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Kazuma whipped around to fire at the fleeing man. The size of his yumi, Shimizu, was about two feet taller than he, which meant a much farther range than long bows from other lands. Patiently, he assessed the distance of his target, waiting for the best possible moment to release the arrow. Just as the fleeing bandit crossed the threshold of maximum range, Kazuma freed the arrow. The arrow flew true to the mark, but only embedded itself in the man's calf. The man stumbled and fell, but got back to his feet after a few moments and disappeared.

"Damn, at least I hit him. Should've used a poison tip," Kazuma murmured, before turning to Kana-san once more. "I did not act because I thought you were incapable of handling it yourself, my lady. I did it because there was zero chance at all that you would be harmed. Also, something tells me we'll be seeing that man again, possibly. And we'll know him by his limp from now on."

Chuckling, Kazuma put Shimizu back in her case, then walked over to the bandit he shot in the face. Placing a foot on the dead man's chest, he pulled the arrow from the body. Finding it suitable for reuse, he placed it back in the quiver, and scanned the landscape for any further threats.