SOUL EATER RETURN OF ASURA "DWMA," Kaius muttered as he walked up the front steps to his new school, his new home. The officials (or teacher's aides, or whatever they were. Kaius hadn't decided yet) were in front of him, leading the way. They went up to the front door, and Kaius couldn't help but be impressed. This place was HUGE! And yet, he could sense everything... or rather: everyone's soul. There were big souls, little souls, souls who climb on rocks- OK so maybe he didn't feel that last one, but there were a lot. "Place to stay?" he asked abruptly. His chauffeurs looked confused for a second, then one grinned. "Oh yeah! Forgot to mention. We have a large section of the city cordoned off for student apartments. Keep your grades up and we'll pay for it. Sound good?" the man asked with an odd echo to his voice. "Yeah," was all Kaius replied. He pulled out his sickle and chain and messed around with it for a bit. He felt more comfortable with it in his hands. As he swung it around, he noticed the kids that would be his schoolmates. They all seemed... young... to him. He nudged the guy with the echo voice. "Oldest here?" he asked, pointing to himself. The man laughed. "Student-wise? Yeah, probably! But total people? Not even close. Teacher's got a leg up on you, no doubt of that. But your Headmaster-" "Shinigami-sama," Kaius interrupted. "Yeah, him! He's by far the oldest one here. But he won't tell anyone his real age, gets real... dodgy of that question. So don't even try." Kaius shrugged and continued to walk behind them. They were leading him to his first class: Soul History. How wonderful.