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13 IS OFFICIALLY READY TO JOIN THE ACADEMY!

› KAZUKI RYUJIN › 6732 YEARS OLD › IMMORTALITY › 4 YEARS IN THE ACADEMY

POWER

Immortality AKA Death’s Love He never dies. Period. You can cut his head off, take his heart out, stab him in the brains, but no matter what he just won’t die. In the end, he lived through some miracle, regeneration, or the sort. His body is also permanently stuck at the age of twenty, and his age is pretty much a mess considering all the technicalities.

STRENGTHS

Immortal He could not die. Never. He tried, several times. When he ‘died’, he just wakes up in a void or her realm to talk with her briefly before returning. Sometimes, if he willed it to, he wouldn’t even meet her. That’s only if his regeneration could quickly heal him up ( decapitation was a sure way to ‘knock him out’ briefly with how long it took to heal up ). He also does not age, permanently twenty-four AKA young and pretty.

Regeneration When he gets fatal wounds or lose limbs and the sort, a black matter would come out from the shadows or anything ‘dark’ ( e.g black clothing, black hair, etc. ) and start to seep into the wounds, reattaching it like some morbid stitching. If he was decapitated or lost his limb, the matter would quickly regrow whilst the detached part quickly withered away as if it was a instant fast-forward of decay.

Contaminant Immunity He was immune to poison, disease, etc. He couldn’t get drunk, couldn’t get sick, pretty much anything trying to mess with his immune system or his insides gets obliterated. He still has good lungs and liver, no matter how he desperately tried to ruin it.

Death’s Trusted Knight A connection to Death. His kind of sugar mommy? The woman was a being that had many connections, could do many things beyond any human, and more. She was someone that was definitely a person that could offer more than anyone else for anything. As her so called trusted knight, he had a lot more leeway than anyone ever would.

WEAKNESSES

I: The Curse of Misfortune He was cursed with misfortune when he accepted Death’s deal to live again. However, such a thing went far beyond from never getting the good hand in poker. No, it’s come to a point where every single day he was wondering how he was going to ‘die’ this time. He also frequently get into chaotic occurrences that were really good ice breakers. And he did not trust cohesive strategies, no matter how carefully planned, when he’s on the board. He had to wing it and hope for the best, because one way or another, something screwed up and the whole plan would go down the drain for it.

I: Madness of Living He’s thousands of years away from his birth era. He lost everyone he loved, had to suffer the pain from his tumultuous life, and honestly he was starting to lose it. He’s broken, fragmented pieces of his soul having been haphazardly put together just so he could ‘live’. He expected those he would get close to today to die as well, he expected to them to somehow get screwed over just by being with him, he did not hope for anything good to last. Not with his luck. Not with his immortality. That’s just how it was.

R: Regeneration does not Equal to Painless Do you recall the talks about how your immune system fights back against anything foreign in your body? And you know how sometimes they’re fighting against the medicine you need to swallow so that your illness or the sort doesn’t mess you up? That’s how his body reacted to the black matter. It’s painful, as if his muscles were painfully stabbed and forcefully stretched to connect to each other. It was not fun at all.

R: Deal with it If it’s not fatal, he had to just deal with his injuries. Until he got injured to the point it could kill, then that’s when the black matter made its appearance to heal him. If not, it wouldn’t activate—causing him to suffer a great deal. If he wanted a quick heal, he had to kill himself for the regeneration. Either way, it’s a painful experience.

CI: No Enhancements More of a weakness overall, but he just had no enhancements or fancy side ability other than being able to keep himself alive. He was stuck with being a tank shouldering all the pain. Fighting against others with powers and the only reason he could really win was because he had great stamina and he just…doesn’t die. Moreover, the lack of self-preservation skills was another way he could win, considering he didn’t have to preserve himself in nay way with his immortality.

