This is a dream.
Fell asleep again in biochemistry class. In my sleep, my deskmate kept poking me with his arm. Finally, the moment she made up her mind and twisted the flesh on my arm, the teacher began to roar hysterically. As usual, I stood up quickly at the same time, not daring to raise my head or refute to welcome the coming storm.
"Ayuki Ryuzaki! You actually fell asleep in the Kidō class again! Do you know that I have been paying attention to you for a long time and you are still sleeping! Do you know that if you continue to sleep like this, you will fail the final Kidō exam! The excellent class I have taught for hundreds of years actually meets someone like you! You, you, you, you..."
This must be a dream.
I suddenly raised my head, "Eh?"
Asuki Ryuzaki, Ghost Road, failed the exam.
On the podium is not our biochemical old lady, but a middle-aged uncle with a wretched face. Looking around the classroom, all my classmates, including myself, were wearing red and white school uniforms that looked oddly familiar. And the ghost path he mentioned...
Weared... Traveled through time... And still belonged to the God of Death...
It's not a big deal, right?