"But Master Buster, wouldn't it make sense if we used two sticks instead of just one?" I say to Buster as an idea pops into my mind while he shows me how to tie the now-dry deerhide string into the bow. Buster soon looks at me and says.
"What do you mean by two sticks?" I quickly visualize two little sticks I found on the ground, which consist of one bigger and another smaller stick that are both placed on the ground in opposite directions like a mirror, making them touch at the center of their respective arches.
"If the bow works off tension, wouldn't having a system that adds even more tension make sense?" Buster looks at me rather amused and surprised as soon as he gets my idea, almost like I have finally shown him something he can use to train me better.
"You are neither the Strongest nor the fastest student I have ever had, but you are unique in your way, Annabel. Your mind is far greater than that of a normal person. What you described is known as Double bow, but it's only something nobles and elite warriors know about a kid like you would've never heard of it."
Buster then simply walks away to the house to retrieve something, and once he returns, he shows me exactly what I thought of, which was a big bow with more than two sources of tension, but most importantly, it looked incredibly cool, almost like an art piece.
"This is my double bow, which I won long ago. It's my most powerful bow, which, now that you mentioned, might as well be your first true bow once you learn how to shoot one." Buster lets me hold his double bow for a couple of seconds, which feels nice in my hands as it's lightweight and matches the color of my hair with its varnish.
"Thank you, Master, but as you said, I would like to learn how to shoot first," The air soon thickens as I excitedly watch Master's face switch from a friendly smile to a deadly stare into the deep forest as a strange fog appears out of thin air without warning.
"Shit, these guys really want you dead, uh? Get behind me and watch my back. I got this." Master Buster doesn't even flinch as the cold air makes me shiver since the temperature in the area drops below freezing temperatures quickly, followed by the deployment of Buster's second-grade form right away.
"SECOND GRADE!" The tremendous heat from Buster's body was enough to keep me warm with how close I was to him. Still, more importantly, with me now with a bow in hand, I felt at least a little better; even though I didn't know how to shoot it, I still stood firm, pretending like I did while holding an arrow next to it.
"Master Buster, the champion who earned his freedom, how lucky I am to fight a legend like you." A strange voice talks from within the trees' safety until they finally reveal themselves from the bushes before us, holding what appeared to be a reaper with eyes so red you can see them behind their dark aura.
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"Coming here will be your mistake, 'Walking Dead, ' although if you're here, this matter has become imperial; how unfortunate," Buster responds to the person holding the deadly-looking scythe, which looked so sharp it almost cut my eyes just by looking at it for too long.
"Yes, the person your new student killed was a nobleman well-connected to the empire. She can't be allowed to live any further. Hand them over to me, and I will leave you alone out of principle, Buster. I would rather not have to fight you."
The person suddenly threw a pair of what looked like shackles at Buster's feet, and for a second, he turned around to look at my scared eyes filled with nothing more than pure fear as I did not want to die, not when the new body I had got was the best I'd had ever.
I doubt I would be hitting the lottery again like this; for heck's sake, I am a vampire and a dangerous fighter, even without magic. I am much stronger than any human back on earth already. Why would I risk dying? Plus, it's not even guaranteed I will reincarnate a third time.
Still, that piece of shit I killed was a nobleman!? What are the fucking odds!? Just my luck! Of course, the one motherfucker trying to kill me and I actually end up killing ends up being some douche-rich boy from some other part of the world, of course, with my LUCK!
"A tempting offer, Scara, but I promised them I wouldn't let harm come their way already, so you know what that means." This person called Scara soon shakes their head from side to side as he makes a weird noise with his mouth as if to say, 'You've made a mistake.'
"Buster, not being prudent enough will be your downfall. You actually think a peasant like you stands a chance against my unbeatable power?" Scara makes the temperature in the surrounding areas drop even more, practically freezing everything except Buster and me since I was still close to his heat-intensive body.
"I don't give a shit if you're the goddamn Emperor; I've earned my freedom through battle. To me, you're the arrogant fool." For a moment, neither of them moves while I observe, almost shitting myself, as I sense the tremendous amount of power coming from both fighters since I can barely breathe, thanks to how heavy the air is.
The actual world pressure on us felt like suddenly being at the top of a mountain, which almost knocked me out. Still, I kept concentrating on breathing as hard as possible until the enemy tried to use a magical projectile against me. Buster cannot stop the attack, but as expected, his attack vanishes as soon as it comes near me.
"Anti-magic, forgive me about that, Master Buster, but I had to know if the rumors were true; they say she is untouchable by magical things, and it seems like it wasn't a lie; how interesting." Buster still doesn't move and keeps his guard up as the enemy reveals their clones.
There were at least ten of them, and that's how one of them had managed to slip Buster's range of view enough to leave me vulnerable to an attack from the real enemy who hides behind the cover of his clones. "So you have shadow clones, so what!? First KP move! All-encompassing tornado!"
Buster's gigantic hands quite literally grab onto the air near it as he turns his hand insanely quickly one hundred and eighty degrees, suddenly throwing a massive air current behind him that rips apart five clones with a single strike. He throws his attack, which looks like a gigantic wind blade.
"Impressive, you destroyed five in a single blow, and you don't even look tired. I must say I am excited after seeing such strenght from a peasant."
"How about you fight me and get it over with? I hate people who are all bark, no bite."