Class Change

Rolf stood straight-backed, serious. He pulled back on the bow string, his aim and form nearly perfect, good enough at the very least, that no one would be able to find flaw. No one, that is, except his teacher. Shinon smiled to himself, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Rolf!" He shouted, the student turned his head as he loosed the arrow. The bolt sped from his bow, and landed but a hair's width from dead center.
"Yes, Un- Master Shinon?" The boy asked. The flame haired archer dropped from the tree where he had been watching and walked over.
"Get back in your stance, kid. Lets correct that BEFORE I rip you a new one for your aim." Rolf beamed, eager for the criticism that made him better every day. Shinon had always been what some would call overly critical. But it was that trait which made Rolf love him. Shinon's criticism was extra harsh so Rolf would KNOW that he was good, that he was the best student. He couldn't explain it, but it wasn't mean coming from Shinon, it was...loving.

They drilled stance for about an hour, Shinon managed to find only five things wrong with it, as opposed to fifty. If Shinon could find ten things wrong, you were probably a perfect shot. Rolf didn't argue, he merely adjusted himself accordingly.

"Okay, lets go see if you hit the damn thing." Shinon said. He trudged off too the target, Rolf practically skipping behind him. They inspected the target, Shinon loudly declaring that his pupil had missed by a mile, Rolf laughing before the flame haired master let out a sigh. They walked back to the starting place, and Shinon picked up his bow.
"Okay kid, lets have a little shooting contest."
"Yay!" Rolf picked up his bow and prepared to fire.

They shot ten targets. Shinon was, naturally, a perfect score. Rolf had missed one, by about a quarter inch. Afterwards, they sat down in the shade.
"Hey, Rolf," Shinon said, mussing the boy's hair in a rare show of affection.
"Yes, Uncle Shinon?"
"You've improved a lot." He smiled, "You're becoming one hell of a Marksmen."
"Really?" Rolf beamed with pride. Praise from Shinon meant more than praise from anyone else.
"Really. You've got a long way to go before you're as good as me. But you're gaining on me fast. I think you might actually be better than me someday."
"Of course I will." Rolf said with that stupid grim plastered to his face, "Because my teacher is the best."