Lakrak had been thinking he should slowly begin practicing with moving targets. He thought of the trick Owen had taught him before.

‘Before releasing the bowstring, hold your breath and look directly at the target.’

It was hard for Lakrak to understand at first, and he thought it was a fake trick.

It only took a moment to let go of the bowstring, and in Lakrak’s opinion, the advantage of the bow was that it could be quickly pulled and released, thus allowing a fast shot.

However, this trick that Owen taught him applied when aiming at moving targets far away.

Lakrak let go of the bowstring. The arrow released from the bow passed through both of Shunen’s ankles, and Shunen fell to the ground in an unsightly manner.

“Aak!”

The grayish-brown Lizardmen who were waving their bloody wooden clubs around in search for a target to take revenge on heard Shunen’s scream.

“There’s Shunen!”

“Take his skin off while he’s alive!”

“Take his intestines out!”

“Keep him alive until we take his brain out!”

Shunen soon went through everything the Lizardmen had threatened to do to him.

As Lakrak watched everything happen, he snapped the bow in half with his knee and threw it on the ground.

“Why break the bow…?”

“I’m sorry I broke your gift, Owen.”

“That’s not what I meant. I just asked because it was a good bow that could...