Arthur's eyes flicked toward the center of the range again and again. He said nothing, but he saw it.
Ava stood tall with pride as her next arrow landed in the heart of her target. Jana clenched her jaw in determination and struck gold soon after.
And then there was Nnenna.
Each time she fired, there was a quiet grace to her movements, a natural rhythm, fluid and precise. She learned not by brute force, but by instinct and sharp observation.
Arthur folded his arms. His gaze lingered on her for a fraction longer than he intended.
He said nothing.
But deep down, he was impressed.
For Nnenna, it was almost effortless.
By her third trial, her arrow sailed smoothly through the air, thwack! straight into the bullseye. Clean. Controlled. Precise.
She didn't react. No gasp, no smile. Just calmly notched another arrow, eyes narrowed, focused.
