Archery.
Alexander Foster murmured these two words as a warm breeze hit his face, and his thoughts seemed to come to life.
"Help me over there."
"Young Master, you also want to...?"
Ford looked at him.
Alex didn't say anything, just put his hand on Ford's arm.
Ford then led him to Chloe Collins's side, ignoring the sign that read "No Loitering."
The closer they got, the more Alex could sense the Little Girl's movements while drawing her bow. Listening to it, her technique wasn't quite there yet.
"Junior, do you want to play too?"
He heard her ask.
Alex said, "You haven't won against me in chess yet, and you're calling me Junior?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl chuckled softly, "That's because I was trapped. If we had another game, the result would be the same. You're good at chess, but not better than me. I've figured out that you can't beat me."
He gave a faint, amused laugh, "You're quite arrogant for your age."