Little Priest's Cat Diary

On the training ground, the two teenagers stared at the arrow lying on the grass and fell silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Pam coughed dryly, and said, "Maybe the posture is not right, and there is a problem with exerting force. How about you try again?"

Mia was not reconciled either, he hummed and tried to draw the bow again.

Although Pam is not an archer, he has received formal training after all, so he has a solid foundation in archery.He stood beside Mia, helping Mia to correct the wrong posture of drawing the bow, gesticulating with his hands and telling Mia how to exert strength, and he explained everything clearly.

He instructed very seriously, and Mia listened carefully, constantly adjusting her posture and archery movements according to Pam's instructions.

The arrows were shot one after another, but they still fell on the grass halfway every time.

Pam scratched his head in distress. He had already said everything he knew, and Mia's current archery posture seemed to him to be quite standard—after all, he didn't know the details.

He looked at Miya.

Mia was drawing the bow again, her fair face was flushed red, sweat was sliding down his cheeks, the arm that pulled the bow was stretched to the extreme, obviously exhausted.

however……

He looked at the bow in Mia's hand again, the bow string was only half drawn at most.

The shot arrow fell halfway again.

Pam sighed and patted Mia on the shoulder.

"Your strength is not enough, so I'm afraid you won't be able to practice archery..."

It's not a question of posture at all, it's a question of strength.

If the strength is not enough to draw the bow, the arrow will naturally have no power.

Mia lowered the bow in his hand, staring blankly at the arrows lying on the grass, a feeling of unwillingness welled up from the bottom of his heart.

When the fingers are held on the handle of the bow, when the fingertips rest on the body of the arrow, there seems to be a special feeling.

The sensation transmitted from his fingertips to his body told him that the target was ahead.

but……

He couldn't tell the reason, he just felt a puff of breath in his chest and couldn't vent it, which made him uncomfortable.

Seeing Mia's disappointed look, Pam patted him on the shoulder carelessly.

"It's no big deal. Bows are really difficult to use. Many of us have messed up everything when we shoot for the first time, and some even shoot backwards. You are already very good like this, but the strength is too small You can't shoot it out."

The outspoken boy didn't realize that what he said was not comforting at all, especially the last sentence.

He suggested: "You can try to practice swords, that requires less strength."

"I have practiced both spears and swords, and a very good man taught me for a long time." Mia said disappointedly, "But I can't do it. The man said, I don't have the talent to practice martial arts."

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you before, why do you have to come here to train? You will be a priest in the future, and you don't need to fight. If you are afraid of danger, you can also choose a few guardian knights and let them protect you .”

As he spoke, he patted his firm chest.

"I will definitely become a knight in the future. When you have any troubles, I will cover you."

Mia glanced at him and clenched the bow tightly in her hand.

"I don't like being protected all the time, I want my own power," he said.

If the purpose of practicing martial arts at the beginning was just to attract Sardis, then after he almost died at the hands of General Tellea, he felt that he must have his own strength.

Pam scratched his head, he couldn't figure it out.

"But you are a priest, and you don't need to fight. What do you need strength for?"

"No one stipulates that priests cannot fight."

"Although...but...priests don't go to the battlefield, so of course they don't have to fight."

The boy looked up at him, with stubbornness in his blue eyes.

"No one stipulates that priests are not allowed to go to the battlefield."

Pam was out of breath: "You guy, you're just kidding—"

"This sentence is correct. There is indeed no law or divine law that says that priests cannot go to the battlefield."

Pam was interrupted by a sudden cut in, and the speaker's voice had a familiar languid tone.

Pam turned her head to look, and she was overjoyed.

"Your Excellency General!"

The boy was very happy to see the object of his longing twice in one day.

He was about to go up to salute, when he suddenly saw the tall man who came in with General Antiste, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Master Giant Sword Knight!"

Pam was pleasantly surprised.

Although General Antiste was the object of his admiration, but this giant sword knight who had been famous all over the world before the general was the object of his admiration since he was a child.

Seeing the two generals he admired walking towards him at the same time, the young man felt as happy as if he was in a dream.

