#xmelonpan

“You’ll get it...” he whispered, as started to examine the area. Man in black traditional clothing had very sleepy and uninterested face. The sleeves of the kimono were ripped off cleanly. Clothes were bit dusty, but there was no other marks from spending days in the wild. In his hands, he was carrying a shotgun. Shotgun, which was almost the same height as the small man carrying it. In his backpack, there was hanging quite a lot very thin cordage. Even with the gun, the man didn’t seem very dangerous, when he struggled a moment with some tree branches on his way. Round cheeks took a hit, leaving a bit blood dripping from the wound. He stopped, and wiped it off. For a moment he just stared at the blood in his hand, then licked it off. A sound from the forest. Had he found company?