The poor man's Pulley Bow made by Harano was surprisingly powerful—anything he shot at close range died instantly. He was quite satisfied. After coming back, he busied himself in his room, hammering and tinkering to further refine and improve it, aiming to make it feel perfectly natural in his hands. While he was thoroughly absorbed in all this, Ah Man came back with Ah Qing in tow.
The two of them knelt in a corner of the mud-seat, not saying a word, just watching him take apart the parts, clanging and banging, twisting them around, putting them back together, just messing around endlessly.
After a while, Harano noticed they were still sitting there, refusing to leave, so he casually asked, "What's up? Didn't you guys try it already? Anything else you need?"
Ah Man froze, then said in surprise, "Shouldn't you have something to say to me?"
Harano's expression got even weirder. "What would I possibly need to say to you?"
"Really nothing? Think again!"