He felt that this momentary experience was enough for him to show off to his friends for three to five years.

He grinned and saluted the two adults. Before he could say anything, he saw the two adults walking towards Mia.

The giant sword knight also reached out and touched Mia's head, the movement was skillful, with obvious intimacy.

Pam suddenly remembered what Mia said just now, that there was a very powerful person teaching him martial arts, and also remembered that General Antiste said not long ago that Nadia Knight Commander brought Mia here...

Could it be that the very powerful person who taught Mia was the Great Sword Knight? !

Antiste glanced at the arrows lying messily on the grass, and stretched out his hand to pinch Mia's arm casually.

Then, he looked at Nadia with a look of disgust and asked, "Is this the result of your training for more than half a year?"

The brown-haired knight commander shrugged, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't refute them.

He was also helpless.

Since he started teaching Mia, Sardis and others to practice martial arts as agreed, in the past half a year, both Sardis and the slave attendants have undergone changes visible to the naked eye.

He kept growing taller, his body became stronger, his hearing and eyesight gradually became clearer, and the contours of his face gradually receded from immaturity and became tougher.

Not only are their bodies changing, but their martial arts are also progressing rapidly.

Only this young lady.

What to say?

Although he has grown a little taller and looks much healthier than before, his appearance is almost the same as before, and he still has that slender appearance.

Nadia thought helplessly, not to mention other things, even Master Sardis... No, the prince's complexion was a little darker, but this one's complexion hardly changed.

Under his high-intensity training, both Sardis and Faer have gradually formed well-proportioned muscles.Only this little young man has only developed a little bit of muscle, which can't be seen unless he looks carefully.

If you want to say that he doesn't work hard, he is not.

He is serious and never lazy.

But the innate condition of the body is here. The other two teenagers, Nadia, can train hard, but if he dares to put that kind of training intensity on Mia, he will just directly train and cripple her.

In fact, the reason why he brought Mia to this special training ground was also selfish.

He wanted to let Mia see with his own eyes the young people like Pam here, let Mia understand that he really didn't have any talent in martial arts, and obediently give up martial arts training.

Although she planned it in her heart, Nadia hesitated when she saw the boy holding the bow staring at her stubbornly with a pair of blue eyes.

He sighed, thinking, the child in front of him is probably the only person in this world who can make him admit defeat with just one look.

Nadia rubbed her nose and spread her hands.

"You see, I'm useless, I'm not good at bows."

Among all the weapons, he is least good at bows and arrows.

Antiste watched coldly from the side, and suddenly asked, "Are you really going to give up?"

Mia shook her head and said, "I want to try again."

"This kid has said that you are a priest, and there is no danger at all in the king's city, and there will be someone to protect you in the future, so you don't need to torment yourself like this."

"You also said just now... no one stipulates that priests cannot go to the battlefield."

In fact, according to Mia's personality and his experience in the original stable world, he doesn't like war, and he doesn't want to go to the battlefield.

But he is very clear about his purpose in coming to this world, so he must go to the battlefield in the future.

Whether he is voluntary or not, as long as he is on the battlefield, he should not let others protect him.

Therefore, before that day comes, even if he is not as powerful as others, he must at least have the power to protect himself.

Antiste's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, he glanced down at the bow in Mia's hand, and let out a sneer.

He suddenly reached out and snatched the bow from Mia's hand, and threw it to Pam who was aside.Then, he walked to the stone wall, looked left and right, took down a bow, and weighed it in his hand.

"Two idiots, you can't even choose a weapon that suits you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw the bow directly.

"then."

Mia subconsciously caught it.

When he looked down, the bow in his hand was shorter than Pam's, and the shape was also different.

"That kid uses a strong bow. He can draw it with great strength, but most people can't use it, and of course you can't."

Antiste said,

"This is the Kaluerte bow, which requires much less power and is more suitable for you."

A strong bow needs a lot of strength to be fully drawn. If it cannot be fully drawn, the strength of the shot arrow will naturally be insufficient.

Antiste saw the crux of the problem at a glance, and directly asked Mia to put on a Carulter bow that suited him.

