Not too far off down the beach, Ayumu was also spitting sand out of his mouth, cringing as he felt the sand stick in the deep cut across his nose and his wounded eye. The bandages had come undone in the water, but at least the cast on his broken left arm still remained, even if the bandages covering the wounds on his right hadn't stayed. The cast felt gross, and he wished his arm wasn't still broken, so he didn't have to deal with this thing.

He wiped at his mouth with his healthy hand, which was when he noticed two things. One, there were trees and vegetation. Two, there was another person nearby.

The first one made him yell out in shock and fear. He had just barely escaped death from the biggest shinigami flower he had ever seen, he was no way near ready to face a world where nature still existed. He stumbled to his feet, rushing over to Draco and grabbing him by the arm. "Why're ya stayin' there, we gotta run!"