Happy Life
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"Okamisama..."
- Wonderful. To travel such a distance only to suffocate in monkey excrement – isn't that the ultimate dream?... *Ma ikka*, she shrugs and gratefully takes the elixir. - I hope it won't be needed. I'll change clothes then. I've only flown about twenty to forty cells, I'd better go on foot.
She enters the changing room and emerges a second later in a Minjin dress, with a crossbow slung over her shoulder – her hand gripping it was adorned with a ring – and a whistle dangling where her *kagura* used to be.
- Please, don't comment... - she instinctively tries to pull down the hem of the dress to cover her legs, which are unaccustomed to being exposed to the wind.
Standing sideways and holding the uncharged crossbow, she aims at a blade of grass and spends some time in that position, getting used to the weight and feel of the weapon – it's unusual compared to her familiar bow, but the basic principles are the same – then she pulls the trigger, pretends to quickly load a second bolt, draws the string, and pulls the trigger again.
- Pom... pom... - she says, vocalizing the supposed shots, then turns her gaze to the pilot with a satisfied smile, but a second later she realizes and adopts a serious expression. - Ahem. Well, I'm off, and you be ready. Where did we need to go?...
This peculiar training scene, in addition to belatedly causing her embarrassment, restores her understanding of how to correctly calculate the trajectory of a shot and use the wind to make the projectile fly further, and, surprisingly, increases her dexterity by two and her perception by one.
- Wonderful. To travel such a distance only to suffocate in monkey excrement – isn't that the ultimate dream?... *Ma ikka*, she shrugs and gratefully takes the elixir. - I hope it won't be needed. I'll change clothes then. I've only flown about twenty to forty cells, I'd better go on foot.
She enters the changing room and emerges a second later in a Minjin dress, with a crossbow slung over her shoulder – her hand gripping it was adorned with a ring – and a whistle dangling where her *kagura* used to be.
- Please, don't comment... - she instinctively tries to pull down the hem of the dress to cover her legs, which are unaccustomed to being exposed to the wind.
Standing sideways and holding the uncharged crossbow, she aims at a blade of grass and spends some time in that position, getting used to the weight and feel of the weapon – it's unusual compared to her familiar bow, but the basic principles are the same – then she pulls the trigger, pretends to quickly load a second bolt, draws the string, and pulls the trigger again.
- Pom... pom... - she says, vocalizing the supposed shots, then turns her gaze to the pilot with a satisfied smile, but a second later she realizes and adopts a serious expression. - Ahem. Well, I'm off, and you be ready. Where did we need to go?...
This peculiar training scene, in addition to belatedly causing her embarrassment, restores her understanding of how to correctly calculate the trajectory of a shot and use the wind to make the projectile fly further, and, surprisingly, increases her dexterity by two and her perception by one.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
