After all, for the witches, the shooting distance of mortals is almost like hitting the bullseye with their eyes closed. Naturally, the practice distance for witch archers is also superhuman.
Miss Witch took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The warm breath flowed from between her teeth, meeting the coolness of the morning, and turned into a distinct white mist.
As her breath came to an end, Amaterasu Mikoto Setsuna's eyes focused, and she released the bowstring in her hand.
The next moment, the magic-powered arrow soared through the sky, creating several sonic booms, transforming into a stream of light that traveled thousands of miles in an instant, accurately hitting the straw target's.....
Hmm, the ninth ring...
"Tsk....."
The young Miss Witch clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
This result might be good for others, but she was not satisfied. She had made a mistake.
"Setsuna, your heart is troubled."
A gentle voice came from beside her, carrying a hint of coolness.
