Soul sat isolated on one of the more quiet streets of Death City, staring at the ground. He leaned back onto the building behind him, crossing his arms behind his head as he stay silent in thought.
The scythe didn't exactly have the highest grades. Even Black*Star had at least sixty percent, which was pretty discouraging. If he didn't want to retake some courses, he had to come up with a way to pull his grades up, using the least amount of effort as possible.
Suddenly, a saving grace.
Seeing his classmate, Kid, coincidentally walking on the same street, he practically shot up out of his seated position.
"Yo, Kid! Over here!" he yelled, waving the other boy over. Maybe he could ask the reaper to tutor him? You know, in a cool way.













