The ruins of the meister

The lost.

(Hiii quick reminder!!!!!!! that this is a flashback when ishigami|head of DWMA| called the brawn meister :DD) 

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In the hallowed halls of Death City, an air of unease hung heavy, palpable in the atmosphere of the Death Weapon Meister Academy (DWMA). A new and powerful witch had emerged, sowing chaos and fear among the students and faculty alike. The situation had escalated to a critical point, compelling a special meeting of the Death Scythes to be convened—a gathering marked by an urgent need for strategy and action.

The meeting took place in a grand, expansive room adorned with ancient weapons and mystical artifacts, relics of battles fought and won. The walls whispered of history, echoing with the spirits of Meisters and their Weapons. At the long, polished table sat the Death Scythes, each a testament to the legacy of the DWMA. Among them were the stoic Spirit Albarn, known for his unwavering resolve; the enigmatic Shinigami-sama, a figure shrouded in mystery and authority; and Excalibur, whose fiery spirit often clashed with the seriousness of the occasion.

At the head of the table stood Ishigami, a figure of wisdom whose years of experience earned him the respect of all present. His eyes, usually bright with a hint of mischief, were clouded with concern as he surveyed his colleagues.

"I appreciate everyone coming on such short notice," Ishigami began, his voice steady yet infused with urgency. "We're facing a formidable opponent, and our current resources may not be enough to handle her."

"What do we know about this new witch?" Spirit Albarn asked, his brow furrowing with concern. He leaned forward, his posture reflecting the tension in the room.

"Reports suggest she possesses dark magic of unprecedented power," Ishigami replied, the weight of the situation evident in his tone. "Her attacks on the academy have been relentless, and every attempt to subdue her has failed. It's clear that we need more than just our usual tactics."

Shinigami-sama, the ever-mysterious head of the DWMA, leaned forward, his expression serious. "What are you proposing, Ishigami?"

Ishigami inhaled deeply, preparing to share a plan that could alter the course of their struggle. "There is someone we might consider bringing back—a former Meister who could tip the scales in our favor."

A heavy silence settled over the room as the Death Scythes exchanged curious glances, each one weighing the implications of Ishigami's statement.

"Who are you talking about?" Excalibur interjected, his voice laced with annoyance, as if he'd rather be anywhere but here, discussing matters of grave importance.

Ishigami continued, "Y/N. She was one of our most formidable Meisters when she was here. She left ten years ago, but her skills and power were unmatched, even at a young age. We might need to reach out to her."

"Y/N?" Spirit repeated, his expression thoughtful, recalling memories from a decade past. "I remember her well. A prodigy even at just five years old, her potential was astonishing. But what happened to her after she left?"

"She needed to step away to train and develop her abilities further," Ishigami explained. "Her departure was shrouded in mystery, and since then, we've had little contact. But now, with the threat we face, her return could be our best chance at overcoming this witch."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room, each Death Scythe contemplating the prospect of Y/N's return. Shinigami-sama's gaze grew thoughtful, his mind clearly racing with possibilities and ramifications.

"Very well," Shinigami-sama said, his voice echoing with a sense of authority that silenced the room. "If Ishigami believes Y/N's return could make a difference, we should pursue it. We'll need to find her and convince her to come back."

"And how do we find her?" Excalibur interjected, skepticism creeping into his tone. "She left no trace, no clue as to her whereabouts."

Ishigami nodded, acknowledging the difficulty of the task ahead. "I have some leads on her possible location. I'll coordinate with the research teams to track her down. In the meantime, we need to prepare for the possibility of her return, as well as fortify the academy's defenses."

As the meeting progressed, Ishigami outlined a plan of action, dividing responsibilities among the Death Scythes. They would each leverage their unique strengths and resources, working tirelessly to not only locate Y/N but also to ensure that the DWMA was prepared for any further attacks from the witch.

As the gathering began to disperse, a renewed sense of purpose filled the air. Each Death Scythe understood the gravity of the situation and the potential impact of Y/N's return. Ishigami felt a glimmer of hope swell within him. If they could persuade her to return, her unparalleled strength and skills could indeed turn the tide against the dark forces threatening the DWMA.

Outside the meeting room, the bustling streets of Death City began to pulse with activity. Students trained diligently, the sounds of clashing weapons and determined shouts resonating through the air. Faculty members coordinated defenses, reinforcing the academy's barriers and protections. The search for Y/N had begun in earnest, and with it, a flicker of hope was rekindled among the faculty and students of the DWMA.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the academy grounds, Ishigami stepped outside, determination etched into his features. He looked up at the twilight sky, filled with stars that seemed to twinkle with promise. The fight was far from over, but with the possibility of Y/N's return, he felt a renewed sense of strength—the kind that could withstand even the darkest of times.

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(AND ALSO SORRY BECAUSE I KINDA REWRITE IT SO YEAH )