“D’you hear? Death the kid has some ‘magnificent mission’.” Chuuya rolls his eyes a little, making quotation marks with his fingers. 

He looked at the Mission board. It contained various tags where assignments were taken. Everyone knew which one Death the kid had, well… except for you.

Whenever there was some big commotion floating around Death Weapon Meister Academy, you were always painfully oblivious. Chūya Nakahara was your weapon, and in situations such as this, he always tuned you in on what was happening.

“I don't get what all the commotion is about,” He defiantly crosses his arms. “We could take down as many souls as he could.”