"Hey, don't block the tracks."
A strange voice sounded from behind, and Fukuhime turned her head abruptly upon hearing it.
A tall figure, over two meters high, stood behind her, towering and sturdy like a steel tower.
Before hearing the voice, Fukuhime hadn't noticed the other's presence, nor did she know how he appeared.
Is this... a ghost?
In Fukuhime's somewhat dazed mind, this thought flashed by.
Indeed.
Ghost Tribe.
This was a menacing and fierce large ghost.
The large ghost had dark skin, wore a brown hunting outfit, dressed carelessly, with an open collar, unkempt.
His strong chest and thick arms were exposed, with muscled knots, lines smooth and powerful, such a body filled with ferocity and sense of power was like a bronze statue forged by fire and steel.
The large ghost's head bore asymmetrical golden demon horns, with two fangs exposed from his lips, obvious ghost tribe traits.
