"Hey, you are too close."
"Shsss...focus!"
In one of the private training rooms of the Elite Hunter Academy, a young man was seen hugging a young elf from behind, his hand tight on hers, who was holding a wooden bow, correcting her posture.
Although it was called a training room, it was currently filled with strong wind that fluttered their hair while a swarm of moving targets darted across the far end of the chamber.
It was highly advanced simulation technology, where invisible wind arrays constantly shifted direction and pressure to mimic real battlefield turbulence, forcing the archer to adjust her aim in real time rather than rely on instinct alone.
"Now...shoot..."
"Swoosh!"
The moment Soren shouted, Aria released the arrow, aiming toward the flying target with the correct position Soren had just taught her.
In an instant, the wooden arrow flew across the room, curving beautifully with the help of the wind and striking the target directly at its center.
"Excellent!"
