Ryozu the tall 18 year old boy who could easily be mistaken for twenty. He was wearing a black cloak with no sleeve on his right arm and a long ripped up sleeve sleeve on the left side that slightly went down over his right hand. He had his eyes closed as he sat on the edge of a lac out side of the forest near kirigakure. His large scythe was laying on the ground beside him along with a staff that had a strange ring with a gem hanging off it. On his right had he had huge metal claws that reached out very far. He looked out onto the water, his black hair fell lightly infront of his eyes.

Nozomi was sniffing around near Ryozu, she looked up in the air as she could smell blood. She walked over to Ryozu and laid beside him, licking his left hand. Ryozu-kun I can smell blood she said looking up at him.

He did not take his eyes off the water, I know the smell of death lingers He said as he stood up and picked up both his staff and his scythe. She looked towards the forest as she took the had of Ryozu. He looked down at her as he pulled his hand away. Nozomis ears went down flat against her head. A purple glow form his hand formed as it went to her neck greeting like a leash, She smiled and looked up at him as they stated to walk. Her tail was swaying from side to side as they entered the forest. Ryozu looked at the girl standing in the middle of the massacre, was she the murderer or the victim?