"Yo, I was quite tough just now, but I didn't expect to fall into the net and hide in this room!" Sugitani Zenjubo walked into the house with a lit iron cannon, and when he found that there was no one on the first floor, he laughed wantonly: "Do you think I'll take you if you hide upstairs?" Do you think you can stop me just by looking at the stairs? ”

Charlie frowned when he heard this, because he was now holding an iron cannon, aiming in the direction of the stairs - is there anything wrong with that? How can he go upstairs without going through the stairs.

Immediately afterward, the floor not far in front of him to the right suddenly shook, and after a pause, it shook violently. This time, a small hole was poked directly into the floor, and an iron fork came out from underneath.

This is probably an iron fork left over from the first floor of Orion. I didn't expect the floor on the second floor to be so unstable that it was directly broken.

"Haven't you come out yet?" Sugitani Zenjubo sneered, and continued to recklessly destroy the floor on the second floor with his fork, poking the hole bigger and bigger. Charlie understood that Sugitani's Zenjubo was holding an iron cannon in the direction of the hole at the moment, and as soon as Charlie tried to shoot him, he would shoot immediately.

It stands to reason that in this way, the chances of both sides winning are the same. It's just that Charlie has to admit that the iron gunner downstairs has a higher grasp of the iron cannon than him, and he is really not sure about the gun at close range. And he, he can't afford to lose. Because he bears the lives of Yu Qiuping and many people.

"If only I had a bow and arrows." Charlie sighed silently in his heart.

However, he was really thinking about something, and just as he looked at the big hole that had been stabbed out by Sugitani's Zenjubo, a worn-out bow suddenly appeared in the afterglow. It had been crushed under several decaying hides, and had accumulated a layer of dust.

Charlie changed his posture slightly, reaching the bow and an arrow next to it, trying not to make a sound, so as not to be discovered by Sugitani's Zenjubo. The bow, which was worn out of shape, had not even been maintained for a long time, and seemed to break if it was pulled hard.

"With such a bow, how can you shoot well?"

Charlie's mind suddenly surged with his beloved longbow.

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That was a few months ago, and everyone was preparing for the upcoming Shanglo, and Charlie was no exception. At the end of the day's training, he stayed alone, as usual, and used the intricate set of tools to maintain his longbow and bowstring.

"Brother foreigner, do you want to go to the show together? Today, there is a kyudo master who will perform! Nakahide Omaezaki and a few friends who had known him for almost ten years approached him and extended a warm invitation. In the past, Charlie would never participate in this kind of group activity, but practiced archery silently alone, and Mimasaki Nakahide They knew Charlie's habits and would not come to him. But this time, a famous kyudo master in is coming to Mino to perform, and Mimasaki Nakahide plans to try his luck.

"I'd love to go, but I still need to take care of my bow and arrows." Charlie still uses the Western-style grammar of rejection. At first, Nakahide Omaezaki thought that Charlie really wanted to go, but there was still something to do. It turned out that it was just a polite gesture from Charlie - he had no interest in this kind of thing at all.

"Okay." Mizenzaki Nakahide scratched his head very regretfully, turned around and gestured with a few other people, and muttered: "I've never seen a foreigner brother drink alcohol, don't they all say that the Nanban drinks a lot." ”

A few of them hooked their shoulders and left the training ground while chatting. And Charlie, after maintaining the bow and arrows, meticulously bent the bow and arrows, and aimed at the red heart target in the distance with that very standard posture from beginning to end. After each day's training, Charlie would train alone for a long time with this target passed down from his father.

"Thompson, why don't you always get together with everyone?" Yu Qiuping had just returned from the Military Intelligence Department with Uchiha Aooka and a few guards, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but make a suggestion again.

"All I have in my heart is archery. Archery needs to be practiced, and I don't have time to splurge until I overtake my father. Charlie replied respectfully, then turned to his target again.

The posture of drawing the bow is standard, the most important index finger is placed, the wind speed is three on the right, the left eye is closed, the right eye is closed, the head is sideways, the breath is held and concentrated, the bow and arrow are maintained to the best state, and the tension of the bowstring is three and a half bows, and it is pulled to the back of the chest half an inch.

Picture perfect.

"Whoosh!"

After shooting an arrow, Charlie walked quickly to the target, but still failed to hit the center. He sighed helplessly, pulled out the arrow, and walked back.

Obviously my posture and my movements have been perfected, even though the parabola and the estimation of the wind speed have been done to the best, and the bow and arrow have been maintained to the best degree, why can't I reach my father's height?

By the time Charlie came back, Yu Qiuping had already left with the guards. However, to his surprise, Uchiha Aooka was still there waiting for him.

"Uchiha-sama, what's the matter?" Charlie asked very politely.

"Lord Charlie, you may be suffering from the fact that your archery skills cannot be improved. There is a suggestion below. Uchiha Aooka was slightly moved after he spoke, and after getting Charlie's nod of permission, he said silently: "I have also been troubled for a long time because my strength cannot be improved. But many years ago, His Royal Highness once said a word to Zaixia, and after understanding it, he suddenly opened his mouth. ”

"Your Highness said, 'A woman is weak by nature, but a mother is strong.'" Uchiha Aooka paused and said in a low voice: "A person is not born strong, but after having a bond and a person or thing that he wants to protect, he will become extremely powerful. ”

"I have heard the words of Your Highness from another person." Charlie sighed, did not stop the movement of his hand, and once again meticulously bent the bow and arrow.

