[Graceful Reaper]

As Ronoro drifted off to sleep, he had an unsettling feeling. An icy feeling crept at the back of his throat. He had a feeling whoever had to tried to attack him would show their face soon...

"Tch... damn.. couldn't kill the little brat.." a young man who looked to be in his early twenties said as he emerged out of the forest near Raxions and Ronoros new hideout. He neared a waterfall and sat down next to it. He had dark red hair which swept down on his face in a bowl cut fashion. He was wearing a monk robe with a bright orange flame pattern on it. On his side, a peculiar rifle almost as big as he. The rifle had a light purple design pattern on it. "They'll feel the heat of my flames yet..." the monk said as he begun meditating by the waterfall.