A Weapon Stronger Than a Death Scythe?: Eibon's Institute for Witches and Grimoires!

The Great Old One in the mirror watched for a moment, and finally came to a conclusion on his evaluation of the two."You will be expected to have completed enrollment within two days. For first year students, living on campus is a requirement. Lord Death will assist you in finding your way." Eibon was, in all truth, prepared to dismiss the conference altogether, but he had remembered one last thing. One last thing that was rather important. "Ah, yes. Shinigami, I nearly forgot. You're actually losing a student in all of this, aren't you? I don't wish to leave on bad terms. Would you demand compensation?" Of course, Eibon would have preferred not to give his former affiliate the option to ask for something in return, but he was giving up what had just proven to be a student with a lot of potential. It would be bad manners not to make this gesture, and bad manners lead to discourse; discourse leads to war.

In the meantime, Ace was sure to remind the group that he was still there, by keeping his scowl firm, and offering a rather dissatisfied grunt to the party. This, of course, despite his unconscious state.