Medeia sighed because Nico looked more nervous after hearing her statement. He struggled to keep his composure and his hands still trembling as they gripped the bow.
"Alright, come here." Medeia's voice softened a bit. "If you want to survive, you have to stop doubting yourself. Monsters aren't going to wait for you to get stronger. You either adapt or you'll be their next meal."
Medeia stood behind him, helping Nico to adjust his stance. She placed her hands on his shoulders, guiding him into a more stable position.
She said, "Focus, Nico. Your hands should be steady, your body should be firm. If you can't trust your strength, then how do you expect the bow to listen to you?"
Nico didn't fully understand the concept of the bow listening to him, but he was determined to try.
