Noticing that his archery skill was still acceptable, Shane nodded his head. While he collected the remaining carcasses, he noticed something important.
'If I miss a target, my arrows will be lost forever, huh?' and a slightly complicated expression appeared on his face, after figuring out that he would have to hit every target if possible.
Shane kept searching for the arrow that pierced through the sparky-horned goat's back, but he couldn't find it.
He wasn't thinking about the danger encroaching on him when he missed his target but rather the loss of a single arrow that was worth nothing compared to his life.
This was what a stingy person was made of and Shane was slightly embarrassed after noticing it himself.
`At least my aim is still good` He thought with some pride, as he turned around to search for his new prey.
Shane was feeling slightly exhausted but that was solely because he had used his [Berserk] skill.
