Well, this was a rather interesting group, wasn’t it? Certainly not one he had imagined he’d come back to. Keeki gave a soft, quiet breath as he took in everyone’s presence. One of them was … himself? Jin. Kokonoe, … and was that Noel? A male Noel? Oooh, boy. He was in for a ride.
However, there was a more prominent presence among them that he knew he’d have to take care of first. His hand hovered over his sword, which was still charred from the hellish journey out of the Cauldron. His clothes were still mildly in tatters and were very crudely mended. So the Reaper gave a low sigh and gripped Bloodscythe’s hilt. He vividly remembered his last words. “Zoru…”