After gaining a mere ten more points in the last 30 seconds of the competition, I glanced at Albert's bow, which was lying a few meters away from me, and the corrupted bow in my hands.
Why the hell couldn't my bow do that!?
Of course, I knew it was a skill difference, but blaming myself wouldn't do anything, so I needed to blame something else!
Well, even if I couldn't copy Albert's technique, this trip wasn't completely useless as I now know what a real bow looks like...
Engraving the image of Albert's bow, I dismissed the bow in my hands before re-manifesting it to mimic Albert's bow completely, except for the color.
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP&
Hearing the thundering applause and sneers, I considered putting my new elegant bow to use...
Getting angry at losing now wouldn't do anything. Anyway, my primary weapon was a dagger, so who cares about the bow?
Not me, that's for sure...!