CI: It Still Hurts Sure, he’s not poisoned or about to have his lungs or liver fail anytime soon ( sadly enough ), but it didn’t help his major problem that was pain. Physical pain that always found it’s way to ruin his day and torture him endlessly. It didn’t help make regeneration or getting hit by a truck any less painful.

DTK: Death’s a BITCH The woman was hot, yes. He could accept that. However, she was also a complete asshole. She liked to pull stunts like making him go on an errand when he needed to study for a test but returning him only when it was a few minutes before said test began. Then there was the fact she was sort of his boss? And he had to do dumb jobs. One time she brought him to her realm all so he could be her cheerleader when she was gambling with some poor souls ( he saw how her cards change when she didn’t like it in the matter of a second but kept silent lest he wants to be punished ).

DTK: Death’s Agenda She loved him, or well, as close to it as she could ever feel for anything. She liked to have time with him and the main reason he disappeared from campus when he did so. Also, even as an ally she was still not someone you want to completely work with. Heck, look at him, she kept him for her war even though she knew time was moving rapidly in the living realm for him. Any deal he made with her always had some shitty drawback, and she could cruel about it. It didn’t help that she just knew how to get her way no matter what, which was shitty. He may be someone she cared for and would be willing to help, but she still was Death, and as Death, she had to keep to certain rules.

ORIGINS

CHAPTER I.

Perhaps he was born unfortunate. A Korean baby abandoned in the city of Japan. But then again, he was picked up by a loving couple that loved him wholeheartedly. The nameless boy was named Kazuki Ryujin, and he grew up content. His parents were both rambunctious and fun, always bringing him out and travelling around. He was more of a homebody, though, preferring to laze about in home and watch the newest episodes of Naruto, or playing Pokémon in his gameboy. Still, he followed along and let them drag him out because, well, he wasn’t the sort to want to argue too much. Life from childhood to middle school was all okay. He was just another member of society with friends, studying for his classes, spending time with his parents. Everything goes in a cycle, a mundane routine. He didn’t mind it at all, not when it did no harm. But…as he reached age fourteen, he grew more bored of everything. The world slowly became more like white noise, and he became a man that was just following through the motions. Until eventually, he got thoughts in his head. Would it matter if I died anyways? I’m kind of tired of this. It’s gonna be okay. No one would mind… An abandoned child taken in by loving parents, surrounded by good friends, and even then with all that—he's tired. He took a scissor in his hand, and shut his eyes. He was just going…to sleep… And so he plunged it into his chest.

CHAPTER II.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw were bloody red eyes. With a yelp, he stumbled back, but realized those red eyes belong to the most gorgeous woman he ever set his eyes on. With long, inky black locks, her body donning red lingerie and a loose kimono top, she looked down at him with an amused smile. Red nails comes up to his chin, tilting his head upwards to look into her eyes. “Killing yourself, another boring death. But you had a good life didn’t you? Humans are so strange.” She purred, and he couldn’t help but shiver. Moreover— “W-wait…I’m dead?” He stumbled, his final memories still too hazy. When it did hit him, though, he froze. Because if he was dead, how the hell was he talking to this woman? And…she referred to herself as something above humans. “Yes, you are. You stabbed yourself with a scissor. Pretty lame, at least jump off a building, I would have loved to see your pretty face as a mangled corpse.” Her grin was feral, and he could only freeze. What the hell? Who—no, whatwas she? Suddenly, he found himself warier than ever before. “Oh now, don’t give me that look! I’m here because I kindly want to give you a choice. Congratulations, Kazuki Ryujin, for I am giving you the chance to live again!” She chirped, as if she didn’t suggested something so ludicrous. And he had to take a look at her, wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. Before he could say anything, she pulled him along elsewhere. He became aware of his surroundings, because now he noted how it was like he was in a void of darkness, a place wherein he could feel everything yet nothing at all. He didn’t know where she was bringing him to, not when it seemed like there wasn’t a proper destination. Then, she stopped, and with a swipe of her hands, it felt like she had cleared a fog. Initially he was thankful, but then when he saw what was visible to him now—he wished she hadn’t. He saw his parents, sobbing in front of the hospital room. He saw his friends, depressed. He came to a realization. Would they care if I died? …Yes, they did. “Leaving your sweet parents like that, how vile. And look, there’s quite the amount of people who liked you. I saw people with more success in their lives dying without anyone crying for them. Yet, there’s you.” She cooed at him, but her words were like venom. Her arms wound around his frame from the back, and she whispered into his ear. “But I could change that. I can help you make them happy again. All you have to do is live, but in turn you will face great misfortune as you do so. But it’s a worthy punishment don’t you think? For doing such a thing to them?” He’s lulled by her words, the consequences sounding perfectly fine to him. An impressionable mind of a thirteen year old having been given a choice, but what he never knew was that he was already being manipulated into picking a choice. He gave his answer. And then he was gone. Next, when he woke up, he’s on a hospital bed and with nurses screaming about a miracle. Seeing his happy parents afterwards, he thought that perhaps it was worth it. ( And the woman known as Death laughed at her success. She eagerly watched him, waiting for misfortune to come. After all, he was just a means for entertainment. An unlucky fool that she decided to turn into her toy. …Perhaps he really was born unfortunate. )

