"Yeah, that's it. Focus your attention on your weapon. You and it are one; it's an extension of your arm—relax, relax. Hey, don't eat it! Use it to aim! And don't eat your belt! Don't eat your weapon case either! Hey, what's with this kid..."
Nangong Sanba frantically rescued the crossbow and weapon case from Doudou's grasp, but only managed to save most of them. Little Merman still had half a training sword, thin as a toothpick, clamped between her teeth as she grinned foolishly at the adults around her, smacking her tail against the coffee table. "More!"
Today was Doudou's second day of weapons training. The little one still didn't quite understand what these things that looked so delicious were for, but under the adults' instruction, she could now go for a while without biting her equipment—at most, a few minutes. Hao Ren rubbed Doudou's tail with his fingertip. "Sanba, you should get her a proper set of equipment. Honestly, this kid is already better at Demon Hunter skills than you are. Your half-baked skills can't even hurt yourself, so she'll be fine."
Nangong Sanba carefully reorganized the weapon case Doudou had messed up, declaring righteously as he did so, "Please call me by my full name, or call me Nangong—'Sanba' is prone to misunderstandings. Besides, I think your suggestion makes a lot of sense."
Doudou hugged Hao Ren's finger and kissed it, then continued bouncing around on the coffee table in search of food. As she was still growing, she felt hungry almost every moment of the day. Yet no one knew where all the wood she ate ended up, because the little one showed no sign of gaining weight. This Demon Hunter Fish, destined to accomplish great things, was still only a clueless little fish for now,