[Whistles as he walks through the woods, bow and quiver slung across his back, tossing the axe up and down in his hand, catching it by the handle. The Ero manga is in his back pocket to use for kindling - both for a fire and his mortified rage when he comes across Japan (either of them).]

[As he passes the bridge, he fumbles with the axe, dropping it. It falls on the post, cutting one of the lines supporting the bridge.]

Whoops. Heh...

[Glances around to make sure no one saw that, pulls out his axe, and skedaddles on his way out of there.]