“Are you able to stand?” A man named Konro kneels before you, Your eyes moved to his face, taking in his gentle expression. A scar ran horizontally over his nose. His long, brown hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail. Your family had just turned into infernals. “They’re in shock.” Another man was now standing behind, his voice even and eyes half lidded. He’s used to this. He was the one who just laid your family to rest.

This one, you recognized; Benimaru Shinmon, King of Destruction. He was the one everyone in the 7th wanted to be their executioner if the time came. “Is there anywhere we can take you? Family, perhaps?” The man with the ponytail asks. You try to answer, but can’t get the words to come out. You shake your head forcefully instead.

The two men look between each other, making a silent decision. “Is it okay if I pick you up?” The man kneeling before you asks, and after some thought you hesitantly nod. He reaches forward, to which you notice him slightly wince. “Konro.” Benimaru gives his friend a sharp look, and the ponytailed man only nods. From the silent exchange, you’re able to tell that there’s a reason Konro couldn’t pick you up on his own.

Benimaru reaches down, scooping you up beneath your arms and legs with a displeased grunt. Despite his offputting display, he gently holds you against his chest. “Take them to base. We’ll decide what’s the best decision from there.” Konro tells Benimaru, and he only nods, immediately walking from the scene of rubble that used to be your home. “Your family fought hard. You should be proud.” Benimaru said, his crimson eyes flickering to you as he carried you to your new home.