In any case, with my day being left to me alone, I decided to train, but not in a way that would tire me a lot.
'It had been a while since I had focused on my bow.'
While I was not slacking off with my training, it was understandable that my focus was not on my bow or my daggers for a while.
Since I have been working on a more diversity of weapons, that was to be expected.
I made my way to the training grounds, the familiar scent of fresh grass and the faint hum of mana in the air welcoming me. The grounds were mostly empty, surprisingly, a rare occurrence that would not happen a lot.
'Well, not every trainee wants to train on Sunday.' I reminded myself as I grabbed one of the practice bows from the rack.
I set up a few targets at varying distances, but nothing too complex. Today wasn't about pushing my limits—it was about sharpening them. I took a deep breath, drawing the bowstring back smoothly.
