|I am awesome or what?|
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Yuma headed over to Sire’s place. He went to see what weapons his brother, at least that’s what he called him, had to offer.
“So what do you have for me, Shik’isn?” he asked.
“First things first Shitsili, hand me your knives. You know the rules,” Sire told him as made the appropriate gesture.
Yuma unpacked all of the knives he had on his person. It resulted with a pile on the table. The sheer amount even shocked Sire, just a bit.
“How many knives do you carry with you again?”
“As many as I need.”
Sire brought out enough knives for Yuma, a bow and quiver of arrows, and a tomahawk designed after the same one his great-grandfather used. The knives, arrows, and tomahawk were all black with an electric blue lining that glowed lightly. Yuma took and equipped them all.
“So how do all of these work?”
Sire explained, “Just think it, hit your opponents with these, and