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Common used to just ignore me, but now they have added a look of caution. The target of that caution was actually me, and Sunny and Riviera, who were in the same group.

The so-called Common Three Musketeers who created miracles by hitting goals—the eldest son of the Celtrin family, the idiot eldest son of the Besi family, and the 4th-dimsional nerd girl. Ev I think it's a really tough combination. One of those guys was right next to me.

"But why do you always use that bow?" Sunny, who definitely stutters less now, asked. He's definitely changed since the incidt where he beat up that old Dnis, who used to bully him.

I was awaked by the extra topic. It was all thanks to me. Of course, I don't know how much help it would be as an extra. Anyway, I didn't have any big expectations. Because I originally planned to use it to fill the group evaluation member quota while in the common class.

"Why? What's the problem?"

"Ah, no. The leader is known to be rich, but his bow looks a bit shabby…" Sunny, who still calls me the leader, seemed to be stuck on it. Or is it that once a promoter, always a promoter, something like that? Whatever it was, it didn't really bother me, so I just left it alone.

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"Just because something looks like trash doesn't mean it is trash. Remember." Me, teaching you kindly.

But now that I say it, it seems like it applies to Sunny too. Extras who look like trash. Is it really trash? Or maybe there's a hidd talt like Marcus Bowe?

"Hey, no way."

I shook my head. Ev so, this guy?

"Oh, I see. That's actually a good thing. I learned something." Sunny nodded obeditly. That attitude of acceptance. Not like an extra. …No way?

No way.

"Leaving that aside, is there anyone in the second grade who can shoot archery?" I asked.

Sunny would know more about second graders than I do. Because aside from the named ones or the ones with some significance, there were a lot of guys I didn't ev remember.

"Ah, the leader is also aware of this match." Sunny, whose eyes burned brightly.

But that's not wrong. Certainly, this evaluation put a lot of pressure on my shoulders. I had to rank within the top just to see Master Hailesia.

"You too, Jo Jang Do-myeon?"

"Of course. In a battle of wits, Besi's spear cannot lower its head."

This guy also has a pride that is unusual for an extra. The attitude of the eldest son of a prestigious family.

"No way? No way."

"I see. Th tell me some information."

"Okay, Captain. I'll tell you about some strong rivals." Sunny began to explain.

There was only one person in common—Blood Witch Riviera.

…No, why is he such a strong rival? Are you burning with rivalry just because you're in the same group?

Anyway, next is Noble. There were three people in Noble. All three are unknown to me. Well, ev if you've only heard of them, they're pretty good archers, so they'd be competitors. The rest are all royal class.

As expected, it wasn't called royal for nothing. The number is as many as twty. It's here that I can find some names I recognize. No, but is this correct? 4 people is too many, considering they are obviously a poor harvest geration.

You have to beat out 4 competitors to get into the top ? No, if you include that guy Sunny, there are 5 people? Was it at this level?

"Chief, don't let your guard down. There are countless hidd archery masters." Sunny gives advice with serious eyes.

No, is this some kind of martial arts world? Are there countless reclusive masters? I clicked my tongue in disbelief.

"Haam." At that momt, Riviera appeared, yawning. Sunny was startled.

"Huh, a rival has appeared."

"A timid man."

"I, I'm not timid anymore!"

"A man with zero contribution."

"It wasn't that much!"

"Haam." She beat up Sunny ough to beat him up with just two words, th yawned and staggered away, disappearing again. Sunny looked like he was going to cry.

Now I understand why they chose you as a strong rival.

"A timid guy."

"Oh, no!" As expected, this guy is an extra.

* * *

The atmosphere at the archery evaluation site was solemn. There may be a reason why the professor in charge is Professor Lawrce. No one would be so bold as to chatter in front of Professor Lawrce.

"Shoot shots. shots is ough to test your skills." By chance, you may be able to hit the cter with or shots, but shots are impossible. So, that was correct.

