The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

The next day, I resumed my archery training just like before.

The sun had risen high by the time my final arrows flew.

Thunk. Thunk.

Each one struck the straw target, though not all landed at the center just yet. Still, my form had come a long way since the day before. My arms ached faintly, but it was the good kind of ache, the kind that came with real progress.

Alessio crossed his arms and gave a small, approving nod. "That’s enough for today."

I let out a breath, lowering the bow. "Perfect timing. My arms are just starting to feel it."

He walked over, collecting a few stray arrows along the way.

"We’ll continue tomorrow. It will be our final archery session before we begin advanced dagger training that includes throwing, feinting, and disarm tactics."

He continued, "You’ve already nailed the basics, and judging from how you handled those thugs before, you’ve got close-quarters combat down too. So we can move on to the next step."

I blinked. "So tomorrow’s the last."

He nodded. "That was the plan."

I gave a small nod. "Got it."