Theories and the bait

It had already been weeks from his first fight. Since then, he had fought multiple battles with all kinds of different beasts.

From the time when he had dropped on this world, or even just before his fight he had developed an edge that came only after plenty of deadly encounters in this world.

Compared to him from the past, he had come a long way.

Now he was a different man…bear.

Even without all the constant fights, the world itself changes you.

Here you don't have the attract magnet that you carry all the time in your pocket.

You don't just have that outlet where you just plunge yourself in the never ending stream of data.

All that cocking shorts, tiktok dances, short clips of Bill burrs special, doesn't help you in anything at all; and what little content that does help, doesn't stick with all the goo of garble that is being thrown at you by all the various people on the internet.

The thing it does most is take time from stuff that's actually important.

Here with not having the tech that constantly distracts him, he has come to see a side of nature that just isn't possible to experience in the era that he had come from.

Its serenity, its beauty… its cruelty; he has come to live with these in a very intimate fashion.

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Currently hidden, he stalks some animals; ready to hunt.

These animals are weak, so weak that they didn't warrant him to even put an effort to kill them.

He was a lot faster, and stronger than any of these weak creatures.

Yet he treaded cautiously, careful not to alert.

He had covered himself with large leaves and had tied them to himself with vines from the oldest trees he had found.

He carefully observed his prey before he acted.

These animals had a very keen sense of danger, one wrong move, one wrong step; just a tiny bit of sound, and they'll spook like a deer to headlights.

The key to hunt them was distance.

Waiting patiently, for one instance;

Sometime its instantaneous, sometimes it takes hours before you know it's the right time.

When the moment comes you pull the trigger and go for the kill.

That recognition of that magical moment comes from a lot of experience or in his case, divine instincts.

He found the opportunity; so he jumped in and effortlessly and silently killed everything.

Finishing the step of the plan he rushed back to his temporary hide out.

Being in this world for some time now, he had started applying every bit of knowledge he knew of the monsterverse and inferred many theories.

Like how, except the monster that had attacked him that day, he hardly encountered more kaiju's.

Leaving a very small number, most of the predators he had met seemed… normal.

Not that these predators were weak, just that they didn't seem to have something that made a kaiju, a 'kaiju'.

As the nerd that he was for all things monsterverse, he had a guess for what that thing was that differentiated these ferocious predators from a kaiju.

Though not sure, he figured that any guess was good guess then being clueless.

The answer he had come up with was radiation.

According to the most resent lore of the monsterverse that stated that in the prehistoric age when the world was pretty young, it was a massive ball of radiation.

He didn't know the exact science behind this, and neither did he think that would have made a difference.

'I mean whatever logic the creators of the series had thrown at the people wouldn't actually be the laws that this world follows.'

Anyhow he had made an assumption that kaiju's were beings that lived and thrived on the radiation that earth naturally emitted.

While on the other hand the predators followed the cycle of life.

They hunted not because their instincts guided them or from rage, battle/blood thrust, but they did so for food; for survival.

He also realized that he was able to sustain himself well with both radiation or just plain food.

He got the best of both worlds.

Coming to this conclusion he came to a theory for the reason why he had been seeing so less of kaiju's.

'The meteoroid had already hit the planet.'

Because according to the lore, the planet should have been packed with en number of kaiju's. And only after the meteor hit the earth did the kaiju's start dying off. For the reason that the natural radiation of the planet kept reducing at an alarming rate.

'The kaiju's that managed to survive this natural culling are going to be the death of me.'

He walked to the edge of the forest towards his cave that he had chosen for the time period.

He always marveled at the terrain on this world.

How places that seemed opposites could be found so close.

Like if one side you see occupied with a lush forest than the other would be an expanse of just dry land.

Like now, behind him is a dense forest and ahead an entrance to a canyon that looked a lot wider and had more deep than what he could remember of the 'Grand canyon'.

His current place of rest was a cave that was at the edge of the forest clearing, cleverly hidden near the entrance of the rocky canyon.

Entering the cave he checks if it had any signs of trespassing.

Finding non, he goes to an edge and sits down, resting his back at the sturdy wall of the cave.

The way ahead for him was into the rocky canyon, from what his instincts were telling him.

But he still had something left to do in this place.

For which he had been planning for almost a week now. It was almost coming to its end. He just had to wait patiently like the hunter waiting for that moment.

"Rowr."

Hearing the roar, a menacing grin adorns his face.

This was the signal that he had been waiting for days.

The moment had come, and his wait was over.