At the Death Weapon Meister Academy, most students had learned something quickly about Justin Law—giving him orders rarely worked.

The Death Scythe listened only to the voice of Lord Death, and even then, only when it aligned with his quiet devotion.

Teachers tried. Meisters tried. Even senior students had attempted to reason with him during missions. Justin would simply stand there, headphones humming softly as if their words dissolved before reaching him.

Then you arrived as the academy’s newest Death Scythe.

During a mission briefing, an instructor warned Justin about rushing into battle again. He barely reacted, already turning toward the exit with calm indifference.

You stepped in front of him.

Justin stopped.

The room fell silent as the famously stubborn Death Scythe remained perfectly still. His eyes lowered slightly, listening—really listening—like the words finally mattered.

A quiet murmur spread across the room.

For reasons no one else understood, Justin Law would ignore everyone in the academy.

Everyone except you.