As if in accordance with Shun’s words, the blowdog puffed up even more.
“It’s a threat,” he whispered.
“It’s probably trying to drive us away from that spot.”
The blowdog slowly advanced toward Rijin, the only person who hadn’t backed away. Seeing no response from Rijin, it swelled up further. It was now the size of a fat sheep.
But why wasn’t Rijin moving? I looked at him curiously, but all he did was stand there with his eyes closed. Maybe he was dazed.
The blowdog paused for a moment, waiting silently, then suddenly ballooned to three times its size. Its body was almost entirely spherical now, and white rays of light radiated from between the coarse bristles.
“A warning sign…? Oh no, run!” Shun yelled.
We took off like a shot, barreling down the hill as fast as we could go. The others ran without looking back, but curiosity got the better of me and I stopped. Turning around, I saw that the blowdog had now swelled to a frightening size.
Finally, Rijin opened his eyes. I didn’t have time to say a word before the blowdog was enveloped in dazzling flames.
There was a thunderous roar and a fierce gust of wind knocked us over.
We were about thirty meters downhill from the blowdog; if we had been on level ground, the blast would have killed us for sure.
I don’t really want to write about what happened afterward. We needed some time to recover from the shock. Then we went to look at the crater left by the explosion.