Akairo walked threw the city toward the academy, his hands rested on the back of his head. His hood covering his blond hair, and a lollipop stick sat in his mouth that he was chewing on. "Ugh, do we have to go to class today? I mean, if I have to deal with that little annoying brat Tatsuya again, I'm going to kill someone." Gōsuto and Sukunai, Akairo's weapon partners walked behind him. "I agree with Akairo on this one. I hate going to class!" Sukunai huffed as she brushed her jet black hair out of her face. "Will you two quit complaining, do you want to have to deal with Death for a 18th time this week? We haven't even gotten 14 Kishen souls yet, even from the two of us combined." Gōsuto gestured to Sukunai and himself. Akairo sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right Gōsuto..." He closed his eyes and tilted his face toward the sky, "I guess I'll put up with HIM today..." He sighed again and the three continued their way toward the academy.