Zou Yue keenly gazed at the target. His arms were aching, but he held his position until he was clearly sure that he would hit the target. With a smooth sliding motion, he released the taunt arrow room from his bow.
It whooshed loudly and hit the target right in its centre.
He lowered his bow with a wide smirk on his face. "Bull's eye!"
"You are doing better than expected," an old man behind him who was tending to the arrows whispered.
"That was my only bull's-eye," he mumbled awkwardly, and went over to pick out his arrows. In a consecutive order of ten arrows, he was only able to hit the bulls-eye once. "With practice I can do much better," he whispered to himself and pushed the arrowed into his quiver.
For the next hour and a half he patiently practiced until at least three of his arrows out of ten hit the bullseye.
