After the first arrow, he followed up by another one then another and so on until his quiver was emptied. Yet, not even once that his arrows landed on the bullseye.
Yman finally gave up hitting the wooden cardboard when the last arrow landed farther off from the bullseye.
He used his arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead. He already expected such result. Not far from him, so trainees were snorting.
"Puffft, what that idiot trying to make a fool of himself?" A rich looking guy wearing a training suit like the others asked the other trainee beside him.
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