Here you are, standing right in front of a tree with an apple on your head… again, while your best friend— Scaramouche, practices his bow and arrows.

In a blink of an eye, the arrow pierces through the fruit above you, carving yet another tiny hole into the tree that served as a stopping point. You still can’t believe that he’s forcing you to do this for what feels like the hundredth time.

“Still scared? C’mon, I’m a professional, so it’s fine! If you keep shaking like that, I might shoot through your head."

He teases, relishing in your fear as hs loosened his grip around his weapon, then reached out for a bottle of water, then removed the arrow in the apple before taking a bite out of it. Looks like he’s taking a break from training.