"Good morning to you all. I'm sure that my son has filled you all in? Hmm?" A single mask placed on a jagged and springy form of black stood in front of seven men and women. His son, the young man in the center of the group, nodded to the shadowy figure that seemed to be his father. "Yes. I informed them all of the current situation." He looked back to his friends and gave them all quick glances before turning back to his father.

Death the Kid, or simply Kid, wasn't all that sure about the situation at hand. It just didn't seem possible, even for the God of Death himself. This person was collecting souls and forcefully feeding them to humans, causing them to form Kishin Eggs and mutate into monstrous forms. That's what they've been told, anyways. The truth was that they weren't just random people. All of the recent Kishin Eggs appeared to have taken the forms of ones that the DWMA have already taken down. The reappearance of one of these kishin souls happens only a few times every month, but it seems to happen more frequent as time passes.

Lord Death simply stood there, trying to come up with a good plan. As of right now, he ordered that the younger DWMA students not be allowed to take Kishin souls for the time being, seeing as the ones that reappear are stronger than before, and younger students would only get hurt. He was only going to allow the Advanced Class Students to hunt the Kishin Souls until further notice, and he was glad that them men and women in front of him were all in that class, and even if they weren't he knew that they would be the best ones for this job.

"Well everyone!" The Death God spoke up in his usual happy and somewhat calm tone. "Until we get this little problem solved, I'm only going to allow for the older and advanced students to take on Soul requests. I'd hate for the younger ones to go out there and lose their partners..." He personally knew of a few that had lost their partners, and some of them refused to go on as a Weapon or Miester because of the loss. "Anyways. Maka, I'll be moving you down to teach the Younger students while Professor Stein takes your place teaching the advanced classes. Sound good?"

The young girl nodded with a smile, her green eyes closed as she did so. Over the years, her outfit hadn't changed all that much, and had only been changed to fit the growing woman. She still wore the uniform jacket and top, but the had changed the skirt out for a pair of pants that didn't hinder her movement all that much. If it weren't for her partner Soul, she would have still been in the same outfit, and would have gotten looks from other men, which he didn't take a liking to. "Got it, Lord Death. Professor Stein should have been teaching the advanced classes from the start. He probably could do it a lot better than I did. Good thing that it's a new school year, My students wont be questioning why they have a new teacher or anything, and neither will Steins.

As the talking continued between the group, the courtyard had been filled with younger and older students, all trying to kill time until the doors would open for the first class of the school year.

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A young man stood a distance away from all of the other students. He was simply watching all of them as he filled around with the 'WEAPON' tag on his tan jacket. Unlike the younger students, the advanced weapon and miester tags had a different and more dynamic font, and the border of the tag had a shadow-like design, similar to the jagged design that Lord Death had. After a few messages from the DWMA persuading him to rejoin the academy, he had finally accepted and went to the Miester and Weapon school. When it came to the advanced class, many of them still had their partner or partners in some cases. He wasn't one of those that still had a partner, and thus why he had his tag.

His eyes scanned the area to find any Miesters with a tag similar to his own. He hardly ever moved from his spot, and his jade green eyes studied all of the candidates.