For this, Harano was very grateful; the older he got, the more grateful he became. After all, even if he questioned himself, he might not have the patience to tolerate an uneducated wild child. He deeply missed that time that changed his life, so when he talked about making a bow, he couldn't help but smile.
Amaru didn't know his past. Seeing him suddenly smile, she just thought he was being smug. Her rebellious nature kicked in, and she couldn't help but say disdainfully, "Making a bow is nothing impressive. You're just idle! There are plenty of bamboo and wooden bows in the village. Why bother to make one yourself? Just ask those foolish villagers for one! You fool, you don't even know how to take advantage of a good deal!"
"My bow is different." Harano didn't care about her nonsense, having picked out the charcoal sticks and prepared his simple drawing tools. He began drafting the design, smiling as he said, "I want to make a good bow!"
