Reasons 4 Revenge
Bzzzp !
Bzzzp !
Bzzzp !
Three beams melted a hole in the target. Center and perfectly accurate .
Pointed stares glared at the young Zabu for a multitude of reasons as he walked down from the podium.
Envy
Hate
Love
Respect
The young Zabu ignored all of them with a pep in his step and a smile on his face .
A voice of envy rose out over the crowd.
Bet you couldn’t do that with a bow.
Zabu stopped his foot halfway from leaving .
He thought about it .
“Why should I ? “
It was a fare point . Here these young of the kingdom of Latore trained for the day they would be warriors. In war his beam would work . So there was generally no complaints.
But now the war games were upon them.
You can’t beam a person in the games . It’s weapons only , the boy sad while jostling his bow , as if the shake of it was sending his point home .
The boy sneered and his hand found a home in his quiver
in quick succession he dragged three arrows out and tossed them in the air . One after the other his hand reached out caught and fired them , never did his tempo shift.
Thunk
Thunk
Thunk
“Holy shit. “
“A multi shot . “
“Can you do that ? “
The crowd of warriors to be, shook heads as they watched the result in amazement.
Three arrows pierced the target . Two ‘missing the red and landing in the black my mere centimeters and one laying center in the whole .
Zabu was impressed , he didn’t show it but secretly he wondered if he could do the same .
The boy extended his bow
“you dare ? “
Zabu felt a vein pulse In his head.
Quick feet took him back to the center of the podium where he snatched the bow from the boys hands.
The boy just smiled and reversed his steps, his glare never breaking .
Zabu raised a brow.
“You’re a Weird guy .” Zabu spoke.
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Then Zabu’s brain went to work going through the basics they were taught on how to hold the bow…….
Completely oblivious to the boys demeanor bordering on explosion , as he was carried off by his friends .
Zabu’s face fell, he had slept through it .
He felt defeat bubble in his chest that swept it away. He positioned it as best as he could , then remembered, he needed arrows . He dropped the bow from his shoulder and ignored a few laughs as he went to grab a quiver of ten before walking his way back.
His arm came up easier this time . He felt the pull of the string take the weight of his palm and slid the wood back in between his finger .
He held still, he breathed , then he pulled.
The arrow went far, honestly , for his first shot , it was great.
Except it went completely in the wrong direction .
“Look out!”
“Wait , “
“Ahhh!!!!”
A boy of six ducked as an arrow came streaking down , it narrowly missed him splitting the wood between his ear and his head.
Instructor! A yell went outby someone in the crowd. Together the warriors to be turned thier gathered attention to the instructor.
There, just to the side, a small elderly man slowly sipped his tea.
After a long sip he dragged his head to the situation.
With a glance he looked at the arrow that had narrowly missed out on sending a boy to the afterlife.
His eyes opened slightly as he turned his head from left to right taking in the damage .
Then he turned back to his tea and continued sipping.
The warriors to be stood in confusion ,then realizing he would do nothing , they all shared the same thought.
What a shitty instructor .
The old man let out a laugh as if he could hear the students annoyance .
“Oh hoh hoh hoh .”
Young Zabu ignored all of this , so focused was he on his next shot .
Again It missed by a mile .
So did the the next one
And the one after that
And the four that followed .
He had three arrows left, and hadn’t come close to hitting his target .
The frustration began to creep in his fingertips as he heard laughs from the building crowd.
He bore it . Slowly his mind went over the pull of the drawstring he had seen earlier , the ease at which the arrows were thrown and caught before being fired
He would try it for himself .
He shrugged off his quiver to fully stretch his shoulders then launched the arrows to the sky.
One fell
he caught it and fired .
The second fell , he caught it , but it
slid
through his fingers and clunked into the wood below.
The third raced toward him pointing down and in slight panic the boys eyes widened, should he beam it?, He thought quickly.
Then a sneer caught his attention. No he wouldn’t beam it.
He would catch it.
He pulled his shoulder forward pointing his bow to the ground.
His other hand lifted high into the sky , held in the grip he would need to shoot it.
A gasp was heard,
He hasn’t broken tempo yet has he.
He’s still going for it.
Will he do it?
Do what ?
The multi shot idiot !
The young Zabu’s world slowed as the arrow closed in .
…..
The arrow was caught.
Zabu’s shoulder cocked back and fired . The arrow zoomed through the air, a current of wind underneath as it ripped through the air .
Just below the target.
Hah , he missed it!
Some joined the random cry in laughter but others looked on with wide eyes.
The Zabu that never practiced .
Who pointed his finger and beamed everybody?
Just did that ?
Zabu walked off to the sound of laughter unaware of the respect he had just gained.
From a sneer came a snort . “Next moon is swords Zabu. Maybe you can show us how to lose gracefully. “
Fire burned in the heart of Zabu as he walked away.
Revenge. He would get revenge