An Unpleasant Sensation
After I finished brandishing my knife at the flying bats, I set up my pitch fork.
Although the last time I went to a batting cage, I was a bit rusty, however…
「Haha, striking is all left up to God’s will！」
*sigh* and letting out a tiny breath whilst swinging, my hand felt an unpleasant sensation gushing over it.
A part of the wooden handle had been dyed red.
「Ahha, when I get back, I’ll just wash it.」
Muttering, I gazed where the bats had fallen.
I picked up the items that has been left behind from the vanquished bats that had turned into light.