Chương 932: Pizzas

The arrow sliced through the air with a hiss, traveling the distance with precision before embedding itself firmly in the center of the target. A respectful silence followed the impact, broken only by the faint sigh of satisfaction that escaped Kaizen's lips. He lowered the bow, feeling the familiar sense of contentment that always accompanies a successful shot.

Lara was the first to applaud, her clapping echoing softly through the hall. "Great shot, Kaizen! Looks like you haven't lost your practice."

Clifford and Andrew nodded in approval, their eyes assessing the performance with renewed interest. Clifford adjusted his glasses, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Not bad, Kaizen. Let's see if you can maintain that precision throughout the competition."

Kaizen laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Competition, huh? And what will the stakes be?"