Bladed Bow
"What? Where?!" Takuma exclaimed suddenly, picking up the sound emitted by Karasu. The double 'tik' of its legs was a danger signal.
*tk*tk*tk* - the scarecrow demon continued to make the same sound, turning its entire body in the direction of its head and pointing that direction to its tamer. Takuma lowered himself onto his knees and rested a hand on his eyebrows, trying to focus on the designated area.
There didn't seem to be anything unusual at the foot of the low hill, besides the camp where Yoichi was still sleeping. The flat part of the valley looked peaceful and quiet, and the gentle downpour of the Waveless River echoed in the air, giving its listeners an atmosphere of serenity.
*tk*tk*tk*
However, despite the apparent tranquillity, Takuma could not help but trust his Sutotoko. Throughout his battles, the Grimbrook warrior had learned that there was nothing more trustworthy than a demon's sixth sense.