It was morning, and another rain of arrows fell upon the village. Luther watched from afar with emotionless eyes, his gaze briefly sweeping over the long row of soldiers holding their bows after releasing the arrows that probably killed one or two people.
"He is really developing. I don't know about becoming a General, but he'll make a good leader" - Luther thought, observing Agusa as the young man instructed some of the soldiers around him, showing them how to better use the bow while on horseback. At first, Agusa wasn't even talking much with others, but now he was expressing himself and taking the lead in teaching them. It was a great development.
"Get ready to fire again in four hours!"- Luther's voice cut through the air, prompting all of them to look at him - "But for now, it's back to training!"
