Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound of Ken's arrows hitting their target was a lot louder than the other trainees practicing alongside him. His target dummy had been replaced with a sturdy wooden board, and he had already turned it into a sieve, his heavy iron-wrought ammunition spearing through it despite their slow velocity, making up for the lacking speed with their momentum.
Ken felt oddly powerful with this bow and these arrows in his hands. The gaze with which he was looking at the rest of the training ground was somewhat predatory, carrying the confidence that came from knowing that he could put a hole in anything and everything in this place, even the brick walls!
