The Day of Healing is Over

The crew was back at the DWMA, they had come back earlier than they should have. Most of the school was still in disarray. Many of the buildings had been torn down, it had suffered a horrendous battle while they were facing Vigrid and it was only barely beginning to recover from it. Maybe in a couple of months it would be back to working conditions. They would be blessed if they if they had a couple of months. Marburg's brother hadn't nearly offered them that much time. He had given them a clock of three weeks and they wasted just about one week returning here. Lord Death seemed equally unpleased by the arrival of the news. When he had heard of Marburg's seal breaking he had seemed worried, when Vigrid had attacked them out of nowhere he was worried, but now face-to-face with his third brother surfacing there was a definite look of despair on his face. Vigrid had been temporarily removed from the equation and Marburg was still in recovery, but if they got their act together it would mean the end. Lord Death was still cooped up here, he couldn't break loose and stop this fight. Vigrid had at least been gracious enough to bring the fight to him…

Nonetheless, action was necessary. Lord Death had immediately called up the rest of the Death Scythes told them about his brother's nefarious plot and ordered them to prepare themselves. Enma and Saul were both at the ready along with their Death Scythes, Rochelle and Virgil, but that still didn't mean victory was theirs. Enma was met with a humiliating defeat at the hands of Lord Death while Saul was met with a similar circumstance against Marbrug. It was beginning to become more and more obvious that no one in his entire school could handle his brothers except for him. Lord Death immediately ordered full recalls of the entire student body at this news as well. A full-scale assault might be their own chance at bringing him down. However, the students were busy and reaching them all was no easy task, then there was still the wait for them to come back. Lord Death was worried that the news may not travel fast enough nor will they. If they weren't properly prepared, they wouldn't stand a chance.

However, was the news of his latest brother the worst news he had received. He had wished it was so, but after some initial tests there was news of the far more troubling sort. Michael. His latest 'arrow' was a sign of greater omens. Lord Death had initially left his unfounded worries ignored, but this latest act had proved to him that he had reasons to worry. The act of binding someone's soul especially someone as inexperienced and as undeveloped as Michael's soul was a dangerous practice. True, the man who had done so had saved Michael's life back then, but it seemed that it was a high cost. Michael's soul had diverged from the path of the ordinary human back then. Its so-called 'moral' compass had been destroyed and was pointing at something far more sinister, perhaps even to the degree of Kishin.

Then again, as pointed out before, Lord Death mentioned that he before they were unfounded worries and they still remained mostly unfounded even today. The arrow could've just been brought forth by a fit of rage. Michael's unsound body mixed with his temporarily unsound mind and had an undesired effect on his abilities. It was a possibility, so once more Lord Death had to withdraw from his inclination to take immediate action against it. If it was truly just a simple fact of being brought on by a fit of rage that uncontrolled by a teenager, it just meant that Michael could grow up and reel it in, perhaps turn it into a truthfully powerful weapon. However, until that fact has been decided Lord Death would definitely need to keep an eye on him.

Someone else has already paid the price for that evil weapon.

(-With Michael-)

"Are you okay?" asked Michael as he continued to dote on the upstanding and upright May. He didn't understand how it had happened, but May had apparently suffered massive damage from the fight. Even May's memory seemed cloudy on the subject. Michael guessed it had something to do with Marburg's brother, but that fact was still unsubstantiated. She had passed out mid-fight, but she didn't break out of her weapon form like she would usually do. It was an odd thing to happen, but it wasn't the first time in DWMA history. May had explained it as being 'drained' and rather than being 'knocked out', she just fell unconscious. Michael had believed that her inspector had known something more, but was too relieved when May finally had become conscious that he didn't probe further.

"I was so worried," brought up Eva as she appeared from the behind the curtain. She was still injured, but she had recovered enough to leave the DWMA…sadly just in time for Michael and the gang to come back around and announce the trouble, so what was supposed to be her vacation was cut into equal parts lying on a bed in pain and training for approaching doom. Suffice to say her vacation was going south fairly fast. "It's nice to see you are up and running again. I wouldn't want someone as nice as you to get injured and spend the rest of the vacation in bed as well." The gang chuckled a bit at the use of the word vacation as this was quickly turning out to be anything but. Shi raised a fuss about it, but Melody's and Ash's conjoined efforts quieted him down. Neither of them particularly wanted to hear it, it was their vacation going down the drain as well. They sighed, but decided this wasn't the time to complain.

Lord Death barely filled them in on their new opponent. They weren't sure if it was out of lack of information in the first place, or if Lord Death still had some lingering feelings towards him. It was apparent that unlike Marburg or even Vigrid, this man didn't want to end the human race. He had a completely different opinion from all three of them. He didn't praise them like Lord Death, he didn't desire mass genocide like Marburg, and he didn't believe an incredible purge was in order like Vigrid. He was probably the only one who was handling this situation without any bias. Nonetheless, though, he had set his eyes on the DWMA and that meant he had to be stopped. He did harbor some kind of hatred for the DWMA as they had stopped his brother's goals. True Lord Death was one of those brothers, but it was simply a matter of statistics. Two outweighed the price of one. He had to side with Marburg and Vigrid.

"We can't just sit around worrying," shouted Saul as he charged into the room. Michael, May, and even Eva were all taken by surprise and due to their training immediately turned around with the intention of chucking some of the items around them at the intruder. Saul simply laughed it off and swatted several of the items away and continued in. "We've done a lot of things together. And I'm impressed with you guys!" He swatted Michael on the back, "your friends are already training downstairs. No time to waste and all that other crap." He wasn't extremely happy with the premise of spending his vacation training either. Nonetheless, he was sucking it up and coming to work. "Your meister is down there as well," Saul said motioning to Eva, "although…I think she's sleeping rather than training." Eva blushed a bit at her own partner's incompetence. She thanked Saul profusely before immediately getting up and rushing downstairs.

"Can't let even the slacker show us up, can we?" Michael asked turning around to face May. May nodded and got up from bed, although she had to brace herself temporarily on one of the bedposts. This act of weakness did not go undetected by either Michael or Saul, but May insisted she was alright. They went forward, May with unencumbered eagerness to put this day of bed rest, behind her and Michael, with a little bit of worries for his dear companion's health. However, his own trust in May and the fact that he knew she wouldn't just risk her life for no reason made him go. That is until Saul clamped his hand down on both of their shoulders and pulled them back in.

"I'm glad you are ready for training, it is nice to see young people so eager," Saul laughed, thinking back to the good ol' days. Today it was a job so he dragged his butt here, but back then even that was a remarkable thing for him to do. "But I've been given orders to put you two through some special training." Despite laughing just minutes ago, he looked serious. It was clear that he was more concerned about what this 'special training' would do than the fact that May just lifted herself out of bed after a several day slumber. "I hope you are ready. These orders came straight from Lord Death himself, so there's no over-turning them." Michael nodded, slowly, which prompted May to nod as well. Whatever Saul had in store for them was something they knew they would have to deal with.

Special Training...that sounds difficult. Whatever will it be?