"Listen closely, young one. For this shall be your job once I am long gone from the Far Shore." The voice, shrowded amidst a veil of fog and shadow, lured Amida closer. "Master..? Is that you...?" he called out to the mist. But to his dismay, his words merely fell out of his mouth, dropping to the floor. "Amida... You need to carry out my work. It is my time to leave this place, and you. Please, forgive me, Amida." The elderly voice seemed to come from the opposite direction, forcing the young Reaper to spin around. "Master! You.. You can't leave! You haven't taught me everything yet!" Amida, on the verge of tears, called out once more. "Master! Master! Don't... Don't leave me like this! I can't... I can't be Japan's only Reaper! I can't do this without you!" Tears dropped from his face, landing in utter silence upon the misty ground. "Who said you would be alone, young one?" The elder called once more, this time directly behind Amida. "M... Master?" Turning around slowly, Amida was greeted by a beautiful black scythe, the tip pierced into the earth. "I may not be by your side as I used to, but I will still be your guide. Please, my young pupil, take me as your tool of reaping." In a gasp, the young man awoke, sweat dripping from his face as he gasped for breath. "Yet another nightmare, young Amida?" The black scythe, perched next to his bedside, asked. "Kama... Yea. But it wasn't of any importance."
