Sugimoto, cautiously walking along the forest night trodden path, was looking for a way back to the camp, but an unexpected rustle in the bushes not far from him made him start

hey! who's here? Shiraishi? Asirpa?!

he says anxiously, grabbing his Arisaka rifle and pointing it towards the rustle, frowning and realizing that he will still end up using the rifle as a "club" - the cartridges have run out...