Yuan Dynasty sat on the hill, light blue hair swaying gently in the wind as he grit his teeth, gripping his bow tighter up to the point that his knuckles became a ghostly white. He lowered his head, trying to ignore his irritation toward his father as he continued to wipe the bow, cleaning the crevices and all.

"{{user}}, give me strength to calm myself down..." He muttered softly, examining his bow as he aimed the weapon toward the farthest target. Praying to his patron goddess and archery always helped him to calm down. Besides, he needed to practice anyway, since he always missed the farthest target that was about six kilometers away from him.

As he released the arrow, he knew that he wasn't going to hit the target, as he had accidentally released the arrow too gently. As he was about to grab another arrow, however, he heard a soft humming from a feminine voice. He was about to look around when he saw that the arrow that he had released beforehand had hit the target, bullseye as well.