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Jake shrugged and began standing up. "I suppose I could make some bolts for it, if I had the materials handy. You do know how to use one of those, right? It shouldn't be difficult, seeing how they were made so a person could be trained to serve in a military without needing extensive bow training." Jake muttered, waving at Jeremy with the hand holding his cigarette. "Alright, so I guess the thing is coming with us. Might come in handy, if I can get the stuff to make bolts for it. That'd be... feathers, wooden rods, and some sort of tip. Metal, maybe? Guess I'm gonna learn 'bout fletching. Yay." Jake thought wryly, taking another long drag off his cigarette and staring into space. His reverie was interrupted by Ada popping her head in to announce their departure, and Jake nodded silently.

He wandered behind Jeremy and idly flipped his knife closed, dropping it in it's place inside his boot. "A hundred red guards. I can't even see taking on one of them successfully and now I have to help kill at least 100 of them. As well as Tokugawa. This should be... interesting." Jake continued thinking, reaching up to scratch his nose with his free hand. The cigarette still burned quietly in his other hand but probably not for much longer, as it was just about down to the filter. He had a feeling that smokes were gonna be harder to come by than they already were in war time, what with having to sneak into enemy territory and kill the leader of the Imperium, and he was already kicking himself for not getting an extra pack for the mission ahead of him.