Forest of Truth's edge, Mike looked at the purple shadow before him, falling into silence. Something felt off.
"Shadow 8008, that name is too strange," Shadow Seven frowned, trying to sound mature. "How about... I call you BOOB?"
"Pfft—" Mike nearly spat out blood. What kind of weird name was that?
"Shadow Seven, people also call me Deathsinger. You can call me that."
"Deathsinger... alright," Shadow Seven suddenly asked, "Is it because your singing is terrible that they call you that?"
Before Mike could answer, Shadow Seven hurriedly explained, "I had a friend who sang terribly and was also called [Death Song]. Kid, you remind me of an old friend from over fifty years ago. Ah, those were the days of glorious battles."
Mike: Fifty years ago, you weren't even a fertilized egg... Are you talking about yourself?
Mike forced himself to stay composed, "Master Shadow Seven, shouldn't we be focusing on our mission?"