"I hate trouble, little guy. I still say that, you have to be self-aware. It's very annoying if you insist on holding on when you have no skills."

After throwing the bow, Antiste lazily leaned against the stone wall, with his hands behind his head, and looked at Mia with a half-smile.

"Nadia can bring you in and I can throw you out," he said.

Facing Antiste's merciless ridicule, Mia pursed her lips and said nothing, but tightly clenched the bow in her hand.

Mia didn't say a word, the knight commander over there was not happy, he walked over and said in a low voice, "I said you are a general anyway, bullying a brat like this, it's over."

Antiste glanced at him and smiled slightly.

"Because this child is very cute, I like it very much, of course I have to bully him a few more times."

Nadia: "..."

It's unlucky to be liked by you.

Mia took a deep breath, raised the bow in her hand, and tried to pull it away again.

The next second, his eyes lit up.

Pam next to him also followed suit.

"You pulled it all away!"

Just now Mia tried all her strength and could barely draw half of it, but now the bow has been fully drawn by the young man.

Pam was also very happy, and quickly handed over an arrow, saying, "Try shooting again, this time you will definitely be able to shoot!"

Mia hummed, turned around, drew the bow, and aimed at the archery target in the distance.

Pam next to him encouraged him, but at the same time worried that he would feel lost after failing again, so she comforted him in advance.

"Don't be nervous, it's normal to miss the shot. Everyone almost misses the first time they shoot an arrow, and I am the same. Don't worry if you miss it. As long as you shoot successfully this time, you are a victory!"

The knight commander, who felt that it would be useless even if he pulled his bow, said to Antiste: "I said, Your Excellency, even if he really misses the shot, just say what you say, don't come here." Really. This kid's toughness is actually pretty good, but he really doesn't have much talent when it comes to martial arts..."

The Cavaliers' long story of 'no talent' just came out.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

That was the sound of an arrow being nailed to the target.

Nadia subconsciously turned her head to look, and saw an arrow stuck on the edge of the round archery target in the distance.

"Shot? Good luck."

The knight commander muttered to himself.

Nadia felt that Mia was lucky, but Antiste, who had been staring at Mia, let out a little surprise.

He was lazily resting his hands behind his head, but he put them down after a snort. He was still leaning against the wall, but instead put his arms around his chest.His eyes swept over Mia's body, revealing a thoughtful look.

Mia shook the bow in his hand. For some reason, after shooting that arrow, he felt very comfortable.

A certain throbbing feeling passed through the depths of the body.

He drew his bow and shot another arrow.

bang.

It hit again, even closer to the center of the target than the first arrow.

Two hits.

The air was a bit quiet, and Pam looked at Mia, then at the two arrows on the target, with a puzzled look on her face.

These two arrows...is luck, right?Good luck bumping into it?

He thought secretly.

Antiste's eyes watching the boy's back flickered slightly.

Nadia snorted and said, "The little guy is really lucky today."

The young man didn't hear the voice coming from behind him. At this moment, his whole body has fallen into a state of concentration and tranquility.

It was quiet all around, nothing but the sound of the wind passing by the grass.

The taut arc of the bowstring seemed to be transmitted from his fingers to his brain.

The surrounding light seemed to have dimmed, only the spot in front of him was bright, shining straight into his eyes.

It was an indescribable, intangible feeling.

The target of the arrow tip was clearly visible in his eyes.

The young man stood quietly, his blue eyes as bright as light.

As the breeze blows, the grass undulates, and the archery target seems to move slightly with it.

It's now--

A gleam of light flashed across the boy's eyes, and he let go of his fingers.

With a buzzing sound, sharp arrows whizzed out like a gust of wind.

The bowstring in front of him hummed slightly in the aftershocks.

Boom!

Like a sudden shocking drum sound.

The sharp arrow hit the bullseye.

At this moment, there was no sound on the training ground.

Only the tail feathers of the sharp arrow nailed into the wood trembled slightly in the remaining energy, making an inaudible humming.

After a while, a whistle broke the silence on the training ground.

The corner of the mouth of the young commander who blew the whistle raised.

"Luck...heh."