Thousands of eyes stared up at the 33rd step where Tony Clark stood, his robes stained with dark blood, holding the dusty parchment scroll of the Phantom Arrow Technique.
To the proud young nobles of the central district, the ancient path of archery was nothing more than a primitive, lower-class skill used by common mountain hunters who couldn't manipulate true magic.
They simply could not accept that a famous failure had outclimbed all the prominent geniuses of the city just to choose what they considered to be a piece of absolute garbage.
"Look at that absolute fool!" a wealthy applicant from a minor vassal clan shouted, pointing his finger mockingly at the high platform.
