Welcome to Gaia! ::

Shiroichi walked into the classroom, and took his seat behind the desk closest the board. "Hello, there," he said. "I'm Mafuu Shiroichi. It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled gently at his new teacher.

Death stood up and stepped out in front of his students. "Good morning, I'll be your sensei today. You can call me Death. It's nice to meet you Raiko and Mufasa! How are you liking the town so far?" Death wore a big smile, he was very cheery today.

Raiko gave a nod in Shiroichi's direction before facing her teacher. "Nice to meet ya, teach. The town's looking hot, the townspeople even hotter." Her eyes went to Death's navy blue hair. She liked a man with good hair so she was sure she and Death would get along just great.

Shiroichi liked Death's directness. He found that subtlety hindered a person's path to enlightenment because it was steeped in too many misunderstandings. Shiroichi gave a small smile, thinking over his response very carefully. It wasn't his intention to make up some sort of lie, but he found the human speech was sometimes inadequate in its attempt to explain even the simplest of things. "The reason I'm here," the fair haired teen began, "is because I'm in hiding. There are those I am not yet ready to fight in pursuit of me. As for why I'm special," Shiroichi paused. He looked down at the forehead protector around his left ankle. Where he was from, by the people he most treasured, he was worshiped as an incarnation of a deity, but he didn't feel any real difference between himself and other people. He decided on an answer that he truly felt was the right one. "Special is a word that connotes difference. I feel that that is an illusion forged by the mind in its efforts to construe a world from the emptiness," Shiroichi hesitated for a while before continuing. "I suppose it is this belief that makes me who I am." His voice was soft and gentle as he finished, his sky blue eyes on Death's.

Death looked awkwardly at Shiroichi and then laughed at Raiko's response. It's not that Death disagreed with Shiroichi, Death just didn't want to get into the deep details of anything. Personally, Death tried to avoid philosophy and preferred to view the world in its simplest form. He had decided to follow this way of life ever since his accident all those years ago. It was the deep core of Death's religion which had caused him so much pain and what inspired this avoidance of philosophy or anything beyond the surface of the world. Fear controlled Death, but he vowed himself to never show it.

On the other hand, Raiko was Death's kind of girl! She was very friendly and liked to have fun. Death lived in a similar way, he just did what he wanted. Fortunately, he liked to fight which helped him become such a good shinobi. His strength was also thanks to his original powers. They were surprising and mysterious. With his mind on the topic, Death decided to move into the next section of class. "Good," he began. "So what about abilities? Are you strong, flexible, quick, cunning?" Listing strengths was merely Death's quick build up to his real question, one of the most important questions he would ever ask. "And what about power? Can you do something special?" To hint his meaning, Death let out a small pulse of black electricity from his hand which dissipated after consuming some heat.

Raiko watched as Shiroichi created the white bird. 'It's definitely not a summoning. It's gotta be something different.' She looked up at Death and mulled over his question. "Well, I'm certainly fast and flexible," she said with another wink in Death's direction. "I'm also strong. As for powers, I do have a kekkei genkai." She quickly made a few hand seals, muttering, "Unton: Kintoun no Jutsu." She blew out a mist that condenced into a small cloud. Raiko jumped on the cloud, which levitated a few feet off the ground. "Clouds and storms are my forte, cutey-pie," Raiko giggled.