Countess Cianella’s Male Slave

7. Talent (2)

“That’s a good target.”

The nearest target.

It looks like the distance is about 25m, so it won’t be bad as a first practice.

Standing in the seat I designated, Sione stretched her bow and waited for my next instruction.

I explained to her how to do it without delay, demonstrating her how to do it herself.

“Put the arrow through the string. This bow has weak tension, so like this. Use your index finger and thumb to hold the tip of the arrow.”

“Uhm… Did you mean it like this?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Hmm. This looks different than the one you just used.”

In that moment, he sees all my fingers again. I never thought she’d see such detail.

I thought I could only see the bow going well.

She seemed to have carefully looked at the method and process of shooting, not just the straightness of the bow.

I think I have more motivation than I thought. It’s not bad for a teaching position.

“The one I just used is a different method.”

“Aren’t you going to teach me the law?”

“Shione-nim, isn’t this your first time holding a bow? You’d better get used to the bow this way first and then learn it.”

I have a strong feeling that split fingers won’t suit Shione now.

She doesn’t really want to see her use the Mediterranean-type method, which has an easy method called Pinch-type, and then get beaten up because it doesn’t work.

Shione nodded her head, as if my feelings had been communicated.

“Turn sideways to the target. Then raise your arm to shoot the bow.”

“Yes, the archers must have taken this stance. Is this correct?”

“That’s right, but…The arm is a little lower.”

“You mean more than this?”

“Yes, raise your arms until they are parallel to the ground.”

“No.”

Gee, it’s much worse than I thought…….

Trying to lift not only her flesh, but also the weight of the bow in her hand, it seems quite difficult to lift it horizontally.

As a result, her arms kept swinging at the proper height and then returning again and again.

No, noona, we haven’t even pulled the protest yet, so what if it’s already like this?

My older sister was much worse than I thought.

“…Your posture keeps changing.”

“……The bow is heavier than I thought. Wait a little longer.”

I don’t think this is a problem that can be solved by waiting.

I put down my bow and went behind her.

“I’ll set you up from behind.”

“What?”

“Excuse me.”

I went behind Sione and spread her arms as if to embrace her.

Her size was quite large compared to my skinny me, so I ended up hugging her.

My left hand supported and supported her arm, and her right hand was ready to support her right arm as she pulled her string.

“How are you?”

“…Isn’t it too close?”

“Yes? What do you mean?”

“Hmm…”

“Ah.”

During her divine teaching time, Shione was alone with strange thoughts.

No, I’m teaching so hard, how dare you?

My heart is like a chimney that I want to blow several times with the cane of love for my disciple.

It is very regrettable that the difference in status between a disciple and a teacher is as great as heaven and earth, and we cannot treat them carelessly.

I shook my head inwardly.

“It’s okay. Will it wear out if your breasts touch it? Never mind.”

“But besides that.”

“Have you got any dirt on me?”

“No, that’s…

“Then there’s no problem. Now, focus on this bow, not your chest.”

“…I understand.”

What is it that bothers me about a not very good looking body?

One of the least understood reactions after falling into this world is this.

Well, in the end, I have no choice but to be careful first.

I focused on the explanation again.

“Okay. Twist your arm a little this way so that your left arm has enough support for the bow.”

“This should be enough.”

“It’s just right. Now all that’s left is to draw the string and shoot.”

The state where the arrow is placed on the string with the pinch-type method that I told you about earlier.

Now all that remains is to slowly pull the string with a dead release.

“Now, with your elbows pointing up at a low slope, pull the string until the back of your hand touches your chin.”

Flutter.

“Contrary to what I thought, it’s hard to pull. Is it like this?”

“An arrow needs to have tension to move forward. If you’re having a hard time, mana…”

Ah, mana. Apparently yesterday, in a self-talk close to lamentation, Shione said that she had attained the level of a sword user.

It’s hard to believe what she’s seeing now, but if what she says is true, she must have quite a bit of mana.

If she had used mana to hold a bow or draw a string, she wouldn’t have to stick with me to help her.

No, why the hell did I just come up with this now?

Besides, I don’t understand why this bastard, Sione, was wastefully rotting the mana he had.

“It’s getting better now.”

At my words, Shione, who started using mana, stably pulled her strings.

Then the back of her hand touched her chin, just as I instructed.

Once this happened, it would be better to hold it until it shoots completely.

I began to explain as it was.

“This is the basic posture.”

“I remembered the basic posture.”

“It’s OK to fail the first time, so aim at that target as soon as you feel it. If it goes too far, I’ll catch it.”

“Hmm.”

Shion finished aiming shortly after.

“Now then, release your hand from the arrow.”

Paang!

The first arrow that left Sione’s hand.

Her eyes followed the arrow.

