Chapitre 1385: Aoi Yamamoto I

Ignoring several splinters from jumping through our thin bamboo walls and falling landing on the ground with rocks, dirt, and pebbles, the one things I would've wished to have on me was my fucking shoes. I mean— any type of shoes would've worked because once I stepped foot outside the mountain path, I'd have more problems than blisters.

'I mean— it was all blisters but I wasn't built for running up and down the mountain barefoot…'

But yeah, the only shining grace from a demoness trying to chop me to pieces with my own sword was that she didn't use her war bow with a 100-pound pull—because not to be too comparing with Kaley's affinity with guns and shooting long distance—Aoi was akin to Kaley but with bows.

However, as much as guns were the ultimate equalizers, using bows was just too fucking different but the goals for getting monstrous with it were pretty much the same.