Sling—Pop!
"Wow! Damn, Bossman! That was amazing! You hit that thing right at the perfect angle! It didn't even look like you were trying!" Sadie clapped as her face lit up in awe.
Kurt smoothly lowered the fake wooden crossbow belonging to the shooting range. He didn't even blink as his eye tracked and easily shot down the stuffed white teddy bear from the top rack of the stall.
The open fields of Future Academy had been completely transformed into a global bustling festival ground. Hundreds of vibrant stalls stretched as far as the eye could see, draped in the unique banners of the four competing nations.
Thousands of students and visitors from around the world filled the academy, laughing, bartering, and playing games under the warm late afternoon sun.
The elderly merchant behind the small shooting range counter let out an appreciative whistle and hauled the massive teddy bear over the wooden ledge.
"A masterclass in marksmanship, young man. Here is your prize!"
