Chapter 171: 171 164 Thirteen Year Old Bow Practice

Isaac continued bow practice even without Randolph.

He asked Claude for guidance this day and was practicing with Paul and Raymond at a training ground in the corner of the mansion's garden.

"... why are you two so good?

Isaac was also beginning to be able to fly arrows near the target.

But even if they remove it, they are stung at the end of the target.

At the same age, I was wondering how much difference this makes.

"I'm not very good at it, but my parents sent me hunting, so I remembered."

Raymond, who answered, had the look of fed up.

Maybe I don't really like hunting.

But sometimes the eldest son has to join the hunt someday as part of his communication.

I guess I was made to remember it by my body.

"I started to remember Isaac when I met him."

"Since you met me?

Paul seems to have worn a bow treatment in the last few years.

"That's right. There's more we can do."

"Well, it's certainly better to have a lot to do..."

Isaac didn't know the causal link between that and what he met.

Paul started explaining for Isaac, who is decent.

"Raymond will succeed his parents and become deputy, but I only have about the title to succeed him. Do you hone your martial arts in general to protect Isaac, or do you work hard to support him as a bureaucrat? I should choose one of them, but I haven't decided which one I want yet. So I'm in the middle of doing more that I can do right now."

"Oh, I see"

Paul seems to be thinking about his future as Paul.

Isaac gets happy because he says it's for himself.

"It's hard to decide what path to take in the future. But you're welcome to choose one."

Isaac regretted his life of choice when he said in his previous life, "I wonder if there was more I could do".

By comparison, Paul is good at doing what he can and preparing for the future.

Whatever path you choose, you should be able to do quite a bit.

If I insist, is it enough that I'm worried that Isaac's path is going to take me down the traitor's path as it is?

"Thank you. For now, as long as I look at Isaac's bow handling, I guess it's hard for me to move on to the military side"

"Maybe."

"Hey! I'm just starting to practice. So look at that in the long run!

Raymond agrees with Paul's statement.

Rebellion to that, Isaac argued that he was just beginning to practice.

Certainly not good, but that should depend on practice.

"I'll be better, too, won't I?

Here Isaac decided to ask Claude to shelter him.

I'm an elf good at bows because I hunt in the woods.

Besides, the words of a man who has lived for so many years as to be incomparable with human beings are heavy.

I'm sure he'll shut Paul and Raymond up in one word.

Yes, Isaac believed.

"Eh, oh, well, yeah"

But the words returned were indescribable.

Finally, Claude's expression also looked like he was having trouble "how can I put it without hurting you".

That attitude made it easier to understand how talented Isaac was.

"Mr. Claude, you can't compare me to an elf. I need you to think on a human level."

"I don't care if you think of me as a human being...... That breastplate is everything."

Claude points to Isaac's chest.

There were countless fine abrasions on there.

"Sometimes they're used to it, but their hearts aren't scratched, are they? Shoot with the correct form and you won't get that kind of scratch. I have taught the form many times, but that kind of scratches... You're smart. Good luck with politicians and stuff like that."

"No, don't give up!

Claude didn't say it was clear either, but I notice they say, "I don't have any taste."

But that's why I couldn't admit it.

"No, hey, Claude is. Kids have a way of teaching."

Bridget, who was watching a short distance away, approached with a nigga and a grin.

"What, you teach?

"That's right. I'll demonstrate it to you. Give me your bow."

Bridget receives a bow and arrow from Isaac and sets it up toward him.

Unlike the way Isaac had learned to shoot, he kept his bow off his body.

"If it's a long bow, I can't, but if it's a short bow, you just have to get it off your body like this and shoot it with your senses without targeting it with your eyes"

As the words said, Bridget sensed the tension of the bow and the weight of the arrow with her senses, releasing the arrow with her intuition without setting a goal with her eyes.

The arrow stabbed almost at the center of the target.

"Ooh!

Isaac and the others are amazed.

Seeing their reaction, Bridget grinned satisfactorily.

"If you use this bow a few times to learn to be a jerk, you can even aim in the middle. I wish Claude could teach you how to do this too."

If the string hits the chest, the orbit of the arrow changes dramatically at that point.

So Isaac can't target well.

If it hits the chest, you can tell me how not to hit it.

I guess that's what Bridget wants to say.

But Claude was a well-thought-out instructor at Claude.

"Let's start with the basics. It's good to remind you of the basics and derive them from them. But suddenly I can't because if I teach you how to do things that aren't basic, you'll be a jerk. And Isaac is the son of a nobleman. If you want me to remember, you better make me remember the basics first."

The effect of Isaac and the others being human children was also significant.

If this was the child of an elf in the same village, I might have taught him how to do it differently from the beginning.

But Isaac and the others are approximate children (...), so I can't tell you anything weird.

Claude was trying to teach the basics faithfully.

But against such claude, Bridget puts up her index finger tickled and swings left and right.

"This is why Odysan..."

"Become"

To a sudden curse, Claude ceases.

"Well, the basics are important, but you better make sure you remember the fun of shooting at the target first. Basics, basics, so the children of the village bow away."

"Sometimes a bow can get hurt if you make a mistake. You'd better learn the basics first and be safe to use."

"That's what grown-ups do. That's what keeps young people bowing away."

(What's a young man's bow away...

I have heard of "car away" and "booze away" in the news of my previous life, but this is the first time I have ever heard of "bow away".

Unexpectedly, I heard unexpected words, and there was confusion in Isaac's head.

"Look, try Isaac again."

Bridget offers Isaac a bow.

I received the bow, but Isaac caught a glimpse of Claude.

It's Claude who's asking for guidance right now.

I just asked for guidance and can't scorn him, so I waited for his reaction.

