Things progress like the mental schedule made a day ago. After sewing lessons, and a lot of finger poking, archery is the next thing on the to-do list. This time, a real bow instead of the magical branch of death Yraka has in his bag.
Kyrie takes a normal bow that is drastically different from a magical one, for one, the string is soft and needs a lot of care, and the same goes for the bow's body. Applying a sliver of strength more than necessary may just snap it like a twig, the same can be said for the string.
While less than conventional and a weight-lifting exercise, the magical bows were sturdy and could handle his inhuman strength, whereas the bows made by fairies could snap at any mistake on his part.
