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Chapter 110 The New Archery Instructor

The arena and training ground.

Mr. Slav gathered all the first-year students together and announced something.

"In light of feedback from some students, I have made some adjustments to the course and added archery as a subject."

Everyone has different strengths; not everyone is good at close combat.

Some non-noble students, born into hunter families and learning hunting from a young age, are actually more skilled in archery.

Some nobles who felt that close combat was too barbaric would also train them in horseback archery from a young age.

Archery should have been included in the curriculum long ago, but it has been put on hold due to a lack of suitable teachers.

Mr. Slav could teach spearmanship, swordsmanship, and axemanship, but because he had been shot in the knee by an arrow years ago, he had a phobia of bows and arrows.

Fortunately, someone volunteered to fill the vacancy of the archery instructor.

Archery.

Wiener felt a sudden tightness in his chest, a bad premonition creeping over him.

And this premonition soon came true.

"This is Ms. Samif, who will be your archery teacher from now on."

As Slav finished his introduction, Samif instantly appeared to Slav's right, performing a miraculous act of disappearing into the distance in front of hundreds of students.

Concealing one's movements in the shadows is on a completely different level of difficulty compared to hiding in such an open and unobstructed situation.

This one move alone stunned all the freshmen in the audience.

"Shall I introduce myself?" Slav offered his seat.

"I am Samif, and I will temporarily serve as your archery instructor." Samif's introduction was extremely brief.

"That's it. I have other things to do today, so consider this martial arts class as an archery apprenticeship. Whether you're interested or not, learning more is never a bad thing."

Whether he had something to do or was simply allergic to bows and arrows, Mr. Slav disappeared in an instant after introducing the new teacher to the first-year students.

"Then let's start the class."

Taking on the role of archery instructor was not Samif's personal choice, but rather a task assigned to her by the headmaster.

However, she would carry out any task without complaint.

"Most of the students here are meeting me for the first time. I need to understand your level before I start teaching."

“That’s easy, it’s just target practice, right? I’ll go first.” A student from the Magic Academy who looked like a nobleman volunteered.

"Then you can go first," Samif said, not wanting to dampen the other's enthusiasm.

"Before we start the target practice, let's have a little warm-up."

"Twenty shuttle runs, record the scores. Excluding this student who volunteered, the rest will shoot at the target in reverse order of their scores."

Even someone with a basic understanding of target shooting can achieve decent results if they calm down and aim carefully.

But such archery is nothing more than a showy display, meaningless in actual combat.

The physical exhaustion from strenuous exercise, heavy breathing, and a racing heart can all interfere with a shooter's accuracy.

Only by hitting the target under all kinds of unfavorable conditions can one be a successful archer.

The shuttle run was a piece of cake for the first-year students on the sidelines.

However, if speed is added, it means that the endurance competition becomes a competition of explosive power, and if you are even a little slower, you will be left behind by others.

Those who rank higher take their shots later, which means they have more time to adjust their breathing.

That alone gives them a reason to give it their all.

With just a little trick, he accurately grasped the psychology of the first-year students.

If anyone has a problem with this, it's Wiener.

"vomit--"

Before I could even digest my breakfast, I was faced with this round trip.

It felt as if Vina's stomach had been mercilessly turned inside out, and she vomited up even the swill from the previous night.

Viner, who vomited uncontrollably halfway through the race, achieved a commendable last place, ranking only behind the noble student who volunteered.

This woman was indeed here to torment him.

The noble students, who prided themselves on their archery skills, were urged to begin before they could even catch their breath, and three out of five arrows hit the target.

Next up was Vina.

After taking a deep breath, Wiener raised his bow and nocked an arrow.

Gondorav is activated instantly.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Two arrows in a row hit the bullseye.

Just as Vina was about to fire her third arrow, Samif suddenly interrupted her.

He then snapped his fingers, and a gust of wind swept through the arena.

To begin with, shooting at targets was already a difficult task, and now wind speed and direction have become variables as well.

"That's about right, shoot."

Faced with this unexpectedly difficult task, Wiener had no choice but to bite the bullet and start.

"Whoosh-"

"Forty-six rings, so-so, next one."

There was no need to send anyone to report the target; Samif's view was completely unobstructed, and she accurately read the ring numbers on the target.

After everyone had taken their turn, Wiener's score was still among the top.

This shows how many of those who claim to have some skill in archery are just putting on a show.

"Tsk." Samif was clearly dissatisfied with the result.

“Those who score 45 points or higher, I’ll teach you archery later. As for the rest—” Samif glanced around.

"If you want to practice, continue practicing according to this process. If you can't reach forty rings before the end of get out of class, I advise you to give up learning archery."

