“I think it would be fine for both of you to come with us.”
“I’ll go. You look good enough to me.”
“I’m sitting this one out!”
And the answers that came were just as expected…
Huh?
Huh??
“What the hell, Hawkeye?”
“Mm, sorry, Crusher. I want to go with you too, but…….”
Hawkeye lightly tapped his empty quiver.
“I realized something during the spar. Regardless of how strong all of you are or how strong I am, I’m the kind of fighter whose combat power drops dramatically once I run out of arrows, right? If resupplying materials is going to be difficult, I started thinking I might actually become a burden by following you.”
“That’s…….”
“There’s also a limit to how many times arrows can be reused, and the high-powered arrows I use when things get really desperate are single-use…….”
Hawkeye chuckled sheepishly and explained that, despite becoming convinced he was strong enough to go, that was precisely why he had decided to stay behind instead.
It was a thoroughly understandable reason.
“Hmm. That certainly is an issue. We could carry arrows in spatial-storage items, but there’s no way to know whether even that would be enough…….”
“And I’ve got good eyes. I’ve successfully made shots from as far as one kilometer away. It’ll probably be more efficient for me to support you from the rear.”
“Oh…….”
Wait.
A one-kilometer shot with a bow?
Isn’t that insane?
I knew the world record for the longest sniper kill was somewhere around 3.5 kilometers, but that was with a gun.
This was a bow.
What kind of monster could snipe something from a kilometer away with a…