บท 1601: Father and Son

Around two decades ago, in the City of Osan.

A bright and sunny afternoon unfolded.

In the spacious backyard of a suburban house near the city walls, a man in his late 30s was practicing his archery skills. Engaged in target practice with his bow and arrow, he aimed at various targets positioned about 20 meters away.

This gentleman possessed captivating emerald green eyes, stood tall, and boasted an impeccable physique. His shoulder-length black hair, along with a full-grown beard, complemented his appearance. Clad in his usual tunic and pants, he seemed to be unwinding at home.

In his backyard, this man practiced archery without employing mana. With closed eyes, he readied multiple arrows on his bow, pulling the string and smoothly releasing the tension.

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.