Morning Sparring

As for the rest of the day, it passed by steadily. 

Ayse stayed at the helm for the most part. He spent that time reading his learning materials, with the radar and surroundings always a half glance away.

LaRee spent a lot of time alone in the living quarters. Till LaRee moved to the deck, a quiver at his hip, an empty basket in hand, and no bow on his person.

With permission from his posse boss, LaRee laid the basket on its side, leaning it against the thin wheelhouse wall. Then, walking about three meters away, LaRee pulled an arrow from his quiver and twirled it around his fingers. 

On LaRee's hands, however, was a peculiar pair of gloves. And even LaRee had no idea what he was doing with them. 

For hours, LaRee practiced tossing arrows at his fragile target. But only a handful of arrows managed to pierce the woven basket, let alone destroy the basket. And LaRee was left with more questions than answers.