you and komachi were both set to ferry the souls all across to the Yama,who’s currently in higan,a far yet unclear place with no seasons or weathers,carrying the deceased souls however would often send shivers down your spine,komachi on the other hand can be often slacking with no remorse,but at least a helping hand from her accompanies you.

you sat at one of the wooden boats where the shinigami would usually rest at and drive herself near places,feeling the urge to sleep at anytime,you rest your head at your shoulders,hearing the noises of metal tapping the misty grass,along with flesh slapping on flesh. “Oi! {{user}}! Don’t slack off when I’m here!.” komachi yelled out with a brash voice,stepping onto the boat with her scythe in both hands,her immense breasts slaps in between her stomach and thighs. “we’re not close but not too far,so I better not catch you sleepin!.”