Nostalgic-Writer
Melancholy Dreamer
Santeru Ishumari "The Crimson Moon"
Santeru stood motionless as the flames burned out around him in what was now a singed clearing, the smell of smoke was heavy in the air and ash fluttered around occasionally. Taking a step the sound of crackling could be heard from the grass and various tree husks, noticing a white figure moves just out of his vision Santeru knew that it was someone from the village who had taken notice of the explosion. Walking among the tree's out of the burned clearing he attempted to make his way towards Tremki which wasn't hard considering he was heading in Santeru's direction.
The occasional violet chakra would spark into a flame around him as his nerves began to settle, causing small bright flashes before stopping. Already getting off on a bad foot with Tremki because Santeru was vague he did not intend to repeat the same mistake, and was going to give the lad the whole truth of what he knew.