Kaito stares at the Sand Spreader, his eyes oscillating between curiosity and the fear the creature arouses.
Information about this grotesque beast floods his mind, reminding him of its voracity and lethality. His hand instinctively goes to the scabbard where his sword is kept. The comforting feel of the handle of his weapon makes him feel a little safer. With one swift movement, Kaito pulls the sword from its sheath, letting the blade glint in the scorching desert sun. The weapon is his most reliable ally, and he is determined to face the Sand Spreader, no matter what challenge it presents, after all, since he has thrown away his last piece of Hell Bear meat, he now needs more meat to replenish his stock.
The monster, noticing Kaito's defensive posture, emits a guttural grunt, which sounds almost like a warning.
Its open mouth, with its sharp teeth, protrudes forward, almost as if it were preparing to leap out of the sand and devour its prey.
