Chapter 932: Pizzas



The arrow sliced through the air with a hiss, traveling the distance with precision before embedding itself firmly in the center of the target. A respectful silence followed the impact, broken only by the faint sigh of satisfaction that escaped Kaizen's lips. He lowered the bow, feeling the familiar sense of contentment that always accompanies a successful shot.

Lara was the first to applaud, her clapping echoing softly through the hall. "Great shot, Kaizen! Looks like you haven't lost your practice."

Clifford and Andrew nodded in approval, their eyes assessing the performance with renewed interest. Clifford adjusted his glasses, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Not bad, Kaizen. Let's see if you can maintain that precision throughout the competition."

Kaizen laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Competition, huh? And what will the stakes be?"

Andrew smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Loser pays for the pizza. And no cheap pizza. I want one with all the extras."

Lara raised an eyebrow, feigning a stern expression. "Then you'd better not lose, Andrew. I remember last time, you made us pay a fortune for those gourmet pizzas."

Everyone laughed, the atmosphere relaxed and full of camaraderie. They prepared for the first round, each adjusting their positions and checking the condition of their bows and arrows. Clifford was the first to fire, the arrow slicing through the air at speed before sticking slightly to the right of the center of the target.

"Not a bad start," said Kaizen, assessing the shot with a critical eye. "But I think you can do better."

Clifford smiled, accepting the implied challenge. "Let's see what you can do in the next round."

Andrew then took up his position, his eyes focused intently on the target ahead. He pulled the bowstring tight and released the arrow, which flew in a perfect arc before embedding itself right in the center. He turned around, a victorious smile spreading across his face. "I think I'm in the lead for now."

Lara laughed, taking up her position. "Don't get too excited, Andrew. We still have many rounds to go."

"Let's begin," announced Clifford, adjusting his glasses and taking up his position. He pulled the bowstring tight, his muscles tensing as he focused all his attention on the target ahead. The arrow sliced through the air with a hiss, embedding itself firmly in the center of the target.

"Excellent shot, Clifford!" exclaimed Lara, applauding enthusiastically. "You're really outdoing yourself today."

Clifford smiled modestly, feeling proud of his performance. "Thank you, Lara. I've been training hard for the last few days. I want to see if I can keep up this level until the end."

Andrew took his position next, a confident smile on his face. He pulled the bowstring tight and released the arrow, which flew in a perfect arc before sticking slightly to the right of center.

"It's not my best shot, but I'm still in contention," said Andrew, with a defiant tone. "Let's see if you can beat me."

Lara took up her position, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She pulled the bowstring with grace and released the arrow, which stuck in the center of the target, next to Clifford's arrow.

"Not bad, Lara," Kaizen commented, smiling at her. "You're getting better and better."

Lara smiled in response, pleased with the compliment. "Thank you, Kaizen. I've been working hard to improve."

Kaizen was the last to take his position. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar pressure of competing with friends and colleagues. Focusing on the target in front of him, he pulled the bowstring and released the arrow, which flew with precision before embedding itself in the center of the target, next to Lara and Clifford's arrows.

"Triple draw in the second round," announced Clifford, an expression of amusement on his face. "The competition is really fierce."