“Is this the finished product?”
“Yes.”
Hawkeye gave the arrow an inscrutable look. It was made neither of wood, nor iron, nor any other metal, but of cloth. He could hardly help it. It was true that he had seen and used countless arrows over the years, but this was his first time seeing an arrow like this.
Could cloth even be used as an arrow in the first place?
“Something this flimsy…….”
Just look at it now. With nothing supporting it, it bent and folded whichever way it pleased. Could something like this even be called an arrow? More importantly, could it actually be nocked and shot?
“Ah, that’s because we haven’t put the power into it yet.”
“Power?”
“Yes.”
Timanyuk, however, lifted the cloth arrow with a serious expression. The Vermilion Bird, having shed its clothes and returned to the form of a gigantic bird, buried its face in the tiny cloth arrow.
Ssssss. Majestic crimson flames were slowly absorbed into the cloth.
“…Um, are we perhaps shooting the entire Vermilion Bird?”
[Can you even shoot that?]
“Whether I can or can’t aside, it looks like we may need to.”
[Huh.]
The Vermilion Bird abruptly turned its head slightly. Then, after a brief silence, answered.
[Good point.]
Within their field of vision was now a snake trying to tear its way out of the net. The feathers—or scales—of the Vermilion Bird and Timanyuk stood on end.
SPLASH!
Berserk wiped her face with the…