CHAPTER III.

Coming back alive from what seemed like a sure-kill injury made him known as a miracle. He returned to his mother and father who had so many mixed emotions but most prominent being relief. His friends more careful now, but they try their best to show he’s appreciated. It was all wonderful indeed, and for a moment he forgot the consequences that came with the deal he agreed to. Until he tripped and fell down the stairs, snapping his neck in the process. Until he got hit by cars and his body mangled. Until he died, and died again, falling into a familiar void where he hears her voice, saw her in all her glory and made some comments, before he wakes up in a hospital bed once more. Fees paid by an unknown source. It was never easy, each death painful. And then he woke up to worried parents, confused doctors, and a new room in the hospital permanently reserved for him. No one knew how, but he just…never died. Many thought he was a mutant, but even then most people around him accepted him as is. That was fine, sure, but then he gets involved with criminals threatening him. Or finding gangs doing something unsavory. And at that time, in quiet Osaka, there really wasn’t anyone around. And he would butt in, uncaring of how he would end up as, only thinking “Fuck I gotta help them out.” Then don’t get him started on the secret realm of yokais. Or the time a fallen angel was crying in his kitchen as she drank his stash of vodka. Or the time he met a talking fire extinguisher that was the nicest gentleman he knew. Or when he fell into a pit and came across all the weird shit underground. Suddenly, his life wasn’t bland anymore. Instead, he was the immortal who got into all kinds of bullshit and somehow after the miracle news of his revival, everyone became desensitized to the point that this all became a mundane occurrence. His life was of insanity, and through it all he found himself growing…tired. Because it was all fun and games, until he kept on hurting and ‘dying’ and it was an endless cycle of suffering. He started to even talk with Death, snarking at her fearlessly. A part of him had hoped that if he did, she would have decided he was better off dead. Instead, he charmed her more and they started a routine of banters. He was an idiot, that was what he thought today. He should have told here no. Alas, he had no time to care about that now. Not when he had a demon child on his lap as he drove on a motorcycle to run away from some cultist. Hopefully he didn’t get hit by a car anytime soon…

CHAPTER IV.