Puck!

Her arrow hit the target.

It wasn’t the center, but it wasn’t the edge either.

As her own arrow hit a target at a distance of 25 meters, Shione looked at her own hand in wonder.

“I’ll try it alone this time.”

As I told you, Sione shot another arrow.

Knock!

This time her arrows stuck to the edge.

“I think I know little by little what to do.”

She fired her bow again.

She hit the inside more than her edge this time.

“One more time.”

She carefully aimed her target with a dead release before releasing her hand.

Her gaze, along with the arrow, was fixed on a single point.

“You centered it neatly.”

“Somehow, if I shoot one more time now, I think I’ll be able to center it again. What do you think?”

“Can’t you tell by shooting it?”

“…I will shoot one more time.”

“I’ll bring you an arrow.”

Shione accepted the arrow I brought and focused again.

Her eyes were clearly different from when she ate cookies while burying herself on the bed in the corner of the room.

Her dull focus disappears all over the place, and looking at her eyes, engrossed in something about her, gives me a new feeling.

I thought I’d never see him look like that except when he’s eating.

Did I save a person?

“Thank you.”

After receiving the arrow, Shione immediately took action.

Paang! Knock!

This time, the center sticks out without fail.

“…….”

She quietly looked at the results she had made, but she took her quiver and moved to her place.

From a 25m target to a 40m target.

I watched her in silence.

“Do you think I can match this too?”

She picked up the arrow and got her stance, but when it came time to shoot her, she asked if she was nervous.

Sleep right. It’s a distance that seems to be about 50m.

People who have never shot three or four bows at most will find it a bit difficult to aim at the center.

Moreover, unlike Earth’s archery bow, her bow does not have a sight. In addition, now it is even shaking in the cold dawn wind.

Although I honestly think her arrows will take her edge even if they miss or hit the target.

But now, in this situation, I didn’t want to say anything bitter.

“An arrow draws the most satisfying trajectory when its owner believes in himself unwaveringly. Just-“

Shione glanced at me with her dead release.

“Clear all unnecessary thoughts and shoot. Then it will be correct.”

“Good.”

Piing!!

This time the arrow went with a sharp sound unlike anything she had shot before.

Shuk!!

In an instant, the shot arrow became lodged in the target.

It was not the center. But even so, it was not the edge.

But what mattered to her was that her arrow hit the target itself.

“…I got it right!”

The corners of her mouth, which had always drooped, went up in a parabola.

She shot two more arrows, apparently feeling confident after succeeding in one hit.

If you hit it once, she’ll think it’s a porok and pass it, but when she shoots her arrows, all of her feet get stuck in the target.

“…No, I shoot better than I did the first time.”

I started her archery with a mechanical bow, a compound bow that is much better than the bow she uses.

I remember back then, like her, aiming at her 50m target. My arrows did not easily hit the target. At best, the tip.

I was going to give her a hobby, but I think she might have found her talent.

Meanwhile, Shione called me in a broken posture.

“I’ll do it if you come and help me.”

“Help, you mean?”

You were shooting well until just now, but why?

“This time, I want to do it with only what I have, without borrowing the power of mana.”

As she shifted her seat toward the target 70 meters away, she began tying her bow again to her string.

She spoke her words with her arms trembling.

“I think I can have confidence in myself with this one shot.”

“…Wait a moment. I’ll be there to help.”

I went up to her and held her bow as her left arm descended, helping her a little so that she could draw her own string.

Once her stance was established, she aimed her bow, suppressing her trembling right arm as much as she could.

“I’ll let go now.”

“Thank you.”

I lowered the hands that helped her arm and shared her strength.

Then.

“Suck.”

Shione’s breathing stopped, and a line shot from her posture, which held her still for a moment.

At the same time, her arms stretched out.

Not knowing that my posture had collapsed sloppily, I was sweating profusely, as if I had poured all my nerves into it at once.

“Ha ha ha.”

As if the wind was blowing away, the sound of weak laughter.

Then, she gave Shione a smile that was brighter than ever.

“I’m sorry for the sword, but the bow. I think it might be different if it’s a bow.”

Her arrows are tipped, but they are stuck in the target.

It may be the result of luck.

But even if it was mere luck, it would have been enough to show her the potential she was thirsting for.

Shione turned around excitedly and met her eyes.

“Can you teach me a bow?”

“Of course.”

“If that’s the case—”

When the sun rises and the sky at the far end begins to turn red, she made a promise here.

“…I want to come here every day at this time from now on.”

Shione, who was hesitant, said with a determined expression.

“Can you help me?”

I bowed my head in agreement with Shione’s words.

“That’s a good choice.”

From rotten food to fermented food.

My master, who had been rotting alive in the corner of the room, began to change.