All eyes shifted to the far corner of the room.
She was still leaning casually against the wall, as if none of this mattered.
The girl didn't look nervous, or even remotely interested in the others who had gone before her.
Her gaze was fixed solely on the field ahead, the robot dummies standing in their rows and the targets positioned beside them.
Then she moved. The moment she stepped forward, a strange tension rippled through the room.
Conversations fell silent, feet shuffled hurriedly aside, and one by one, the students in her path gave way.
She didn't acknowledge them, didn't even slow down. Yara Wall walked straight through, her bow hanging loosely in her hand, a quiver strapped across her back like it belonged there all her life.
For the first time, I realized how different she was from the rest of us.
She was casually just aura farming.
She entered the area without hesitation. Not even a flicker of doubt.
Gari turned, ready to speak, probably to ask her the same question he had asked every other archer before her.
But Yara spoke first.
"I'll take the two," she said, her voice cutting through the quiet like steel.
She pointed at both the stationary targets and the robot dummies.
The room erupted.
"What? Both?"
"She's insane."
"There's no way she can pull that off."
"Is this ragebait?"
Whispers and gasps flooded the air. Even I couldn't hide my shock. It was normal enough to take one trial. But both at once? That wasn't bravery, it was madness.
Even Instructor Gari, whose face rarely betrayed emotion, looked taken aback. His eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with warning.
Yara gave a single nod.
"Okay then," Gari said after a long pause. His tone carried a weight it hadn't with anyone else. "If that's what you want… do it. But remember, once you start, there's no turning back."
She didn't answer him. She didn't need to. Instead, she turned toward the field, her stance telling us everything. Her decision was final.
The timer buzzed.
Yara moved. Her bow was drawn before I could blink, the string snapping forward, the arrow piercing straight through a robot's head.
Sparks burst as the machine fell lifeless to the ground. Another arrow flew immediately after, another robot collapsed.
Then she turned. Her arm blurred as she drew, not one, but five arrows at once.
My breath caught.
"Woah..."
She loosed them all together, and the air hissed as the arrows tore forward.
Every single one buried itself dead center into the stationary targets.
I wasn't the only one frozen. Even Gari had straightened fully, his sharp eyes locked onto her every movement.
Yara struck an incoming robot across the head with her bow like it weighed nothing, spun, and nocked another five arrows. They fired in unison. Five robots dropped.
The rhythm of her strikes, her precision, her speed, it was unreal, for someone who was just a first year.
But then, a new threat.
One of the dummy archers loosed an arrow straight at her.
Gasps filled the room. I felt my body tense, certain she'd be struck.
But Yara didn't flinch. She didn't even try to dodge. She simply raised her hand, calm, deliberate, and caught the arrow midair.
I think my jaw hit the floor.
Without hesitation, she nocked that very arrow onto her string and fired it back.
It buried itself into the dummy's chest, collapsing it instantly.
The room was silent, every pair of eyes wide.
She wasn't done. Five more arrows appeared in her hand, all aimed at the dummy archers scattered across the field.
She released them in one breath, and five heads fell at once.
But then… her hand paused over her quiver. Empty. She had no arrows left.
I expected panic. I expected hesitation. But Yara Wall only smirked.
She tossed her bow aside, bit her finger, and crimson drops lifted into the air.
My eyes widened in disbelief as the blood twisted, shaping itself into a bow, dark, gleaming, and alive.
Seven more bows formed, floating behind her like extensions of her will.
The room went deathly still.
She drew the first arrow of blood, aimed it toward the bottles lined neatly on the table, and fired. Glass shattered as arrow after arrow struck perfectly across the tops.
Then she turned toward the moving targets. She drew another arrow, her movements calm, measured.
She exhaled, released, and the bloody arrow split the air. It struck the moving target dead center. Every single one.
Tension gripped my chest so tightly I could barely breathe.
This was my first time seeing such display of power physically.
Then, she went further. Ten arrows of blood spiraled into her hands at once. She fired them toward the advancing robots. Ten heads exploded simultaneously, metal crashing onto the floor in one synchronized chorus.
Yara didn't stop. Her hands blurred with inhuman precision, drawing and loosing, drawing and loosing. Every arrow a storm. Every strike a kill. Until—
Beep!
The timer cut the air sharply.
Her body stilled. The blood bows dissolved into mist.
Silence. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Because what we had just witnessed wasn't assessment. It was an all out massacre.
And standing in the center of it all, calm and unshaken, was Yara Wall.