My quirk is called Paleblood

Crimson steel

Gerhman didn't even had time to finish his words as the fog encapsulated the two of them and transported them back to the campsite. And as the fog disappeared, what now laid in front of their was wrecked and destroyed building and campsite.

"Stay near me at all times because there is one thing worse than not know who's your enemy but where your enemy is." The anger in his voice was apparent as even though he didn't know the kids personally it was still his job to protect them "If we run into our enemies there are two options I want you to do. The preferred one is to run away and not fight. The second option is to fight if someone is following you as your running away. And if you have to fight, fight to kill them don't stop until they are dead you hear me". The sound of Gerhman putting his scythe together hinted at Ryōshi that he's serious and not fucking around anymore.

Boom! An explosion went off in the distance. Following with the sound was the rise of a small smoke cloud above the tall oaks. With out even saying anything Gerhman rushed in the directions of while dragging Ryōshi by the collar of his hunter's coat. All Ryōshi's mind could think of were two questions while being chocked and dragged at the same time. One how come Gerhman wasn't this serious when the USJ was attacked. And two was why does he need a wheel chair if walk and run just fine if better than a majority of people?

As the night light of the moon and stars peaked through the trees it showed the brown tone of the oak bark giving while the green leaves were giving a darker color. This would perfect for a nice midnight stroll, but the mood the light gave was a surface lie, when in actuality the light's tone showed how the body and body of Gerhman were prepared for the worst outcome.

Breaking through the maze of tree, both of them had the light of the reflect down onto the field clearing they entered. Their eyes were greeted with the sight of well over 30 people and 28 NOMUS standing still. Majority of them were an injured seriously injured Class A1 and B1 except deli was missing. The 4 hunters Maria, Eileen, Simon, and Dujra who all looked exhausted. The last 4 were unknowns to Gerhman who he knew right away were the perpetrators for this attack. One was a tall young man with black hair who look no younger had a black coat over his regular clothing, but his arms and lower jaw had burn marks all over it. A teenage girl wearing a schoolgirl uniform with a beige sweater. Around her mouth was some sort of apparatus. A man in a full body leather kink suit that covered everything but his mouth. The last being a man who wore nothing but fancy clothes, a mask, and a top hat.

Dashing over in the blink of a eye Gerhman appeared right next to the exhausted hunters while still dragging Ryōshi. Letting go of his student, he looked him in the eyes and handed him a knife saying "I need you to heal and protect your classmates as me and the hunters fight the enemies. I know it's monumental task and I know your aren't ready for it. But you better be ready for it now, because these guys are willing to kill people for the fun of it. I don't care if you get hurt in this fight. I expect it as a matter of fact." The words didn't sound inspiring instead they sounded more of desperate plead from the old hunter. " Even if you get injured badly, I still want you to get back up because it's more than your classmates lives that are at risk. But most importantly I don't want you to give up even if can't move push past the pain and fight do you understand me." With out even speaking a word the boy just nodded took the and stood next to the students and started healing them.

Gerhman turned away from his student and faced the other hunters. "Maria, Eileen, and Durja. You three will fight the NOMUS and emo boy. Simon your with me to provide cover fire with your bow as I will fight the other three villains." "Ryōshi you'll fight the schoolgirl."Done talking to his group his gazed narrowed as he faces his enemies. Speaking calm tone as he pointed his scythe at them. " Ahornah yogshugg spare ymg' lloiggshogg ot fhtagnshogg ng ymg' goka mercy ot vulgtmnah fhtagn Iiahe n'ghftephai ymg' orr'ee ahnythor nafl feel li ot fhtagnshoggg ". He then spoken aggressively as started to speak again. "Or in your language, May the moon spare you the horrors of a nightmare and give you the mercy of a good dream as even your spirits shouldn't feel the torment of the nightmares. Because you pissed of Gerhman the first hunter and tonight Gerhman is taking the hunt serious. With that he raised the Burial Blade above his head so the light of the silver moon reflected off his blade. Showing all the dark crimson blood stains that now dyed the steel a grey red.