The thrown dagger cut through the air and turned into three silver lights that pierced the target painted on the puppet.
Sixty meters, three targets, hitting the bull's eye at the same time.
After throwing the dagger, Anya turned her head and looked at her teacher Angst, waiting for her evaluation.
However, her teacher did not even raise his head. He was still sitting cross-legged on the stone in his nightgown, holding a notebook in his hand, writing on it thoughtfully.
"Can you at least take a look?" Anya frowned.
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