warriors." Shizuru said. "Make me proud Maya. It's time to use those powers, those tricks—carve a name for yourself in the Demon World."
"A name." Maya said. "I don't even remember my name."
"Then you have something no one else does." Shizuru said.
"What's that?" Maya asked.
"The chance to be whoever you want." Shizuru pushed her out the gate and towards the left path into Mukuro's territory. "And don't come back!"
Maya stared into the craggily rocks and towering spires that was Mukuro's territory.
Was this the person she wanted to be?
A common demon grunt, fodder for Mukuro's endless war?
If only Raizen still lived, then Mukuro and Yomi's incessant battles would be deadlocked again. Instead it was waves of blood.
"Together in Natsumi." Maya read her necklace. "If I go to the capital of Yomi I might find my family. And not die a meaningless death. But..."
"PUU!" A small blue puffball bounced onto her head.
"Puu?" Maya said. "Is that your name, little spirit beast?"
"Puu." Puu said.
"You wanna come with me to Natsumi?" Maya said.
Puu nodded. "Puu puu!"
"Well then. Off we go—our Journey to the Past!" Maya grinned and Puu bounded after her.
