Kimori Family Clan Update.

They that love beyond the forest cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their blood.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as family do the seas;
they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face;
and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of family, that though they may be said to die, yet their family and kin are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

- Engraved on the headstone of the grave of Akiko Hana Miyuki Kimori. Mother of Hidan Kimori.

Taiki firmly held his helmet under his arm, while his messy hair was blown apart by the wind. Around him stood Eliza, Dracania, and Myr. They were accompanied by Kyoshi, Yossarianna and Ikke. All of them looked down at the fresh grave they had dug a couple of hours before.

Not every search is fruitful and not every found fruit is searched.

The Kimori had laid to rest, in honour, their missing older sister. Whatever fate had held in store for her was still unknown. All they knew is that someone had murdered her and dumped her - so long ago - in a mass burial grave, in the hopes of hiding their tracks. Whoever had done this crime, had erred. Taiki had found out and the warrior was furious about it.

He was not the only one.

As they gave their respect for the final time to their long lost and loved sister, they turned and studied their new relative.

"What's your name kid?"
- "Hidan."
"Hidan who?"
- "Hidan Kimori."
"Never forget that, kid. Never forget the roots you were born from."