The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game
Chapter 105 - 105: Archery Evaluation [4]

Max smiled wryly, waiting leisurely for a while for their runaway senses to come back.

And then.

"What the...?!"

"Do, do, do, do, docking?!"

"Are, are, are, are you crazy?!"

"What, what, what is this?! What is this?!"

As if time had resumed, an explosive reaction burst forth.

"What in the world is this?!"

Lana screamed almost in despair.

Elaine couldn't respond to such a reaction from her friend. She was too shocked herself to be in her right mind.

"Even so, no matter what... This, this, this can't be right?!"

Elaine's extremely flustered cry. It was a very miraculous scene. After all, she was not one to get flustered in the first place.

But these days, such flustered moments were becoming frequent. The common factor was that they all involved Max Celtrine.

"Huff... Huff..."

Soon Elaine seemed to realize she was too excited and calmed herself down.

But still, this was too much.

'That's way too extreme!'

Magic evaluation? If talent and effort are present, I thought it could be possible because she had done it herself.

Imperial Style 8? Persistent effort might make it possible. It's basic swordsmanship, after all.

Archery? Persistent effort would again be possible. It's basic archery, but... No, no, no!

How can you suddenly skip several levels like that? It's like you learn to walk with effort, and suddenly you're flying.

Docking? Docking, you say? Through such a tremendous gale? How incredible must your archery skills be to do that?

'Insane talent? Or have you been hiding your true abilities?'

Now, it's confusing. It means I don't understand anything anymore. The problem is Max. It's Max's fault. How can there be such an unpredictable person?!

Smirk.

Elaine saw Max smiling in her direction. Embarrassed, she smiled back and then awkwardly bowed her head.

My face was burning.

This isn't like me at all, but I got caught up in Max's pace without realizing it.

'Ugh, how embarrassing.'

Elaine hit her own head repeatedly in her mind.

But what could she do? You can't turn back time. In the end, what she chose to do was to casually lift her head again and smile once more.

But.

...Max was looking somewhere else.

It was a futile act.

'Relax... relax... rela... ugh, really!'

Elaine decided then that, from next time on, she would sit somewhere away from Max's notice.

***

Professor Lawrence knew better than anyone the strength and capriciousness of the wind.

There was no archer who could make the wind completely their own and use it perfectly.

That was Professor Lawrence's definitive thought.

Why? Because he had seen it countless times before. The archers, full of pretense, confident they could use the wind perfectly, would shoot pathetic arrows swayed by the wind whenever it became a bit stronger and more unpredictable.

Of course, there were certainly some archers who were decent.

But he knew that even that was just an unstable coexistence with the wind. That was the limit.

The wind is not something that can be tamed.

That's why Professor Lawrence chose a different path. Not to use, but to overcome. With a huge iron bow and iron arrows that earned him the nickname "Giant Bow," the powerful tension of the iron bow and the weight of the iron arrows minimized the influence of the wind.

The reputation of the "Giant Bow," piercing through any strong wind and hitting the target with unerring accuracy, was created that way.

Of course, not just anyone could replicate such a method.

Iron bows and arrows were initially weapons designed for lethality and destructive power, not precision.

Firstly, the incredible strength required to handle the iron bow and arrows. And then, the extreme skill in archery to extract accuracy as well.

Only a few on the continent, like Professor Lawrence, could possibly do it.

That's why his expression turned cold when Max assumed the posture to shoot the bow in a strong wind.

Such baseless audacity. A wind of that level was not something one could utilize just by having good fundamentals.

In fact, a truly fundamental archer should not shoot an arrow in such conditions.

But to shoot anyway? It's a false sense of pride from slightly improved skills.

"In the end, that's all it is."

No matter how good a teacher one has, it seems one cannot change the nature of their mentality.

Ping!

Max shot the arrow in the end.

Professor Lawrence frowned.

Trying somehow to ride the wind, but that was it.

Such a strong wind... Huh?

Suddenly, a look of agitation appeared in Professor Lawrence's eyes.

Because the arrow, swept by the strong wind, showed no sign of twisting. It meant it had caught the wind's flow properly. An extremely difficult feat, even for experienced archers.