"The order starts with the common class. No complaints, right?"

Since it is an evaluation where you shoot the same shots anyway, there is no particular advantage or disadvantage depding on the order. So there was no one who was dissatisfied.

But.

'I have to get the highest score possible.'

Since I couldn't get in anyway by looking at the scores of the classes below, the best thing to do was to get a high score to increase my chances as much as possible.

And. 'It might be intimidating.'

If a common gets a high score, the guys shooting behind will inevitably become psychologically intimidated. In that case, it might actually be advantageous to shoot first. Not bad.

"Five people at a time, starting from the front." Professor Lawrce announced the start of the evaluation.

* * *

The first group. The second graders' gaze was focused on one person—4D girl Riviera. One of the members who proudly achieved the miracle of Common Class. Skill itself is an unknown quantity.

Because she was usually so inconspicuous, no one really knew about her abilities. Professor Lawrce would know, though.

"Get started."

As the professor spoke, the studts took up their bows with nervous expressions. Except Riviera. She just looked like she was dying of annoyance.

The Royal and Noble guys were wary of that expression. Because only someone with true skills can make that kind of expression on the day of the evaluation.

"Hmm."

Riviera slowly put her arrows to the protest. The posture was a bit awkward.

'Th that's right.'

I laughed. If you're a witch and good at shooting arrows, would you live to see other people suffer? In the first place, how can someone with such a flabby body shoot a bow?

Squeak.

Phut!

A shot arrow. And that arrow.

"Uh, ugh?!"

"Huh, huh?!"

…And flew towards Professor Lawrce, who was watching from the side.

Widely!

Professor Lawrce showed off his crazy talt by catching a flying arrow with his bare hands. Everyone looked like they wanted to applaud at that wonderful sight.

On the other side.

"Tch."

Tongue-clicking Riviera.

…Hey, are you really trying to kill him? Are you the owner of the organization?

Of course, that's unlikely to happ.

"I can't ev laugh." Professor Lawrce threw the arrow he had caught on the g. "The first shot is worth zero points. Keep shooting."

Still gerous, though. If it were me, I would have just told her to get out. Uh…? Are you really going out?

"Where are you going?"

"For safety's sake, I give up…." It's so awkward to use honorifics.

"Do whatever you want. It's your life." Professor Lawrce spoke with a stern expression.

"…Keep in mind."

For a momt, I felt a chill down my spine. Could it be an illusion?

If the Blood Witch and the Palace clash, it will not be good for the survival of humanity.

"Don't worry about it and keep going." The archery evaluation continued with Professor Lawrce's remarks.

* * *

"Phew."

Sunny sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The arrow that was in danger was stuck in 8 points.

Prevtion.

He'd fired 7 shots, but of them had gone below 8 points yet. points was shots, 9 points was 3 shots, and 8 points was shots. It was a pretty good score. If things continued like this, there seemed to be no harm done to Max Joe's name.

"Sunny Besch…Was he really a skilled person?"

"Tch, the blood of a noble family runs deep."

"Well, if the younger brother is that good, th ev if the older brother doesn't have any talt, he'd be at least good at chick."

…Why is the evaluation so gerous? Why are you confusing me too?

He's an extra.

"That kid has a terrible personality, so he's not going to be of much use anyway."

Yeah, that's it. That's exactly the assessmt. But why do I feel uneasy…?

"Hoooo."

No matter what people a him said, Sunny stayed calm and focused, successfully completing the archery evaluation. He shot the remaining three shots—, 9, 9—for a score of 9.

It is an excellt score of over 90.

It may be difficult to get th place in the grade, but it is still possible to aim for 0th place.

'Certainly, his skills are not bad.'

I also admitted it obeditly.

The problem was a fatal character flaw, but I corrected it to some extt, so the situation was created where he could truly demonstrate his pottial.

Th, really?

no way.

I left it for the future for now.

There was a lot to do and a lot of characters to worry about.