He was twenty-four when Death ripped his soul out of his body and brought him to her realm to help her out in a war. She told him time worked differently here and the living world, and so he didn’t have to worry because he could return soon. Ryujin, a veteran with how to deal with Death, knew he had no choice anyways. So, he agreed to help her in the war. She also explained to him that, although his soul was here, his body would remain perfectly normal. That was fine with him too. Then she also decided that since he was going to help her in this war wherein some idiots decided they wanted to overtake her, she decided to help him with a quicker revival. Regeneration, that’s what it was, but like everything she gave him, it came with a heavy drawback. He’s used to it at this point, merely telling her that he just wanted to get this over with. War is harsh. Even if demons and vile beings mainly stayed around her area ( apparently Death’s pretty much in charge of hell? He’s not sure anymore with her ) they were pretty fun to get along with. Cruel as some may be, horrendous deeds they may have done, but he treats everyone as individuals. Even Death, who palced him in this life of suffering. Lives were lost. Death told him that souls still ‘lived’ in a way. People can enter heaven or hell or stay on earth, but even deeper than that was an oblivion. The place where it was truly the end. He cried for some, but then he grew colder to it as it became more easy to accept. He was harmed beyond anything before, but he kept on reviving. He was a survivor, and he remembered blood on his hands, the fear of his enemies, the awe of his allies. A human that, whilst not holding any enhanced physique or fancy magic, lets himself bear the fatal injuries and kept charging onward. Four years. Four entire years of war before they won victoriously. Four years spending time with new and old souls. Four years becoming Death’s trusted knight, a fool of a human who saw the lonely queen and opted to build trust with her despite everything ( despite the utter loathing he held for her, for being the reason he was put into a constant limbo between life and death ). He was done with all of this. He thought it was going to be okay. Now, he’ll return to his mother’s cooking. He’ll play with his dad some sports. He’ll bring his friends to hang out with his family to someplace else. Somewhere nice and peaceful. Death is quiet, holding him in her arms once more. He knew that he was going to return to the living world, and that he wouldn’t see her everyday. He lets her relish in the warmth, even if he mad no moves to hold her back. Unrequited, but liars like them liked to think otherwise. And then she puts him back, told him nothing as she took his soul and place him back to his body. He should have known things never went well with him.

CHAPTER V.

When he opened his eyes, it was in darkness and a confined space. His body felt stiff beyond belief, and for some reason his arms were crossed. As he moved about, and pushed, something above him falls off to the side and he felt like he was blinded by a flash bang or something. But as his eyes got used to the sudden brightness, he found himself sitting in a coffin. Moreover, there were people around him and they looked like…tourists? And was that a holographic information board? He saw those tourists bringing out what seemed like…cameras? And smartphones? Then the implications of all these futuristic object hits him. Dread filled his stomach as he jumped out of the coffin. Some drew back as he got closer, others remained fascinated, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care to hear what they say, about undead and the coffin opening. All he could do was to first look at the information board. The Eternal Coffin. Since 2019, this coffin, for a man known as Kazuki Ryujin, could not be opened or destroyed for unknown reasons. It has been 6669 years since then… He looked at it blankly, body still as he stuck his eyes on the word 6696 years. Calmly, he returned to the coffin. He looked down at it, and noticed a slab behind it that had the words “Here lies Kazuki Ryujin. We hope you move on.” He fell down to his knees, losing all strength as the revelation hits. But he did not scream or cry. He did nothing but look at the now empty coffin. Then, he saw how sharped the edges of the coffin looked. It was good enough, he needed to talk to Death. And so, he bashed his head against the edge, ‘dying’ and uncaring of the screams of the people around him. When he ‘died’, he found himself back into a familiar void. Death was waiting in front of him, her bloody red locked into his bright blues. He rushed to her, ready to sock her in the face, but she easily gripped it. He tried to swung with the other, but it did nothing. He trembled, but she remain poised. He spat out with great disdain as she remained cold “You knew.” He was reminded of why he despised her. This selfish being that only wanted what she wanted, incapable of caring for others properly. The one who gave him his greatest suffering—immortality. The one who knew he would be gone for so long in the living world but kept him in her own one because she wanted him in her war. And… She was the only constant in his life now. She was the one who knew everything he had, and she was the only one here right now. So he breaks down in her arms. Sobbing as the weight of his situation settled on him. He held onto her, nails digging into her flesh and drawing out blood. But she embraced him closely, unflinching at the wounds and merely running her hand through his locks. He cursed at her, vicious words stabbing through her—for he knew her all too well ( I hate you, he said vehemently, and if she had a heart she thought perhaps it would have cracked ). He was broken in her arms, and when he exhausted all he could say, she sighed and explain. “Someone cursed you in the war. What should have been four years becoming four second, minutes, or even hours—turned into 6696 years. I didn’t tell you because I needed you here” She caressed his cheek, soulless blues looking back at her. She hated that look, she much liked it better when it was shining with life. That aside, she continued. “Those that knew you were aware that you wouldn’t day. After several years, they decided to put you in a coffin. Your more magically attuned friends assisted to make sure that no matter what, your coffin would remain standing. And, no one would be able to open it until whatever lied within—you—had a beating heart.” And here they were now. Ryujin thought that this was all complete bullshit but what else was to be expected? He was cursed with great misfortune after all.

