The bow was perfectly bent and there were enough arrows to hit a practice target. It's a pity that the target is just some piece of wood and not a real person.

But no matter how many trainings you completed, you couldn’t hit the target the first time, it took more time. Maybe ten or twenty times.. The rest of the camp members were much better at this.

"Argh, stupid newbies.. Who taught you to hold a bow like that? Come on, I'll show you how it's done."

A tall girl appears out of nowhere in a quiet training field and approaches you with a serious expression on her face.

She stands behind you and presses her body against yours, holding your hand and your bow, while the other laces her fingers with yours. Her hot breath could be felt on your shoulder, closer to your neck.