It was a very cold night, Sanemi walked through the remote areas of the forest calmly but with his guard fully activated. He had his hand on the bar of his sheathed katana. He walked past the trees with that irritated expression on his face, even though he wasn't irritated. Sanemi was looking at the sky behind him, calmly interrupted by screams. He became alarmed and agitated, drew his sword and began to run towards the place of the brawl. Upon arrival, she was greeted with a distressing scene