"Hand over Midorima Yuko, now!"
The head monk ordered, his eyes glowing with malicious light.
Haruka stepped forward with a precision that betrayed her intensive training, her expression as cold as the mountain mist.
Then, her Karyoku activated, erupting in a brilliant flare of sapphire light.
From the ether, a bow made of shimmering blue energy manifested in her grip, its string humming with a high-pitched, melodic vibration that seemed to cut through the oppressive ritual air.
She notched an invisible arrow and pointed it directly at the head monk's throat.
This is the bow of Odysseus, the symbol of his unyielding love and the instrument of his justice.
The offensive aspect of her Karyoku.
"Hm. Karyoku... As expected, you people aren't so simple," the head monk muttered, his eyes narrowing behind the slits of his porcelain mask.
The blue light of the bow reflected off the white surface, making him look like a phantom.