CHAPTER VI.

He woke up, all healed up. He also was chained down. Hm, at least it wasn’t a bed of spikes. This time, he was in a room of glass walls in a larger room with people around watching him. With ease, he asked “So…are you scientists here to experiment me? Or you guys good and have something to offer? Either way, I promise you that I’m harmless. Just really fucking hungry. Like damn, you guys got grub? I have not eaten for like 6000 years. Please respect your elders and give them food.” There was quite the startle, but a man in a suit took what seemed like a microphone and now he could hear them clearly “Is it right to presume that you are Kazuki Ryujin?” “Bitch, who else would I be? Fucking Beyonce—wait a goddamn second, you guys don’t have Beyonce here…fuck, you guys are sad.” He retorted, but his own revelation just made him feel heavier. Really, it’s not fun when no one understands your reference. There was a twitch to the man’s eye, and Ryujin merely remained peaceful. These fucks were too easy. “Why were you sealed? And what do you wish to do now?” The questioning continued, he answered, and he remained truthful throughout. By the end of it, he was released from his prison and glad to be able to stretch out his limbs. Then, the same man who questioned him came up to him with an offer. Avengers Academy, a place where super powered people could learn how to be heroes. Damn, he remembered when nothing as such existed. Instead, he just went to normal schools and live with chaos. He easily agreed, if only because he seriously didn’t want to bother with the idea of getting a job, getting new money for himself, and all those complications. Free place just to learn how to be a hero? Psh, he might as well stay back as long as he could.

CHAPTER VII.

Entering the academy when his physical age was twenty-four, mentally twenty-eight, and technically 6716 or 6720—however you want to see it, was pretty strange. Also, the school system worked differently and didn’t go by age, instead it was based on experience. Moreover, he started school popularly known as The Coffin Man. Understandably so, since apparently his coffin was some sort of monument. He was curious as to why his coffin was in Korea, but when he asked Death, it just felt bittersweet. He and his parents planned a vacation to Korea, where he was truly from. He had always wanted to go there, and right before he was taken away to the war. They placed his coffin there in hopes that when he woke up and they weren’t around…he’d at least see the country he came from. He drank away the whole night after knowing that bit. Unfortunately, he couldn’t ever get drunk enough. A pity, he wanted to have a reason to break down without stopping himself from it. But yes, he had some other people asking him about his era. Moreover, he became the school’s so called punching bag. The training dummy meant for people to understand the closest thing to taking a life. He was immediately known to be a man that could survive anything, happily breezing through the physical aspects that the academy offered but absolutely failing in the academics. He grew better, but most times it was his own years of own experience that truly pushed him higher. He tried his best to pass, at least passing if only so he could pay back what he owed to the school. On his fourth year, he became a senior and now he’s pretty much on the fence on whether to fail or not. Mainly because, he honestly didn’t want to bother trying to get a life outside. After all, what sort of man that wished to die would want to try hard to live?

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