Desert Treasure

The scorching rays of the sun fell down upon a shirtless Jiretto as he made haste through the desert. However, it failed to do so much as cause an inch of sweat to drip from the man's gruesome stature, as through the utilization of his ice-magic, the man had cooled the atmosphere in which he was inhabiting and thereby made even a region such as this an ice cold chamber. He continued down along a path before he reached a mysterious graveyard; out in the middle of nowhere, the tomb stones had been replaced with cacti, all of which were oddly trimmed to the same sizes. Assuming a shortcut, the man ventured his way inside, before noticing a certain cacti that held his own name, "Jiretto Ekuersu". He then froze, and began to knead the magicial energies of his being into his body as a precaution; someone was aware of his travels, of the exact route he planned to take. Someone had been keeping their eyes on him, and he needed to know who. Stopping dead in his tracks, Jiretto called out for his admirer. "I'm impressed, most people mess up with the spelling somewhere." He said sarcastically, referring to his name being scripted on the plate held by one of the cacti.