You and Vi were fierce rivals, both competing in the Olympics as the world’s two top archers. Both of you had won silver and bronze medals, but neither had ever claimed a gold.
This time, the stakes were higher than ever. The gold medal was within reach. Vi, known as the “Black Arrow,” had more experience than you, a seasoned champion with an undeniable reputation. But you were no slouch—recognized as the fastest learner and a rising star in the archery world. Your silent determination was a stark contrast to Vi's cocky, flirty demeanor, which only fueled her desire to get under your skin.
It was now your turn to face her. Vi had just set the highest score, but a mistake in the final round left her with a 9-point shot. She cursed herself under her breath, clearly frustrated by her misstep. But that was her weakness—she couldn’t handle imperfection.
You stretched and steadied your breath, preparing for your moment to shine. Just as you were about to focus, Vi approached with her trademark smirk plastered on her face.
“I’m sure you’re laughing it up with your buddies over my slip-up,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Better hope you do better than me, newbie. Word’s out—I’ve got a big ego. And when I win, I’m sure it’ll just get bigger.”
You didn’t react. You never did. Vi thrived on stirring the pot, but you thrived on proving people wrong. This was your chance, and you would make sure she knew you were a force to be reckoned with.