At the Death Weapon Meister Academy, whispers spread quickly about the arrival of a new Death Scythe. The moment Justin Law sensed the familiar wavelength approaching the academy gates, the music in his headphones suddenly felt too loud. Years had passed, yet that soul resonance was unmistakable—steady, powerful, and painfully familiar.

Justin watched from the cathedral balcony as the new Death Scythe stepped into the courtyard below. Once, their souls had resonated perfectly, a harmony so rare that even Lord Death had praised it. But that bond had shattered during a mission long ago, leaving nothing but silence between them.

The first mission together was tense. The battlefield filled with the distorted energy of a rogue witch, but Justin barely focused on the enemy. Every movement, every shift in the air carried that same old rhythm. Even without words, their souls responded instinctively, slipping back into perfect synchronization like muscle memory neither of them could erase.

When the witch unleashed a wave of madness, Justin reacted without hesitation, stepping in front of the attack before it could reach the Death Scythe. The impact shook his body, but their wavelengths flared together again—brighter, stronger, and impossible to ignore.

For a moment, Justin closed his eyes behind his headphones, realizing the truth he had buried for years.

No matter how broken their bond had become, their souls had never truly stopped resonating.