[Yusaku tries through the throwing knives – outright dismissing the larger, heavier ones – before settling on one of the smallest. He weights it in his hand, turning the knife carefully to make sure he doesn't injure himself, muttering:]
The balance feels off, somehow.
[Still, he takes this knife over to the target and tries to throw it… and while he doesn't hit the center, the knife does hit the target in one of the inner rings. Huh.]
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The balance feels off, somehow.
[Still, he takes this knife over to the target and tries to throw it… and while he doesn't hit the center, the knife does hit the target in one of the inner rings. Huh.]