He lacked talent.
They had only been in the hunting ground for an hour, and Alice was already fighting the urge to sigh out loud.
"Ugh… this is harder than I thought!"
She hadn't expected to spend the entire time just watching him struggle to pull the bowstring.
She had prepared lessons—lining up the shot with the prey, aiming for the legs instead of the body for efficiency—but all of that had gone out the window. There was no point. He wasn't even ready for the basics.
Normally, she would've scolded him, maybe thrown in a sarcastic jab. That kind of blunt honesty usually worked with someone as shameless as him. But seeing him grit his teeth and keep trying despite everything… it softened her mood.
"Sigh. It's just not working. Maybe I expected too much. The gear is awful," he muttered, rolling his shoulders.
And just like that, he tossed aside the Northern military bow as if it were some cheap toy.
That was the last straw.