"Okay, give it a try"

Claude broke.

Was it wise to talk about the young people in the village?

Isaac leads the bow a little away from his body to connect the arrows.

It's definitely hard to aim for.

Rather than, I can't aim.

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I had to make adjustments with my senses as I prayed for the target to fly.

(but I feel like I should do something)

Never mind, Isaac releases an arrow.

The arrow flies vigorously and hits next to the target it was after (...).

"... bow, why don't you give up?

"Isn't it quick to abandon it just once!?

Abandoned by Bridget, Isaac is shocked.

Isaac looks at Bridget's chest jiggly, as it is somewhat of a handicap.

Noticing that gaze, Bridget rushes to hide her chest with both hands.

"Where are you looking!

"Speaking of which, Elf women don't have to use the breastplate - ideade, it hurts! It really hurts!"

Isaac couldn't say until the end.

Because Bridget really screwed me on the cheek while I was talking, and I was no longer where to talk.

"You. I've been doing that for a long time, but stop saying that naturally!

"Gibb, gibb"

Unable to argue with the best of arguments, Isaac taps Bridget's arm a few times to indicate his intention to surrender.

Exactly when I surrendered, he let me go, but Bridget's gaze remained harsh.

That's where Paul asks her questions.

"What did you say before, long ago?

"You come at me and you say 'change' or something."

"Eh! To Mr. Bridget? Unbelievable!

Not just Paul, but Raymond together and stares at Isaac.

Happy with that reaction, Bridget pounds Paul and Raymond on the shoulder.

"You can't be this kind of guy."

"" Yes!

"No, come on..."

I guess my beautiful sister told me and I just replied honestly, but Isaac is shocked even though it was such a good reply.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I think it's rude to say that to a woman."

"That's right. That's terrible."

"Which side are you on..."

Lightly the two fell back on Bridget's side.

See Claude for his side.

"Surely an elf woman may have smaller breasts than a human woman. But even though we know there's a difference, other women will be pissed off."

Unfortunately, he didn't take my side either.

"I'm sorry for being rude."

Exactly admits the minutes are bad, and Isaac apologizes.

And I tried to get off topic.

"Speaking of which, I remembered because I'm from another elf, can I go to the Elf village next time? I'm wondering if I'd like to spend a night or two."

"You know, you can hear that a lot from what's going on."

Bridget was frightened.

But Claude takes it seriously.

"Since the blacksmiths have already visited the village to repair the tools, it is not a problem in itself to invite humans to the village. But it's about who's coming."

"We're the only ones so far, aren't we? I'm wondering if it's better to have a child-only rapport than a mix of adults"

Isaac points to himself, then to Paul and Raymond.

"We're good too!

"I do want to go!

The two of them were willing to ride.

That, too, should only count enough, such as those who went to the village of Elves.

I'm interested, and I can brag a little around.

I thought I could have a valuable experience and began to shine my eyes.

"Just kids? That's the hard part."

Keeping another child is a serious responsibility.

I can't take responsibility when something goes wrong.

Claude knew about it, too, so I couldn't easily say "fine."

Therefore, basic confirmation is carried out at times like this.

"Did you get permission from Lord Welrod or Lord Randolph? I'm sure the village chiefs will accept it if we get proper permission."

"No, not yet. Maybe they'll ask you if you got the same permission to ask Grandpa. So I thought I'd ask Mr. Claude and Mr. Bridget first."

"I see."

Claude starts thinking again.

Bridget seems to be leaving it to Claude.

Shut up and watch how it goes.

"In fact, His Majesty asked me to go to the city of Dwarf and deepen my friendship. But I thought it would be best to visit the village of Elf, where we resumed our interaction early, so I asked you this."

Paul and Raymond seem to expect it, too, so Isaac will hold Claude's decision back.

I brought up the Dwarf thing and tried to make it easier for Claude to accept.

Elias didn't say anything about taking the elf lightly, but there's no choice here because it's in Isaac's best interest to let him be the bad guy.

"Right.... but I can't decide on my own. Let's send a letter to the village chief to confirm it. Tell them to think positively."

Claude doesn't have a place in Dwarf.

However, it was somehow difficult to get ahead of the Dwarves who resumed their exchanges later.

For this reason, we thought that we should get on with Isaac's guidance and accept the visit positively.

"Thank you! I often discuss it with my family so I can go on a tour!

Hearing Claude's reply, Isaac rejoices.

Paul and Raymond are happy too, but the happiest part was Isaac.

(Now you can eat a set of baked fish and miso juice with soy sauce!

Of course, I'm interested in the village of Elves.

But more than that, I was intrigued by the food in the elves.

Bridget used to bring me Dafu.

That means the meal should also be Japanese style.

It was a chance to eat Japanese food for a long time.

I wish I could import soy sauce or something, but they don't sell it because they don't produce much yet.

Isaac thought there would be a chance to speak locally.

"I'll tell you what, I'm scared to tell the other kids in the village what I licked. I'm an ambassador, so I'm putting up with you."

To delightful Isaac, Bridget stabs the nail.

Isaac replies with his thumbs up gleefully.

"It's okay. The only person I'm licking is Mr. Bridget. Patience, not patience!

They twist their cheeks opposite the earlier one.

Now I tap, but he didn't quite stop.

"Isaac is a big difference between being polite with women and being cluttered."

"I find it rare that the word smart fool fits this far."

Paul and Raymond were stunned by the difference between when they were showing their brains and when they weren't.

"If you say so," Claude also begins to wonder what he did with Isaac's rating in himself.

If you're smart, you're smart, and you have a calm and sedentary personality, you should have.

But Isaac seems smart and unstable.

The difficulty in determining whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was the most troubling thing.

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