CHAMELEON

"thank you," chameleon said, taking the case of knives and inspecting each one individually. "these are well crafted." he paid, and passed the blonde on his way out of the shop. they would meet again, but neither knew it yet. he practiced with the knives for days after. he started with inanimate objects—trees, rocks, plants and such. when he could consistently hit them, he moved on to things that moved. the forests of floor twenty-two were packed with wildlife. rabbits, birds, deer. the system helped speed up the improvement process, thanks to weapon skills. he wondered how much of i

the gemini he stared into the pond, admiring its stillness. bird's chirped, but aside from that, all was silent. a staring contest with his reflection proved to be more difficult than one would imagine. he couldn't help but blink when its expression changed before his did. "hello," it said. there were ripples in the image. in one motion, like a puppet being yanked up by invisible strings, it stood from the water. he blinked again. they were identical, but for an eerie, inhuman feeling that the double gave off. it wasn't him. it was mocking him. "hello," he said. "would

accuracy and evasion. hit and avoid being hit. they went together like bread and butter. a collection of rings and a pretty glass jar were set on the counter, but his eyes continued to peruse the shop while waiting to be checked out. he liked jewelry, but preferred it on the less flashy side. the plush animal keychains were a bit juvenile for his taste, and he thought the wolf necklaces screamed edge. not interested. "thanks," he forced a smile, clearing out of the shop with his purchases already equipped. the rings seemed to adjust to his fingers the moment he slipped them on.

swords were not his forte. swinging things felt unnatural; his slender frame and lean muscle mass put him at a disadvantage against anything bigger or stronger. disadvantages weren't his thing. his brain was his strongest weapon. anything that opened space for him to think would do wonders. spears were an obvious suggestion, but they were so bulky. shields were out of the question—only because he thought they were lame. he wasn't an archer, either. glancing around the shop, he thought of ways to maintain a gap between himself and his opponents. he filled out an order form, his mind s

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