The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

Max Celtrine.

A studt famous for his terrible reputation, as much as you don't want to hear about it.

But he didn't care about that reputation, because he judged only by what he saw with his eyes. Ev by that standard, Max was a terrible studt.

Both his skills and his attitude in class were terrible. There was no thusiasm at all.

So the judgmt was simple: trash. That one short word was ough.

But th, that 'trash' began to change from the new semester. It was evidt in his archery stance and expression.

The thusiasm, which was completely abst, started to show. Naturally, his archery skills improved as well.

Can a person change this suddly? 'Very rare.' It's not impossible. But for most people, it's not feasible. A dramatic change of heart is needed for such a transformation.

You must have expericed something shocking ough to cause such a change of heart. Ev so, one thing: 'Too fast.'

Regardless of talt, anyone can learn the basics. The problem is that he is growing too fast.

Is it really possible to do this with just classes and practice? No, that can't be true. There will be a good teacher who can help you.

Who on earth could that be? Max's growth rate was so amazing that it made me wonder.

'Finishing the basics means... ... .' The fundamtals are flawless. Now it's time to move on to the next step.

This meant that he might have already be taught advanced techniques by that unknown master. 'No, it's still too much.'

Advanced skills are not something that can be learned so easily. However, this is based on the premise that it is a 'real' advanced technique.

But the teacher who is helping Max is definitely the 'real' one. That is why I am curious, as someone who walks the same path of archery.

What is that technique? 'I guess we'll have to wait until next time.'

He's shooting arrows very consisttly, with no 8 points, but that's in the realm of basics. There was nothing more than that.

Considering the growth rate and time, it would be fair to assume that's all Max can show.

Professor Lawrce looked away as if there was nothing more to see.

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'There are only two shots left.'

I took a momt to catch my breath and sort out the situation. Three s, five 9s.

I got points less than I expected, but it was a score that was within the safe range. If I don't make any mistakes in the remaining two shots, I will definitely be in the top in my grade.

Of course, the chances of me making a mistake on my remaining two shots were zero, because I plan to use the technique I learned from the meat-loving elf.

'Basic skills are up to this point.'

It could be very useful in battle, but if you ask if I can rely on it in critical momts, the answer is no.

That's why advanced techniques are necessary. Advanced techniques that can be relied upon in momts of crisis.

'At least I've got one.'

The only advanced skill in my skill window, which is otherwise filled with only basics, is Hiresia's Focus.

At first, I thought it was a fluke, but it turned out to be the result of human relationships.

'Focus, there's no better skill for archery training than that.'

The words she said at the lakeside. From the beginning, she intded to teach me Focus. To help with my training.

'Alright, th.'

It seems necessary to show off her technique to everyone with a stylish gesture of gratitude.

'That will do.'

Docking.

First, splitting the arrow already shot. A divine skill that only master archers can achieve.

Since Focus can be used up to two shots, it's definitely feasible. I've done it before, and it would be ough to astonish everyone.

"Huh."

I let out a short laugh and nocked the arrow to the bowstring. I could have activated Focus right away, but I waited.

Until a strong wind blew. Of course, for a more dramatic effect.

Whoooooosh!

Soon after, the awaited gust of wind blew.

"The wind is crazy too."

I could feel everyone frowning and lowering their bows.

Shooting an arrow in such a strong wind would be madness, so their reaction was natural.

But for me, it was an opportunity for a dramatic effect. I activated Focus right away.

Countless paths of arrows unfolded before me. I quickly found the path leading straight to the cter of the target. My bow's direction twisted.

"What is that guy doing?"

"You're going to shoot in this wind? Are you out of your mind?"

"What do you mean shoot? It's just putting on a meaningless show. That guy is really an atttion-seeker, I'm telling you."

"Ridiculous, really."

It seemed like everyone thought I was just putting on a show to draw atttion. That would be the natural assumption.

But the thing is, this is about riding the wind. Those guys don't understand the wind, anyway.

Snap.

The bowstring was released.

"Uh...?"

"You're actually shooting?"

"Has he gone mad?"

Shoot!

The arrow flew.

Woosh!

The strong wind harshly pushed the arrow. To anyone watching, it seemed like a certain miss.

But, surprisingly, the arrow headed straight for the cter of the target.

Thud!

And it perfectly hit the dead cter.

"What, what, what the?!"

"Te, te, t points?!"

"In this strong wind... Does that ev make sse?!"

The astonished cries of the onlookers. A refreshing exhilaration coursed through my body.

This is exactly the zest of life.

It's too early to be surprised, lads.

I activated my Focus again before the wind stopped.

Interestingly, this time I'll shoot from the completely opposite direction.

Meaning, the dramatic effect could be maximized further.

My bow turned to the opposite side.

Snap.

Whizz!

Another arrow flew.

Again, the arrow was pushed by the strong wind.

But, ev this time, it headed toward the cter of the target.

Getting closer.

To the exact cter.

Right into the tail of the first arrow,

Crack!

The first arrow couldn't withstand it and split in two.

Exactly in half, the new arrow pierced through the split arrow and hit the same spot.

With not a single fraction of deviation, perfectly the same spot.

A perfect docking.

This time, no screams of astonishmt came out immediately. It was too surreal to be believed as reality.