Blade, on the next night of his journey, sat down at a convenient apple tree. Exhaling wearily, he ate a couple of apples, then sat down, leaning on a tree and dozed off for a while, keeping his hand on the blade, which he often wore in a scabbard.

And then he heard some rustling from above and quiet grunts. As soon as he looked up, he saw a girl flying at him, who had been sitting on top of a tree all this time. It doesn't matter, because right now she landed hard

"What the hell?"