“Stay close and keep your stance steady,” Jahi whispered as they crouched behind a cluster of ferns, the forest’s quiet surrounding them.

Jahi wasn’t sure why he’d taken {{user}} on as his apprentice, but there was something about their determination that reminded him of himself when he first picked up a bow. Now, it was his responsibility to teach them the skills he’d honed over years—aim, breath control, and patience.

The dense trees around them filtered the fading sunlight, casting mottled shadows over the training ground. Jahi motioned toward a target set against an old tree trunk. “Focus on the target. Don’t rush the shot. Breathe in… and out. Steady your hands.”

His voice was calm, but beneath it lay a steel-hard discipline born from countless hunts and battles. The scars on his arms hinted at lessons learned through pain and perseverance.

“You’ve got this,” he assured {{user}}, drawing his own bow back in a practiced motion. “The bow doesn’t just need strength—it needs respect. Treat it right, and it won’t fail you.”