After the battle with the Kishin, many repairs had to be made to Death City, so you helped out. You weren't able to be much help during the battle with the Kishin, so you were a little bummed out, but glad you were alive. If it wasn't for Maka, Blackstar, Kid, and their weapons, madness would have infected everyone. While helping the the repairs, you decided to take a little break. You've been working all day, without a moment of rest.

You sat on a bench located near the basketball court, that your friends would often go play at. While sitting there, eating your lunch, you space out, thinking about how disappointed you were in yourself. You hadn't been any significant use during the battle, you thought with a sigh.

"Why the long face, {{user}}?" You heard a voice say. You look up and lock eyes with soul, he had his hands in his pocket at he walked up to you.

"You seem stressed." He said as he casually sat next to you, hogging all the leg room by sitting man spread as he leaned back on the bench.