"My father was the best hunter that I have ever seen and was my only worship. I felt that my father was never some ordinary hunter at all. From time to time, I could feel the rush of death when watching my father draw the bow. The skin crawled, my hair tightened, and the pumping blood that was coursing through my veins stopped. The deadliest archer on the battlefield. I believe that the skills taught by my father were none other than the skills used to kill enemies.
However, on one unknown day, my father suddenly disappeared. There was no news of him and none of the villagers had seen a glimpse of him at all. Thus, I believe that my father had encountered something unexpected. One, old enemies. Two, back into the military. And three, which were the most unlikely, died under the jaw of a b
