*TONG*
*TONG*
The sound of the bowstring reverberated through the empty training ground. Except for Parth no one else was there.
Once again, he pulled the empty bow, without any energy. Purely with physical effort. His face is serene as if he was not wielding a deadly weapon, but rather doing meditation… In a way, for Parth, both are about the same.
With every pull, a leaf fell from the tree, gently.
Sam and the kid who guided him arrived there. The kid was about to call out for Parth. Sam stopped him and sent him away.
He just stood there, not disturbing Parth at all. He just watched the training. There was a faint smile and a spark in his eyes as he saw Parth gently, slowly and intently pulling the string and making it vibrate.
Such a monotonous action. But done with so much dedication. The fact that Parth wasn't even using his spiritual energy and only physical strength, to practice such a basic move.
Sam was beyond impressed.
