After some refreshments in the reception hall, Sierra arrived.
Moon rose from his seat first, followed by Selene and Yara. Robert stepped forward with his usual dignified composure and introduced the two girls.
"Madam Sierra. Sir Moon has brought two guests along today. Miss Selene Sky, and Miss Yara."
Sierra’s eyes moved to both of them with a warm, curious expression. She gave a small nod.
"Welcome to my humble estate. Any friend of Moon’s is welcome here."
Both Selene and Yara returned the greeting with their own respectful nods.
Sierra’s attention moved to Moon.
"Let’s go."
The four of them followed her through the estate’s central corridors and out into the open air. Sierra led them across a stone path that wound between manicured hedges, past a small pond covered in floating lotus flowers, and eventually to the main archery range at the northern edge of the estate.
The range was enormous. Two kilometers of open field stretched out in front of a series of raised shooting platforms. Targets of varying distances dotted the landscape. Some were fixed. Others were mounted on tracks for moving-target practice. Reinforced backing walls at the far end stopped any stray arrows.
Sierra walked to an equipment rack near the shooting platform and lifted a bow.
She handed it to Moon.
His brows rose the moment the weapon settled into his hands.
It was extraordinary.
Moon used his Eye of Truth on the weapon.
’B-rank!’
"Isn’t this too much for a training bow?"
Sierra shook her head with a small smile.
"A good archer needs a good bow. Bad bows produce bad habits. Small inconsistencies in a training weapon compound into large flaws in a fighter’s form. You’ll learn faster with a proper weapon in your hands."
Moon nodded slowly. It made sense.
"Now show me what you know."
She stepped back and folded her arms.
Moon took a moment to feel the bow before testing its weight, adjusting his grip and settling into a proper stance.
Feet at shoulder width, angled perpendicular to the target.
Weight balanced evenly and hips squared.
Shoulders relaxed but aligned, and calm breathing. Then he drew, anchor point at the corner of his mouth, string touching the tip of his nose, elbow held high and steady.
Sierra watched every movement.
"Not bad at all. Your fundamentals are cleaner than most Evolvers I’ve seen. Someone taught you properly, or you taught yourself with real discipline. Either way, you’ve done your homework."
She pointed toward a target roughly two hundred meters down the range.
"Now shoot that."
Moon nocked an arrow.
Two hundred meters was a relatively significant distance for an unclassified bow user. It required proper elevation calculation, wind reading, and a smooth release that maintained the arrow’s flight path over a long trajectory.
Most Evolvers would have been happy to land a shot anywhere on the target at that range.
Moon drew.
He activated Falcon’s Focus before releasing the arrow.
The arrow traveled the two hundred meters cleanly.
It struck the exact center of the target.
Sierra watched the impact register and slowly turned her head back to Moon.
Her expression carried a small note of respect.
"You have a strong foundation. Well, then. Let’s get straight to the crux."
She stepped forward and picked up her own bow from the rack.
"We’ll start with the concept of multiple arrow release. It’s a foundational technique for advanced archery. Most archers never learn it unless its a skill they were given by the system. Once you master it, your combat versatility multiplies. You can split fire between targets. You can concentrate fire on one enemy. You can thread arrows through cover to reach a target another archer couldn’t touch."
She drew two arrows from her quiver and nocked them onto her bowstring at once. She spread her fingers slightly to keep them separated at the release point.
"Watch."
With a quick draw-release move, two arrows left the bow in opposite directions initially, one arcing left, one arcing right. Their trajectories diverged for the first fraction of the flight before curving back toward each other. Both arrows converged on a single target and struck the same point.
Sierra lowered her bow.
"The trick is in the release. The two arrows push against each other when they leave the string. That push creates the divergence. If you release them cleanly, without gripping the string too tightly, the divergence is predictable. You can aim their initial paths so their curves bring them together at your intended target. The technique requires calculation of the target distance, the arrow weight, the string tension, and the finger pressure you apply during the release. Miss any of those variables and the arrows scatter."
Moon nodded, absorbing the explanation.
He nocked two arrows onto his own bow.
His fingers were unfamiliar with the multi-arrow grip, but he had watched Yara do it the day before. He mimicked her finger placement.
