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I wandered again through the forest, away from the river.

This forest had berries, but whether they were safe for humans to eat was another question.

I vaguely remember reading about it in a survival book, but I was a middle schooler, more interested in weapons at that impressionable age.

The weapon pages were well-thumbed, unlike the pristine pages about food.

So, embarrassingly, with my lack of knowledge, I decided to hunt the rabbit I saw yesterday, thinking it would be edible if cooked.

A giant hamster would be fine, too, but maybe it would dart so fast that it could stab my heart in a blink.

Unlikely, but better safe than sorry.

After all, it’s my second day in this otherworld, and I’m somewhat skeptical whether my common sense still applies here.

Hunger, however, waits for no one.

Thinking too much wastes time, so I get ready to hunt.

This time, I plan to use two weapons to hunt the rabbit.

First, a spear.

Spears are relatively simple to make and efficient.

I find a straight, long stick and sharpen one end with a knife.

The knife, a gift from God, is incredibly useful, showing no signs of wear even in amateur hands, possibly possessing infinite durability.

I thought about tying the knife to the spear’s tip but decided to keep it on my waist for close combat, instead strengthening the spear by charring the sharpened end.

This should be enough to finish the rabbit.

But the rabbit is a wild animal.

Even with a long-reach spear, it might sense me and escape.

Despite my longer strides, the agile rabbit could easily elude me.

So, I make a bow and arrows to slow it down.

I prepare a long, flexible, strong branch for the bow, use bark for the string, and fashion arrows from straight, thin branches.

Wild animals, sharp and elusive, survive in a brutal world of survival of the fittest. A quick, sharp arrow might give me a chance.

As I pick up an arrow to test, I feel God’s blessing again.

My body knows how to use the bow as I’ve trained for years.

Holding a weapon, yet feeling no tension.

I nock the arrow with a clear mind, draw the bow, and release.

The arrow flies straight, hitting a distant tree trunk. Amazing accuracy.

Upon reflection, using a bow, a long-range weapon, surely requires practice.

It should take longer to master than a sword.

Without God’s gift, I might have become a Bone Archer instead of Amano Suzune by the time I could shoot accurately.

Armed, I wander the forest, searching for prey.

The ecosystem is diverse and puzzling, from familiar animals like birds, lizards, rabbits, and deer to bizarre creatures like winged squirrels and horned hamsters.

From this bizarre lineup, I must find my prey.

As much as it’s for survival, I prefer to take as few lives as possible.

The deer seems strong, so maybe a rabbit.

Thinking so, I scan the area carefully…

“…There.”

A whisper so soft I’m the only one who hears it.

About 10 meters away, a rabbit strolls carelessly.

I feel guilty for taking a life striving to survive, but I need to do this to live.

I apologize to the rabbit in my heart, draw the bow, and aim.

The old me couldn’t hit a distant, moving target.

But thanks to God’s power, the arrow smoothly hits the rabbit.

A small cry as it falls.

Sorry to do this, but I’ll eat and honor it properly, turning it into sustenance.

With water and rabbit, a significant first-day hunting haul, I head home, already fond of my rugged abode.