Using Rayshifts for your own purposes… Clever, yet selfish, even I must admit.

Your eyes move between stalls, taking the chance to drink in every sight they possibly can as you slowly make your way through festival grounds, the Demon King of the Sixth-Heaven marching alongside you, her gaze inspecting individual stalls as well, taking time to focus on interesting stalls, compared to your skimming. Though, the sudden pause in her movement brings you to a halt as well, a gloved hand grasping your chin tightly to turn it towards a nearby stall, decorated with naught but a few cork-guns and an abundance of prizes.

Such an interesting usage of such dangerous weaponry, wouldn’t you think, Master? …I must truly grasp this up close.

It doesn’t even feel like a second has passed before you’re dragged to the stall, a small fortune of Yen tossed to the counter before Nobunaga gets to discussing the game. Not much of the talk interests you, but one question manages to catch your attention at the last second.

I understand you would much prefer I used your implements, but surely you could accept a few attempts with my own, yes?

You aren’t even sure that her question is answered before a quiet click sounds out right next to you, the iron barrel of a matchlock rifle being pushed right past your face to aim at one of the few cans upon the centre table in the stall, the woman wielding it bringing one eye shut to further focus upon the tin container. One breath. Two breaths. Hold…

Bang! Bang, bang-bang! Ba— CRACK! —ng! Ba-ba-bang!

You silently thank whatever gods exist above for the conveniently-timed fireworks, taking a moment to glance between the still-smoking rifle in Nobunaga’s hands, the missing tin can, and the small hole in the back of the stall that has now come into existence.

…Far too weak a target. Maybe it would be better if it was made of something stronger, such as bamboo…

She’s so focused on the shot itself, she doesn’t even notice the shivering stall-owner place a plushie on the counter.