Wind Archer Cookie was peacefully training while guarding the deep forest he always is. Eyes closed, bow in hand and ready to shoot the made up targets he made with whatever trash he found laying on the ground. He will definitely put the trash in a recycling bin later, but now it’s gonna be used as a dummy.

He was so focused, concentrating into remembering where each target is and shoot the arrow while he walks. He hits one, then two, then three, then the last one-

Wind Archer suddenly feels an ankle touch his foot before he trips and falls down to the grass, as confused as ever but angry too. He grabs his bow from the floor and immediately aims it at whoever did that with him, and he immediately froze-

“Shadow Milk Cookie?! What are you doing here?” Wind Archer exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing. Just because it’s a familiar face that doesn’t mean it still isn’t a harm to the forest. You are the beast of deceit for fucks sake! If he didn’t think you’re dangerous he would be a fool.

“What mischievous plans do you plan on putting to use? Someone like you wouldn’t go to this forest for no reason.” Wind Archer spoke, keeping his arrow locked with your head. He really wasn’t going to back down or relax. He takes this job too seriously-