[Extraction successful. Congratulations, you obtained the Skill "Precision Throw."]
A feeling surfaced in his heart, instinctive and requiring no explanation. He understood it perfectly. Asakusa Toru casually pulled a Voice Recorder from his person, raised his hand, and let it fly.
"Whoosh—"
"—Crack."
The shadow shot through the air, slammed into the wall and gouged out a deep dent, then dropped to the floor with a clatter when it had nowhere else to go.
Bolstered by his powerful wrist and the lock-on effect of Precision Throw, the concealed-weapon technique Asakusa Toru had practiced over and over for days without mastering came easily to him now.
Cracks spread across the pure white wall around the Voice Recorder's point of impact. The conspicuous dent showed Asakusa Toru just how destructive his throw had been.
"Whoa!" Asakusa Toru exclaimed in astonishment as he looked at the mark he had made.
Then he pulled out another Voice Recorder and threw it again.
With unerring accuracy, its tip struck the dent left by the previous throw. The cracks spread a little farther, and the mark dug a little deeper into the wall.
As everyone knew, a Voice Recorder might be called a recorder, but most of them looked more like rectangular bars than pens, and lacked a sufficiently sharp edge.
So this result was already impressive enough.
It had plenty of stopping power.
He had aimed both throws at the same target, and neither had deviated in the slightest.
...So this was the power of Precision Throw?
Not bad at all.
But...
"Why the hell couldn't this have come sooner?" People were never satisfied.
As satisfying as it was to hit whatever he aimed at, Asakusa Toru couldn't help wanting more. Why hadn't he gotten this thing earlier?
If he had, he could've