Ryu sat in silent meditation, unworried about the things going on in the outside world. His heart felt light and he also believed that he had come to understand something quite profound.
He didn't know anything about this so-called "Bow God", but what he did know was that he felt something special when he allowed the essence of his weapon to freely flow between his Dao and himself, becoming the center point of his thoughts.
It wasn't just the Bow he could have this feeling with.
His palm flipped over and a knife appeared. In that moment, even without opening his eyes, he exuded a keen and almost delicate sort of sharpness. There was a subtle suddenness to him even though he hadn't moved a single inch, as though he could go from sitting to an unconsciously explosive speed in nothing more than the blink of an eye.
