"Is this really right for me, dad?" A young Nana asked. It was her first day at the Death Meister Weapon Academy.
"Of course," Hatsu said, handing her a paper lunch bag. "You'll meet lot's of new friends and learn how to protect yourself. Now scoot, you're about to be late."
"All right, all right. I love you, dad."
"I love you too. Now go!" Nana began her 10 minute walk to the academy, trying to ease her knotted stomach. 'What if they hate me? If I'm not good enough like all the other kids?' She walked up the tall stair case to enter her impending doom. But first she had to check in with Lord Death. Her dad had warned her about him, calling him mean and untrustworthy.
"Oh, hello! You must be Nana Reed. Are you all set to start today?"
"Yeah, I'm just nervous."
"About what?"
"If...if people hate me or something."
"Hate you? Nana, they don't know you. It's up to you to make sure they do, that they know the Nana you want them to know." She slowly smiled.
"Thank you, Lord Death. I'll be on my way now." Now what the hell was her dad talking about being mean?