The sun rose above the dense trees of the Grove Forest. A young man was meditating in the forests Crimson Clearing. He possessed a small pistol and a long stick. He had a small brown quiff and a dark red cloak. The clearing was a small circular patch of grass surrounded by trees with crimson red bark. No-one knows why they have become such a shade of red. Some say it's the Grimm corrupting the forest with their evil presence. The young man was sitting cross-legged in the exact center of the clearing. He had a look of complete relaxation on his face. He kept making hand gestures over and over again in periodic intervals. They were sign language, meaning 'inner peace.'
Something began to emerge out of the growth. A King Taijitu reared it's two snake-like bodies high into the air. The young man did nothing, he remained stiff in his seated position. The Taijitu approached, getting ever closer to the man. He twitched slightly, he could sense something near him. The Grimm raised it's head high and opened their mouths, revealing an assortment of teeth. The Taijitu thrust its gaping maw down towards the young man. At the last second, the young man moved out the way in a matter of milliseconds. The King Taijitu hit the ground hard, its fangs sank into the dirt. It lifted itself back up. Scanning the area, it could not see the man. Suddenly a flash of red flew past the Taijitu. A crash echoed throughout the forest as one of the heads fell to the ground.
THUD!
The man landed gracefully nearby. The remaining head turned to face him, tightening its focus on the man. It lowered its body to the floor. It began to move quickly towards the man, slithering along the floor with great speed. The man did nothing. He crouched perfectly still with his head facing the floor and his eyes tightly sealed. The Taijitu suddenly charged forward with its mouth wide open, preparing to bite down on the man. Almost in an instant, the man was gone from his crouched position and was now on the Taijitu's head. It looked up at it's demise as the man put his pistol to its head and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Birds flew from the trees into the air, startled by the sudden loud noise. The Taijitu slammed into the ground, hard. The man stepped off the fallen creatures head. He raised his middle finger to the dead Grimm and then bowed before turning and walking away from the scene. He headed for the entrance of the forest with his stick strapped to his back and his pistol holstered.
This man, is Evak Shinku.