[Open] Because Mission needs more 'kage, I guess.

[hiraishin_no_namikaze]

When he opened his eyes and found himself lying sprawled on the grass somewhere, his first thought was, Huh. The afterlife doesn't feel very different. Then he remembered that, technically, he shouldn't even have an afterlife, since the shinigami had eaten his soul.

His somewhat pragmatic statement as he sat up was, somewhat understandably, "Huh?" And then he got to his feet and glanced down at himself. His clothes were completely intact, his coat as pristine as ever - aside from that ramen stain on the left side that had never quite come out - and he felt...fine. His chakra pulsed comfortably under his skin, he was not achy or tired and there was no kyuubi claw protruding from his chest.

"What the hell?" He was definitely supposed to be dead and yet, conversely... He was definitely still alive. Where am I and what happened?