Chapter 22. Bronze Class
The training field was filled with the sound of arrows slicing through the air and the groans of students struggling to hit their targets. Several students missed entirely.
Only few managed to hit the edges of the bullseye but cursed under their breath, frustration clear on their faces.
The professor paced behind them, giving curt instructions, though his attention kept drifting toward the one figure standing calm, Leonhardt Caulem, I mean Reo.
Reo's stance was steady, his focus sharp. He nocked an arrow, drew the string back smoothly, and held it, his crimson eyes locked on the target ahead.
Then he released the arrow.
The arrow flew straight and true, piercing the exact center of the bullseye and splitting an arrow already lodged there.
The field fell silent. The professor stopped mid-sentence, staring at the target. Disbelief etched across their faces.
One boy beside Reo struggled to notch his arrow properly, muttering, "How the hell is he doing that?"
The violet braided haired girl next to him, who had yet to even hit her target, shook her head in frustration.
"He's never been good with weapons," she whispered.
He let out a low breath, lowering the bow as if his shot had been nothing special.