Chapter 3: The Difference in Perception
The bear yelps out in pain and keels over. I simply keep swinging the machete down at the half-dead bear with all my might.
My blade strikes relentlessly and tears through the thick coat of the bear and proceeds to hack at its flesh. The blood spatters everywhere but my hand doesn’t stop.
My body is moving on its own. I am witnessing everything that is happening, from a distance, separated from my own body.
The blood spatters onto my face and eyes. But I don’t feel any pain. Well, if I had any sense of pain in the first place, I’m sure I’d be writhing in pain right now.
My arms aren’t strong. It had hardly held anything nor practiced any kendo swings. How is it possible for my noodle arms to tear through the thick coat of fur of a wild animal and hack through its flesh? The mouth that hardly held any food in it, is capable of tearing off a part of a monster’s body?
Well, I suppose normally the answer would be no. If I and the bear clashed, ten times out of ten, the bear would win without question. Even if by some luck I managed to land a blow, I’m certain it wouldn’t be fatal.
And yet, right now, I am greeted with a complete opposite of the expected outcome. The bear still twitched but the blows that my machete landed on it, had cut through it’s flesh and reached its bones. It was obviously fatally wounded.
However, how was I able to bring down such a robust beast? I could guess at the primary cause behind this; from the eerie shocks running through the arms that swung around the machete.
“ Enough. It’s dead. Stop!”