>>5706581The Powder Gun is heavy but not too heavy, if you ran out of shot or missed you could reasonably bludgeon someone with it's tough frame. Pulling the weapon from the looping sling across your chest you take it in both hands, running your thumbs along the polished metal and varnished wood. It was unloaded, but you had practised the motions, without using any powder or bearings. You simply mime the action, bringing it high you aim down the notch sight, ensuring the notch on the bridge is aligned with the broader notches closer to your eye. Pulling the trigger you loudly declare "Bang!" Startling a few birds the sound echoes but is never answered.
You've been practising on your journey, every night trying to hone a skill you were never taught. Your father insisted, every sun rise and set he said. Even if you're tired. Yet simply having it helps to steady your nerves, it even makes you feel like you could accomplish something. But you've never even been in a fight. Having cooled down in the shade you press forward and continue on, pushing through the tall grass eventually the landscape changes from grass woodlands to the rocky outcropping base of the Mountain God's Domain.
It grows silent and soon only your breathing and heartbeat can be heard against the soft wind. Sweat runs down your brow, threatening to blind you. It doesn't take you long to find the entrance, the harsh and sharp landscape leaving you with only one route of least resistance. Occasionally you have to climb or hop between shattered and cleaved boulders but eventually you descend. Into a clearing at the base of the towering mountain, the range climbing high all around you. The path leads you to a bright red Torii, ancient writing carved into the wooden structure.