"Who is it?"

"My father."

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"Oh God, why am I thinking about this stuff right now." By the time Charlie came to his senses, Sugitani had already made more than a dozen holes in the floor, almost breaking half of the floor. Charlie could only hide in one corner, and here was the blind spot for those holes.

"You can't sit still." Charlie picked up the lit iron cannon and silently weighed it in his heart, "Find a hole and shoot him, or rush to the stairs and shoot him, this is my only chance." ”

Just as Charlie took a few deep breaths and was about to rush forward, his eyes were disobediently drawn to the worn bow and arrow. No matter what, I couldn't take my eyes off it, and what my father said back then echoed in my ears over and over again.

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"Thompson, because there is no emotion in your arrows." Old Charlie laughed, "It's not something you can achieve with training alone. If you want to be a good longbowman, you have to pour your feelings into every arrow you shoot. ”

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Charlie took another deep breath and tried to calm his feelings. During this time, Sugitani's Zenjubo poked out one hole after another. By the time he stabbed Charlie, there would be no more blind spots. And the ridicule and provocation of Sugitani's Zenjubo never stopped for a moment.

"There's only one chance and I have to shoot." Charlie kept repeating in his heart, "If I lose, Your Highness, they are all finished." The Yuqiu family is now under attack on all sides, if something happens to His Royal Highness, the young master is still young, and the Yuqiu family will definitely fall into chaos. If the enemy takes the opportunity to attack, I don't know how many people will die. ”

He kept chanting in his heart to cheer himself up. He understood that the lives of countless people in the Yuqiu family might depend on its performance. In my mind, the images of those people kept coming to mind.

Like his father, he is a bad person.,Selflessly help people you don't know.,Always take care of yourself.,The first to accept himself in Japan Yu Qiuping.。 More than once, he saw in him the shadow of his father. The same kindness, the same righteousness, the same stupidity, and the same people are willing to give everything for him.

Always sensible and well-behaved, he once smiled and gave him a good-looking bow and arrow picked up from the battlefield. Like his deceased cousin, they did the same thing. When I gave the arrow to myself, I smiled just as badly.

He always doesn't smile on weekdays.,But he really praised his archery skills Honda Tadakatsu.。 How much like his brother, that old-fashioned gentleman, usually always serious, but after seeing his achievements, he will sincerely rush to be happy.

There are also Fukushima Yasunari, as well as Mizenzaki Nakahide, and Yoshioka Katsumasa, and Ogawa Yuto, and countless brothers who have lived and died together for ten years.

Although Charlie always seems to be an indifferent and outlier, the bonds of the past ten years have quietly left a deep imprint on his heart.

It's a beautiful and brutal world.

I have lost everything, I have lost my parents, I have lost my siblings, I have lost my future, I have lost my hometown. I didn't cherish the time I spent with my family, and I never had the chance to do it again, I ended up with nothing, drifted overseas, but I regained so many beautiful memories and stories. Luckily, I still have the opportunity to save these memories and stories, and I have the opportunity to cherish them. Thank God.

You can't afford to lose.

For the sake of so many comrades-in-arms, for the sake of His Highness, and for the sake of this bond, I must not lose!

My father's words echoed in my mind again.

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"Thompson, because there is no emotion in your arrows." Old Charlie laughed, "It's not something you can achieve with training alone. If you want to be a good longbowman, you have to pour your feelings into every arrow you shoot. ”

·

That's what Charlie said that day.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Charlie shook his head indifferently.

·

And the father replied like this.

"Okay, but that's not going to happen for a while. The day you understand, you'll shoot hearts. ”

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Father, now I understand.

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Charlie's eyes were fierce, and he threw the already lit iron cannon in his hand towards the staircase. Then he leaned over and picked up the worn-out bow and arrow on the ground.

The arrow was so blunt that the only chance to kill Zenjubo Sugitani with one shot was to hit his Adam's apple, which was unprotected by bones.

Sugitani Zenjubo heard the sound of the iron cannon falling to the ground, and looked very vigilantly towards the staircase, and found a lit iron cannon rolling down the staircase with a gurgling voice.

The next moment, a blonde boy, head down and feet up, jumped upside down from a large hole he had just made in the ceiling. And in his hand, he bent his bow and arrow, and the arrow pointed directly at Sugitani Zenjubo.

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Sugitani's Zenjubo quickly turned around and aimed the iron cannon in Charlie's direction, Charlie looked at the black hole muzzle, but did not panic in the slightest.

The posture of drawing the bow is not standard, the position of the index finger is not good, the wind speed has not been measured, the eyes are closed wrongly, there is no way to hold your breath and concentrate, the bow and arrow have not been maintained at all, the dilapidated ground is a mess, the tension of the bowstring has never been measured, and I don't know how far to pull. This is simply a garbage move that no more garbage archer would make, but it happened to Charlie, a meticulous elite archer.

However, this is the case, Charlie has a sense of peace of mind and confidence for no reason. It was a feeling he had never experienced when he was practicing against a target. He felt that his arrow would be able to hit, and he was confident that his arrow would be able to hit.

Because only if I shoot, I can save His Highness, and I must shoot so many people who have a deep bond with me.

In this arrow, I poured all the bonds of the past ten years, the regret of not being able to cherish my family in the past ten years, my past, my future, my name, my emotions, everything I have.

Father, look at it.

This arrow, I only have the middle, not the air!

"Whoosh."

"Bang."