The scorching hot sun cast down its violent rays on the open field, giving the atmosphere a humid feel. Although it was a nuisance, the weather was rather perfect for training.
I stood in the open training field, a bow and arrow in my hand, my eyes focused on the target in front of me. The air was still, with no movement from the wind. And then, I released the arrow, and in a split second, it landed a few inches away from the centre.
"Damn it," I frowned as a sigh escaped my lips.
I had been training for days, but it didn't feel like it amounted to anything. I had not improved, and the tourney was a few days away. At this rate, I was going to get last place, and that would make my father highly disappointed in me.
I could not let that happen.
I slid an arrow into the bow, and aimed at
