Dragon Corps

In overwhelming fashion, Ryu stood calmly upon his third step, already journeying a third of the way with incomparable ease. Whether it be against the Grassland Serpent, or his following two opponents, he always seemed unhurried, as though everything was within his grasp. Without fail, the battle ended with a single arrow.

Ryu's comprehension of the bow was nowhere near as profound as that of the Tatsuya Saintly Weapons. After all, he had only had a little less than four or five days of practice. He was unsatisfied with his display despite the results.

Every time Ryu took action, it might seem that he was grand, but this wasn't how he saw it. He found it embarrassing that he shattered three bows. In truth, he had to, or else he wouldn't be certain of hitting his target. Someone like his Grandpa Kunan would be so skilled that the limited tensile strength of his bow wouldn't matter. He would be able to work within the limits of his weapon to take down his enemy.