It is night time.
There is a chill wind and one man prays to the one grave in the middle of the wrecked village.
The grave 100 people.
As he prayed all the memories began flooding back to him.
The death, The fire, and the ones responsible for all of it.
The white fang.
Hiroki got up slowly as he heard a loud noise.
He turned around and a small army of grim was behind him.
"Sigh this just isn't my day"
Hiroki put one of his dual katanas in his right hand the other in his left.
"Well c'mon"
The grim ran at him.
The closest one was almost immediately sliced in two.
The second closest was stabbed in the head.
The third grim nearly hit him but he quickly blocked it with his aura and finished the grim off.
"It's a shame you monsters have no intelligence otherwise you would realize how much of a mistake you're making"
He put his two swords together forming them into his double sided spear.
He ran straight in the middle of the group of grim.
He blocked one of them with his spear while stabbing another grim.
He quickly jumped up and turned his spear into its gun form.
He shot at the grim one by one taking each one of with little to no effort.
"I shouldn't have wasted the ammo"
After the grim were dead Hiroki put his weapon away and went back to the grave.
Hiroki suddenly jumped back a giant Ursa grim had almost hit him.
Hiroki noticed that a rock that broke from the ground nearly hit the grave.
"You bastard, do you know what you could have done."
Hiroki's eyes suddenly turned red and a flow of dark energy surrounded him.
The Ursa took another swing at him.
But Hiroki simply blocked it with his fist.
Hiroki wielding his twin Katanas cut off both the Ursa's arms and then punched it so hard the grim went flying 2 miles into the forest.
His eyes turned normal again he walked over to the grave and put his hands together.
"When I find the white fang and kill them I'll bring enough flowers to cover this whole village."
He began to walk away.
"You'll like that won't you mom