Full truth of the immortal river

chapter 19

Sanemi and Harumi walked out of the infirmary, the battle scars still fresh on their bodies. Harumi sighed and looked at Sanemi with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Sanemi, thank you again for everything. I couldn't have asked for a better partner. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Sanemi nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "You too, Harumi. Stay safe out there. And if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask. We're all in this together."

Harumi smiled, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to leave. "I won't forget that. See you around, Sanemi."

As Harumi walked away, Sanemi's attention was captured by the familiar figure of Annie approaching him. He watched her approach with a curious expression. "Annie? What brings you here?"

Annie shrugged nonchalantly. "Just heard about the battle and thought I'd check in. Looks like you've been through quite a lot. You holding up okay?"

Sanemi nodded, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "I'll manage. It's been tough, but we managed to pull through. Thanks for your concern."

Annie smirked and leaned against a nearby wall. "No problem. Just don't get too used to people worrying about you. You're a tough guy, Sanemi. You don't need anyone holding your hand."

Sanemi huffed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm not one for hand-holding anyway. But it's nice to know there are people who care."

The two engaged in a brief conversation, catching up on recent events and sharing stories from their respective battles. As they spoke, the scene shifted, and a montage of training sessions and intense battles played out.

Time passed, and the hunters, honed their skills under the guidance of the Hashira. Their determination grew, their techniques sharpened, and their bonds deepened. They faced countless challenges, pushing themselves to their limits and beyond.

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Sanemi's footsteps echoed through the tranquil gardens of Beacon Academy. The serene atmosphere seemed undisturbed until he heard a faint rustling sound coming from a nearby bush. His instincts kicked in, and he swiftly moved towards the source of the noise.

Without hesitation, Sanemi swatted his hand into the bush, expecting to find a small creature or perhaps a playful student. To his surprise and growing unease, he pulled out a disembodied eyeball—a cold, lifeless gaze staring back at him.

A chill ran down his spine as he realized that it was a Grimm eye. The realization hit him like a wave, and his mind raced with questions. How did a Grimm manage to infiltrate Beacon? What danger lurked within the school's walls?

A sense of dread washed over Sanemi as he considered the possibility that Salem, the mastermind behind the Grimm, had somehow found her way to Beacon Academy. The thought of her dark presence infiltrating their sanctuary made his blood run cold.

He clenched his fists, his mind racing through the possible scenarios. If Salem had indeed arrived, it meant that the peace they had fought so hard to preserve was under threat once again. The safety of his fellow hunters and the students weighed heavily on his shoulders.

(Meanwhile, in ozpins office)

The room is shrouded in darkness, save for a dim light illuminating the lifeless form of Glynda Goodwitch lying on the floor. Her body is motionless, her once vibrant spirit snuffed out.

In the midst of this chilling scene, Salem stands tall and imposing, her presence commanding the room. Her eyes, cold and filled with a mixture of disdain and amusement, lock onto Ozpin, who stands before her with a heavy heart.