Somehow his eyes were so clear. He can clearly see the target his mother was pointing at. He can also feel the soft wind and his surrounding that could cause the arrow to deviate.
After taking all of this into consideration he released the arrow.
*WHOOSH*
*BANG*
It went like the wind and hit the target right in the middle. The arrow head pierced through, half of it within the target.
Keitaro's eyes grew wide as an unexplicable feeling rose inside him. A wide smile broke in his face as he look at his mother and father in delight. Both were smiling at him warmly.
Eureka took the bow from him and took another arrow, "People always think that the front lines were where heroes were born, but in reality there are heroes born from the backlines as well. Without their long range support, you really can't defeat all your enemies just by charging forward."