The stronger the wind, the harder it is to grasp its flow.

And yet, the fledgling Max, who was only starting to build his foundation, had done it.

But.

There was still the most important thing left.

Accuracy.

Even if you manage to ride the wind's flow, if the arrow hits the wrong spot, it's meaningless.

For an arrow to have meaning, it must be backed by a significant level of accuracy.

Sswek!

The arrow flew through the strong wind.

Professor Lawrence's eyes wavered as he watched its movement.

He noticed that the arrow was heading toward the center of the target.

Precisely in the center.

Crack!

The arrow hit the dead center without any deviation.

"How can this be possible?"

A deep question arose on Professor Lawrence's face.

The previous eight shots.

That shot was impossible with the level of those eight.

By chance? Impossible.

In such a strong wind, the probability of hitting the dead center by chance, even if one shot a thousand arrows, was almost nil.

So what?

Narrowing his eyes, Professor Lawrence fell into thought.

In the meantime, Max notched another arrow.

'Again?'

Professor Lawrence's gaze turned to Max.

He felt the wind's direction had completely reversed. The wind speed had changed, too.

The only similarity was the severe windstorm.

This capriciousness was precisely what tormented archers the most.

A completely different feeling was required for the next shot.

Would he be able to use this wind as well?

Or wait until it calmed down enough for it to be easy to handle?

But the latter didn't seem to be the case.

The confident expression alone was enough to tell.

Thud.

Fling.

As the bowstring was released, the arrow flew again.

This time, too, the arrow rode the wind's flow brilliantly.

And it was shot forward even more powerfully with the wind's force.

And its direction.

'That is...?'

Professor Lawrence noticed first.

The arrow was aiming for a docking shot.

An absurd act.

To aim for docking in such a fierce wind, not when there's no wind or just a breeze?

It was an act so preposterous that it would be reasonable to severely reprimand him for his arrogance.

But it was different. This arrow was different.

It rushed precisely toward the tail of the arrow already stuck in the target.

And it swallowed the tail whole.

Crack!

The arrow was split in two.

And the new arrow lodged itself confidently.

Thump!

At that moment, Professor Lawrence's composure broke.

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I, having succeeded in a perfect docking, stylish lowered my bow.

When else would I get the chance to pose if not now?

Honestly, I was a bit excited.

It was the first time I had ever succeeded in docking in an archery evaluation.

No, I had never even reached the skill level to successfully dock before..

There was a limit to the level of archery skills I could learn from Hiresia.

It was probably a result of the limits of the relationship that couldn't be narrowed.

But this time was different.

My relationship with her was flowing in a direction I had never experienced before.

That's why I acquired an unexpected technique called 'Focus'.

And this was the result..

The last two arrows that shocked everyone.

'This is me, kids.'

I smiled slyly, enjoying the astonishment from those around me.

I could feel my presence rising in real-time.

My gaze turned to the named heroine among the small fry.

Elaine.

She had barely managed to recover from the crazy things Max had done and returned to a normal relationship.

Even she had an openly astonished expression.

It wasn't an expression I could see easily, so a smile of amusement spread across my lips.

But that smile must have felt mocking.

For a brief moment, a flash of anger crossed Elaine's face before she looked at me and smiled back.

It seems like she's trying to show that she's not affected. She must have felt some embarrassment herself, as she soon hung her head low.

'I didn't know she had that side to her.'

I couldn't help but let out a snicker.

To the protagonist, who is a junior, she is an ideal senior both in terms of ability and personality.

Once you get close, she becomes a reliable figure you can depend on.

It was clear to the eye that I was conscious of her in a way that was different from liking.

The fact that she became flustered and did something cute(?) in response to being teased is a situation the protagonist, as a junior, couldn't even imagine.

I smirked inwardly and turned my gaze forward.

Another important character.

It was to see Professor Lawrence's reaction.

Of course, not every professor at Saint Lepheria Academy was important.

There were supporting characters and even extras, so only those who needed to be checked were of concern.

And that character is Professor Lawrence.

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