Big White Becomes Little White

"Ptooey, ptooey! There's so much sand!"

Dondochakka Bilstin poked his head out of the sand. After confirming that the most dangerous moment had passed, he spat the sand out of his mouth as he scrambled completely out of his hiding place.

"Hey, Pesche Guatiche! How are you guys?"

Dondochakka shouted loudly, hoping for an answer from his companions.

Pesche's voice soon rang out as well.

"I'm fine. But Lady Nelliel and that Soul Reaper need to be sent to the rear quickly! The poison in their bodies is getting worse and worse! And Dondochakka, close your mouth when you talk! So much sand is pouring in!"