"As for those who don't want to practice, you can leave get out of class now. I don't take attendance during class."

Teaching someone who isn't interested in learning is a waste of time.

It would be better to use the limited time to teach those who are capable.

This is Samif's teaching philosophy.

The remaining students split into three groups, with most staying in place to continue practicing.

Among those who left the arena was the noble student who had first embarrassed himself.

Wiener, along with several other qualified students, followed Samif to another shooting range.

“I’m not as good at teaching as the Slavs. So ask less questions and observe more. How much you learn depends on your own understanding.”

Samif drew an ordinary wooden bow from his waist and skillfully nocked an arrow.

Just as the arrow was about to be released, the right hand holding the bowstring gripped the fletching, twisted the bowstring twice, and then shot it out swiftly when the bowstring was taut to its limit.

The arrowhead, carrying a strong spiraling force, struck the distant target precisely, embedding itself deeply into the bullseye.

“In an emergency, the enemy will not give our archers a second chance to draw their bows, demanding that we kill them with one shot. This is the archery technique used in such situations, which I call ‘Strong Bow’.”

"You can practice on your own from now on."

After saying that, Samif became a hands-off manager and didn't even bother to demonstrate again.

Completely disregarding the difficulty of the bowing technique "Strong Bow," which far surpasses "Fierce Strike" and "Continuous Thrust," this technique is used to describe the difficulty of the bowing skill "Strong Bow."

Those who can learn archery are not bad at eyesight.

Samif's operation seems simple, but it is very difficult to replicate.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Wiener resorted to cheating.

"Teacher Samif, may I borrow your bow to take a look?"

To others, this might just seem like a strange request.

However, knowing that Vena possessed the ability to use heralds, Samif naturally understood Vena's meaning.

“Yes.” Samif handed over the bow.

Chapter 111 Samif's Admonition

When he received the bow, Viña was still surprised at how easy the other party was to talk to.

Little did they know that all of this was within Samif's calculations.

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

As soon as Wiener drew his bow, the bowstring could not withstand the tension and snapped completely.

The broken bowstring struck Vina's face, leaving a red mark.

It wasn't that Samif didn't want to demonstrate a second time, but rather that this bow simply couldn't be used a second time as a "powerful bow." If forced to use it, Wiener would be the best example.

Samif clearly knew this, which is why she deliberately handed the bow to Vina.

It's really asking too much of it to practice archery with a longbow like this, to use it to perform archery techniques like "powerful bow".

“There are plenty of spare strings; if one breaks, we can just put a new one on.” Samif was prepared and placed something resembling a quiver on the ground.

Inside are all kinds of bowstrings.

If you don't even know how to select or change strings, Samif suggests practicing with other weapons.

While the others gradually began to practice, Viña sat on the ground, miserably changing the bowstring.

Changing a string in one's own workshop is not difficult, but asking him to change a string by hand without tools is really a bit of a hassle.

Looking at his clumsy technique, Samif even doubted whether he had properly maintained the Ink Shadow after acquiring it.

"Have you really never used a bow before?"

Samif walked up to Vina and spoke.

To others, it was just the archery instructor checking Wiener's progress in changing his bow.

"I've only ever been a blacksmith, never a hunter."

"Vina said confidently, while forcefully bending the bowstring onto the bow handle," he said.

The fact that he was able to hit the bullseye was entirely thanks to Gondoraf.

Even with the power of the emblem, Vena still couldn't perfectly utilize the Longbow Shadow, so it remained in the workshop's cold storage.

“You rely too much on your emblems. If an opponent takes advantage of you being unarmed or unable to carry weapons to launch a sneak attack, you won’t even have the ability to fight back,” Samif warned.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Wiener countered.

"Keep your sharp edge hidden until you are truly able to protect yourself."

"Even if something happens, don't you still have a disguised identity?"

"However, others have linked the blacksmith Vena with Mikazuki."

"Some hard work is best done in secret. Even if you show off your swordsmanship and archery skills in public, it's enough to attract attention. If you continue like this, naturally some people will get restless," Samif advised with experience.

Talented individuals like Viña, born with a clean reputation and not yet associated with any powerful figures, will soon be sought after by others.

Although Samif's attitude remained unchanged on the surface, she had already accepted that Viner was one of the academy's own people and naturally did not want him to be poached by other forces.

“I’ll consider it. So how did you come up with the idea of ​​becoming an archery instructor?” Vena asked, puzzled.

Although she hadn't asked him directly, the memories emanating from the shadows told Vena that the blood on Samif's hands was far more than just a little.

The captain of the secret operations team on the dark side of the academy can't hold his position just by being a skilled archer.