My brother is just silently watching the children while everyone else fails at finding prey. It’s not like he doesn’t want to hunt, but because he is wielding a big machete, it is difficult to land a killing blow on his prey in this Steelgrass plain. Though that machete is effective against Demons and wild animals, that’s for sure. Albert and I stop hunting and go back to our duty, which is to look over the children, due to the weird noise coming from ahead.