Shinigami sama was kneeling down at his table with a soothing hot cup of green tea in hand looked up at the curled clouds rolling against the sky-blue ceilings and walls of the Deathroom. "Oh my, my" he sighed.

Even though Kishin Ashura had been defeated, and things were back to normal (well, mostly, for around here anyway) he was still attached to the city. Almost all of the students at the DWMA had gone off on a different missions and tasks that the reaper had assigned them to do. Collect kishin-eggs, hunting witches, paying time in a some sorta remedia lesson, ect…..

"Boredom" he muttered, 'and freedom'… 'are parts of life' he thought as he looked down and stared at the floating leaf in his tea.