Aldrich calmed his breathing, relaxing the tension in his brows. He couldn't afford to show desperation least of all to his opponent.
Tension was already creeping into his limbs, but he masked it well. There could be no sign of hesitation.
'If I push my Second Clover Eye to its limit and synchronize it perfectly with my body alongside everything I've trained for this past week, I can win!'
His determination poured out. It was time to unveil one of the techniques he'd mastered during his sessions with John Foster.
One of the most vital lessons he'd learned was this: never restrict the bow to long-range use alone.
John had taught Aldrich not just how to wield the bow, but how to rethink it entirely. It wasn't about the distance. It was about flow, form, and intent. A true marksman didn't limit himself to tradition, their weapon moved according to their rhythm.
