He could feel its durability, just like with the axe. He could probably fire it about 150 times before it needed repairs.
He quickly finished with the arrows too. This time, as he pulled the string, the arrow materialized automatically. He didn't need to summon and slot it on the string.
As he aimed it at a nearby tree, the previous aim trajectory appeared. Terry smiled, seeing it back.
He noticed this trajectory pointed far in comparison to his stone throwing. Without waiting any time, he shot it, and it pierced the thin branch perfectly.
"WHOO! Fuck yeah!" Terry punched the air, a rush of dopamine exhilarated him.
"You love making up new and weird words, don't you?"
Suddenly, Terry turned and saw that girl standing behind him.
"My Lady." He bowed.
"Don't mock me."
Terry scratched his head and didn't deny it.
"What are you doing here?" Terry asked.
"I am here to honor my promise."
"But I am a liar."
"Don't presume on my behalf."
"But you said those to me."
"Yes, and now I am saying something else." She pointed her finger at him, daring him again. She was fuming.
Terry raised both of his hands like that finger was a gun.
"I would be happy to have your help. Please."
She lowered her finger and gave a faint smile.
"Follow me, we need to reach their den and prepare a trap. Nighttime is the best time to hunt a Ghorok."
"Oh... yes! Hunting a Sleeping Ghorok... cool!"
"Cool?"
"Eh... another weird word of mine."
As he followed her, he cleared his throat to ask something.
"By the way, I didn't get your name."
"I don't have a name."
"Huh? You live alone here?"
"Why are you asking so many personal questions?"
"I am just asking your name. I gave you my name; it's common courtesy to share names."
Her face was unreadable due to paint, but it did feel like she was kind of confused.
"I... I don't have a name." She repeated, but this time calmly.
"Really? Oh!" Terry believed it. "Then what should I call you? My Lady?"
She glared at him, and Terry looked away, trying to whistle, but only air and spit came out.
"What about a nickname?" He suddenly added.
"Nickname? Another weird word of yours?"
"No... no. It's not a real or permanent name, but a secret name between two people only they know and call each other."
Right? That's what a nickname means, right? Even he wasn't sure what the definition of a nickname was, so he just blabbered what came to his mouth.
"Fine..."
"Great... then choose a nickname you like."
"You choose first..."
"Me? You can just call me Terry."
"Is that your nickname?"
"Umm…No."
"Then... choose a nickname."
"Okay... fine... you can call me T."
"T?"
"Yes, T."
"You spout so many weird words, and now when it was needed the most, you came up with just a sound? Instead of a word."
"That's what a nickname is for... short and easy to say."
"Fine... then my nickname would be Kiki."
"Kiki?... Nice to meet you, Kiki."
She didn't reply and turned away because Terry was getting casual or familiarizing with her in a weird way, it was out of her comfort zone.
She took a direction, and Terry followed her. He kept on picking up things, looting them, adding them to his inventory.
Kiki was again confused and shocked at how the things Terry was picking up were vanishing from his hands.
His axe was secured on his back without any belt or anything needed, same with his new Crude Hunter's Bow.
"What kind of magic is this?" She finally couldn't help it and asked.
"What?"
"You were able to make that wood hut so fast out of nowhere, and now you made that bow, and you keep picking things up but you have no bag to put them in."
"Oh... I just got it... I don't think it's magic, it's more like... how to say it... a System?"
"System?" She rolled her eyes, another weird word.
"Yeah... even I don't know much about it. I mean I know what it is but this is just a start as I know. I am glad I have this..."
"Fine... don't tell me."
"I wish I had a better answer."
"Is this your bloodline specialty?"
"No... I think I am the only one in this world who has this?"
She turned to look at him, wondering how a weak person like him could claim such a boast that 'only he' was the only one with this magic.
However, Terry's face was innocent, no pride, no malice, no lie in it.
"I don't like liars. Hmph!" She created a distance.
"Hey... I am not lying... so far. Kiki, wait!"
Calling her casually created more distance.
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Meanwhile, in the arena, everyone was sighing.
"What is that fool doing?"
"He has avoided the Queen's den, but where is he going? No Ghorok lives near the Canyon."
"Is he running away?"
"Fool... what's the point of running away? Does he have another lavish life waiting for him there?"
The Uncle, whom Terry called Elder, was a statue of law now getting agitated. Terry was the only son left of his little brother; he did not want to lose his little brother's symbol because of some stupidity.
But he couldn't interfere now. He could only pray for his safety.
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"What do you know about Ghorok?" She asked as they reached a narrow canyon.
"I have no idea."
"You came to hunt one without knowing anything about it?"
Terry nodded, like he had no shame at all.
She pointed downwards. "Ghorok lives down there... They like dark and moist places. They used to live far from here, but they are taking land slowly by slowly, every night, as they run out of food in a specific region."
Terry nodded as he looked downwards. In the darkness, he saw nothing much, but the rotten, rancid smell was enough to say that there was something down there that was very dangerous.
"Right now, they are all sleeping, but they will wake soon and then they will scatter for food. That would be the right time to catch one."
"Catch? But I just want the head."