Saint Rinushka wasn't a man that Ryu was intimately familiar with. In fact, he had only met him once. The trouble was that he had killed his youngest disciple, he still remembered how annoying that little bastard was. Of course, he didn't know his background at the time and it was only Aantha, Mae's cousin, who had informed him… not that it would have made much of a difference.
He killed who he wanted to kill.
Unfortunately, the issue with being so unruly was the fact that someone would always come to collect a debt. At moments like these, he almost felt that Primus was a bit noble. It was too bad that he was also a spineless piece of trash.
Pierthorn looked at his hand, somewhat astonished.
At first, he couldn't believe his luck. He had recognized Ryu long ago. Due to this man, he had gone from a person that stood on top of the world and not a single soul dared to offend, to a man who had spent the better part of the last two years on the run.
