A short break was declared at the end of the first round.
Zeke had looked particularly smug at the embedded arrows on the target. Every single one of his arrows hit bullseye. One of the arrows had pierced through another just to claim the same spot.
That just showed how good he was.
Everyone could see how his head had expanded from all the praises and woos from his fan club in the spectators seats. Some of them even wondered how he could carry such an overweight head all the time.
The number of the participants had been cut down to about three quarters of its original number. The next round was the hunting game. This time, the host guided them out from the stadium and had them line up in front of the locked training ground that was located right behind their school.
Zeke squinted at the large sign nailed on the enormous tree trunk in the front.
[THE ENCHANTED FOREST]
