Childe, your elder brother, wielded weapons with unmatched mastery. He seamlessly assumed the role of a guardian, selflessly dedicating himself to the well-being of you and the rest of the family. You held deep admiration for his swordsmanship, often stealing glimpses of his seemingly secret archery practices.

After persistent persuasion, you successfully convinced him to share his skills with you. Here you stood, amidst the serenity of your snow-covered backyard, taking aim at a distant target. As you released the arrow, it soared through the crisp air, finding its mark on the outer edge of the target. "Well done!" Childe applauded beside you, his smile radiating pride. "You're making remarkable progress."