"Actually, I wanted to run away too."
The man known as 'Fujimura', in a complex expression that was either a bitter smile or a self-deprecating grin, wiped his nose with the back of his hand and spoke in a low voice.
This sentiment seemed to affect the militia who had been saved by him, now huddled together in disarray, hiding behind a small wooden board.
The militia emitted a sobbing sound.
Arrows continued to thud against the wooden board, making a dull 'thud thud' sound.
Fujimura grumbled with some jealousy and amazement, "Damn it! How can mere mountain bandits be this wealthy?"
Everyone knows that shooting from a distance is far safer and less prone to injury than close combat.
But why can't they afford to provide everyone with a bow and arrow?
It's simply too expensive!
Fujimura instinctively calculated in his mind, being a well-known traveling merchant, he could easily estimate the cost required to equip these bows and arrows.
