Under the pale morning sun, the training grounds seemed unusually serene on the third day. The absence of elaborate preparations and the absence of the usual bustling activity created an air of anticipation. Das stood at the centre, his stance poised and focused, a stark contrast to the intense training of the past days.
Beside him, the one-eyed old man held an ancient bow, weathered by time and history. The bow's elegant curvature told tales of countless battles and skilled archers who had wielded it before. It was a relic that bridged generations, passed down through the ages.
The atmosphere was charged with a different energy, one that hinted at the subtlety and precision of archery. As the sun's gentle rays illuminated the scene, Das's hands rested lightly on the bow's string, his fingers trained and steady.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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