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Tuhinga o Mua made her way through the Village of Hidden Soul to the meager training grounds that the minor Village possesed for it's ninja to train in. The object of the day's exercise was to begin developing this mortal form's powers and to evolve her use of taijutsu as well as her innate powers with jutsu and chakra. It was not an entirely foreign concept to the girl, who would be the Reaper of Souls, the Angel of Death, also known by some religions as the Grim Reaper. Tuhinga o Mua knew that in order to develope it's powers within this girl's body it was going to take time, and more importantly some practice. The effort that needed to be put forth was not a deterrant, but more a motivating factor for the Death Eater that walked these streets of this cursed Village.

Evil had proliferated too long, and the sins of man had been allowed to flourish in this peaceful era the shinobi world had enjoyed for far too long. Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Greed, Envy, and Wrath had all been festering like pestulant bubbles in the fabric of man and the evidence of such had become exceedingly clear over the past few years since the Death Eater, Tuhinga o Mua, had come into existence in the mortal flesh. Fear, Guilt, and Retribution had been absent for a majority of this one-hundred years of peace. The effects were not beyond repair, but it would take more power than the spirit currently possesed in order to fully see it's goals and dreams realized in this degenerating social condition. Humans had become, for the most part, existential. Their lives held little to no meaning and the purpose they were built for was, for the most part, entirely ignored with no threat to their livelyhood.

With the goal in mind, Tuhinga o Mua took her place at a training dummy in the facility and made a single hand sign before clapping her palms together and then pulling them apart as she manifest her dark chakra. A sword came into being from the blackness of her deadly element and she spun the blade around in her hand before coming to a formal, two-handed grip. She lashed at the dummy before her in a slicing motion, and smirked as the blade passed through the entity and would have cut at it's soul, if it had one. "Practice makes perfect. Soon the weary will come to me, and I will grant them rest.", the silver-haired angel of death incarnate said with a grim smirk on her fair visage before she made another slicing motion with the chakra generated weapon.

The flesh was but a vessel for the more meaty morsel anyway, the spirit. It was this ethereal concept that many had lost touch with that had caused the plague on humanity's sense of purpose and morality, at least from the Reaper of Souls' point of view. If this condition of the Human existence was allowed to persist, then the world itself would become plagued with the lazy, the fat, the proud, the greedy, the sexually perverse, the envious, and the worst of all; The wrathful. The wrath of man was something that the world should fear beyond all of the other seven sins that they could indulge in. Not that Tuhinga o Mua was against any of the sins in their entirety, as the spirit of death did have a lustful streak of her own from time to time when it suited it's needs. It was the steeping in overindulgence that had made this plane of existence wreak with the stench of an evil that had yet to make itself clear that she had an issue with.