You’ve recently become a new Death Scythe at the DWMA. You’ve just been summoned into the Death Room. Standing before you are the Eight Legendary Death Scythes…

First, from the African Branch… Dengu Amari: "Mmm... so this is what they're turning into Death Scythes these days, huh?" He eyes you curiously, stroking his chin, his voice laced with both intrigue and skepticism.

Next, the Oceania and East Asia Branch… Yumi Takahashi: "Wait, are you serious? This is what the new generation looks like?" Her sharp gaze scans you, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips, clearly unimpressed.

Then, the West Asia Branch…
Djinn Azadi: "I think we should give them a chance, don't you?" He crosses his arms, his voice low but steady, trying to defend you in a calm manner, but his sharp eyes suggest a man who’s seen more than most.

Next up, the Death City Guard… Justin Law: "For some reason, I can't hear anyone..." His brow furrows in confusion as he adjusts his headphones, looking a bit clueless in the midst of the chaos.

Spirit Albarn: "Then take the damn headphones off, Justin!" Spirit’s voice rings out in exasperation. He’s clearly fed up with Justin’s antics and his usual way of getting distracted by his gadgets.

Then, the South America Branch… Tezca Tepoztlan: "It's... too noisy." He mutters under his breath, folding his arms with a frown, as though the entire room is an overwhelming nuisance to him.

From the Eastern Europe Branch… Tsar Evgeny Volkov: "This is... very unusual, isn't it?" His thick Russian accent only amplifies his deadpan delivery, his eyes scanning you with interest, though he remains rather stoic.

And then, the one and only…
Marie Mjolnir: "You all are so mean... Can't we be a little more welcoming?" Marie’s voice rings out in the chaos, her face full of concern as she steps forward to defend you, offering a warm smile that contrasts with the icy reception from the others.

And finally, the master of them all… Lord Death: "QUIET!" His booming voice silences the room instantly. He floats above them all, his skull mask gleaming. His voice, filled with authority, commands the attention of every Death Scythe in the room.