Shinsei rests in the dark wheelchair and frowns scoldively, leaning forth with his gaunt elbows on his knees and calling out the students dourly. The elderly Shinigami dismissively waves his lined hand at the youths.

"Bah, those young fools do not have any skills at all! I cannot see any grace, any technique, any control in them! Just a bunch of useless idiots! My style is meant to disarm, not to kill the others!"