The two arrows exploded out of his bow.
Sierra watched the two arrows diverge widely, and converge just a little. Both landed in the outer rings of the target rather than the center.
It was a failed attempt. But not disastrously so.
Sierra nodded.
"Your release was too loose. You didn’t control the finger pressure. The arrows pushed each other harder than they should have. Tighten the grip on your string slightly. Not the arrows themselves."
Moon nodded.
He nocked two more arrows.
He drew, adjusted his grip on the string, and released.
The two arrows traveled in narrower divergences. They curved back toward each other and both struck the target, this time within twenty centimeters of the center.
Sierra tilted her head.
"Good. Now adjust the initial aim. Your convergence point is landing behind the target’s center. You need to aim slightly closer to yourself when you release, so the arrows converge earlier in their flight."
Moon nodded again.
He tried a third time.
His fingers found the correct pressure. His aim compensated for the convergence point. His breath cycle timed the release.
Both arrows released cleanly.
They struck the dead center of the target within a fraction of a centimeter of each other.
Sierra watched the impact.
Then she watched Moon lower the bow.
For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. She was, by all professional measures, an Ascender archer who had been doing this for decades.
She had seen prodigies before. She had trained Surpassers before. She had watched talented Evolvers pick up techniques at incredible speed before.
Watching Moon land the multi-arrow release on his third attempt was still, somehow, surprising.
Every discipline Moon touched folded to his will.
She smiled slowly.
"You are truly a rare kind of student. Most archers take days to master that release. Some never manage it at all. You’re going to make my job as an instructor very easy."
Moon shook his head.
"I have to be honest. I’ve seen this technique before. It’s not the first time I’m looking at it."
He turned his head slightly and gestured toward Yara, who had been standing quietly at the edge of the range beside Selene.
"She did it with four arrows. Watching her yesterday, combined with your explanation just now, gave me most of what I needed. Without her demonstration, my first attempt would have been much worse."
Sierra’s eyes rose in genuine surprise. They moved to Yara, who suddenly straightened up, clearly not expecting herself to be pulled into the conversation.
"She’s an archer?"
Moon nodded.
Sierra turned fully toward Yara.
"Come here. I’d like to see the technique he’s talking about."
Yara’s face flushed. She looked at Moon with a mildly panicked expression.
Moon offered her a small, reassuring nod.
Yara took a few slow breaths and nodded back.
She walked to the shooting platform.
Her hands were slightly trembling as she unslung the bow she was provided, but the trembling faded once the weapon was in her grip.
Her instincts took over. She drew four arrows from her quiver, nocked them onto her bowstring, and settled into her stance.
~Whoosh~ ~Whoosh~
~Whoosh~ ~Whoosh~
The four arrows exploded in different directions before converging and striking the same target in a tight cluster.
Sierra remained silent for a long moment.
Her eyes tracked the impact points on the target.
Then she nodded slowly, appreciatively.
"That’s some good skill."
Yara’s face flushed again, this time with pride rather than nerves.
"Thank you."
She started to step back to give Moon his space back with Sierra.
Sierra shook her head.
"You can stay next to him. The training grounds are big enough for the two of you. In fact, I’d prefer it. Watching you practice will give me a better sense of what refinements you might benefit from as well. If you’re interested, I can offer you some pointers during the day too."
Yara’s eyes widened.
"R-Really...?"
"Of course. A talent like yours shouldn’t be sitting on the sidelines when there’s a range this size available. Set up beside Moon. I’ll rotate between you as I evaluate what each of you needs."
Yara nodded quickly and moved to the shooting platform beside Moon’s. Her hands were trembling again, but this time with excitement rather than fear.
Moon smiled quietly.
’Exactly what I hoped for.’
He had known Sierra would be impressed with Yara’s skill. He had known that a subtle introduction, presented through his own acknowledgment rather than a formal request, would land better than an outright ask.
By bringing Yara along and framing his own success as partially inherited from her demonstration, he had given Sierra the opening she needed to invite Yara into the training herself.
Yara now had access to archery guidance that she wouldn’t have been able to secure through any other channel.
She wouldn’t have asked for herself. She was too shy.
Moon nocked another two arrows and turned back to the target.
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