"Bullseye!"

The arrow, launched from the tip of the muscular and defiant man's fingertips, leaves an electrifying tip at the back and aims yet again at the middle red mark of the target together with the other perfect aimed arrows, a kilometer away from him. Though Arkhantian winds may disrupt its angle, with barren dust from the turmoil land, the great archer has always prevails his perfect aim.

"Thank you, my young nephew." The Oswyn says as he lowers and looks at the child Ray beside him, who holds up his hands above his eyes, like binoculars.

"Can I even do what you do?" Ray asks. "I can only look far for only a few meters just like the normal people can do." He sobs.

"The Farsight Technique has been handed down from our Arciera Family from generation to generation." Oswyn says. "And soon if you are called, you just might be the next!"


(During Issue 12: WITCH and Elyon travels inside the Palace)

"After I get rid of you! You're next!" Zagan yells at Ray who is still bewildered from the attack.

After the unexpected turnaround, Eric continues to fend off Zagan as he drastically maneuvers his sword without any plan to defeat the unstoppable warrior but his strength has left him ever since he go all out. Ever since the plan failed, the trauma starts to jog in Eric's emotion but fights Zagan to survive the odds. "Emulate Sixth Technique: Reverse Grip!" Zagan chants.

"Oh no! I just need to hold out more before the reinforcements arrive!" Eric maneuvers his sword quickly to stop Zagan's reverse grip, but doesn't have the same amount of speed to stop him. Eric is then forced to switch to the normal grip to defend the same attacks he used against him. Zagan's then great speed and strength pushes Eric off balance and finally an opening to take him down.

"Raymondus! Need a hand over here!" he calls out and manages to block Zagan's attack. Ray on the other hand, feels tired and weary from the failed plan.

"That Oswyn –boy is no Oswyn! He can't help you! He needs a hundred years before he could even take down his uncle and a thousand against me!" Zagan's great strength swipes Eric's sword off from his hand.

Suddenly, the absent-minded yet sensible Ray takes up a random sword amidst the battle scene as its blade sticks on the ground. He continues to dash between Zagan before he ends Eric's life. Since with no magic left to fight back, he clashes a spare sword and starts a swordfight against the giant.

"Just in time!" Eric commends and retrieves his Atlas sword back.

Surprised by Zagan's new unexpected opponent, he continues to exchange sword blows to the less trained Ray. "So the Oswyn-boy decided a swordfight huh?!" Zagan mocks.

Then a large man swoops in quickly and joins the fight and clashes his axe with the butcher sword. "Move back Bartholomew!" Jolras demands and swings his axe back against Zagan and defends himself from the forced reverse grip attacks.

"Get out of my way, old man!" Zagan yells as he delivers another deadly blow.

"Kickthrust Seventh Technique: Two-Step Riser!" Jolras quickly jumps high with one foot above Zagan's sword and climbs on it and kicks forcefully on Zagan's vulnerable head with the other foot.

"Arrghh!' Zagan yells out, flies back and crashes to the slope side of the hill.

"Ouff! And there goes my spine!" Jolras', on the same time, his off footing kick lands his back on the ground. "And you're still here?!" he yells out when he notices Eric and Ray awkwardly standing near them.

"You're wounded Sir Kandor." Eric replies again in concern to large bandage strapped around his body to stop the deep wound across his stomach. "You need our help." He replies.

"And you will because it seems that I can't go on now…" Jolras says as he tries to get up, but the spine on his back breaks down from the fall; now, with no options to choose from, the thought of keeping his students from harm is not an option. "Just survive and fend him off until Marcus comes."

"We will…" Eric replies. He turns to Ray who is still silent and tired from all the thought of the continuous confusion inside his head, a distant memory. He then slightly punches Ray to the arm and turns to him. "Still have magic left?"

"Then what with this spare sword for?" Ray annoyingly replies. "But no, I'm still trying to regenerate of what's left of me I guess."

"Want to give it another go?"

"Ridiculous, we've failed—"

"And you want to give it up because of that?" Eric sternly asks and dashes forward Zagan. "You came here for vengeance and right now is the time to achieve that. It's now or never, Ray."

Ray enlighten for a while drops the sword and forms his bow.


"Really?" the child happily replies as the child Ray takes the bow.

"Give it a try." Oswyn gives a few small set of arrows to him. "And shoot that target over there." He points to a near target on front of him only a few meters away from them.

The child puts up his arrow and tries to launch it, but the arrow land in a shorter distance and in a low projectile. He tries again but the same result happen; the lousy arrow just won't reach its target. After a few tries, he sighs and sobs.

"I'll never be like you."


"Farsight—urgh! First Technique: Snipe Shot!" Ray chants a simple attack even though running out of mana and an arrow fizzles out from his finger tips for a head shot, but Zagan manages to block it with his armored gauntlet as he tries to get up.

Eric rushes forward on front of him before Zagan could reach his sword. "Oh no you don't!" He swings fiercely with his two hands gripping on its sword grip on the untouched butcher sword and sends it flying away down the hill.

"No! My sword!" Zagan yells as he takes Oswyn's bow behind him instead. "You'll pay for that!" he jumps backward to create distance.

Eric once again positions himself back to fighting stance and rushes forward with Ray following behind.

Zagan pulls the bowstring and chants. "Emulate Farsight Sixth Technique: Grenade Barrage!" Arrows appears on the bow and releases it to the incoming young legionates.

Eric misses the first batch of arrows and slices another incoming arrow but his blade collides with it and an explosion occurs that sends him backward. Ray passes through the barrage as well and runs ahead from the fallen Eric and charges face-to-face with Zagan.

"Sixth Technique: Gre-grenade Barrage!" Ray hastily forces to release his own barrage against Zagan. The arrows fly and multiply and small explosions blast before the giant.

"Is that all, Oswyn-boy?" Zagan smirks and aims his bow at him. "Fifth Technique: Arrow Grenade!" another arrow flies at Ray and in return he shoots back with the same technique.

"Fifth technique: Arrow Grenade!" Ray chants and challenges Zagan's attack. The two arrows meet up halfway and Zagan's arrow overwhelm Ray's continuous to once again directly aim at him. Ray dodges but explodes before he could escape from the burst.

"Arrgh!" Ray yells in pain and as he falls back to the ground, his mind once again flashes the same past.


Oswyn kneels down before him and pats Ray's head. "Hey, it's your first time! There is still time to learn, young child."

"You always say that." Ray frets. "But people say you're the best archer there is since when you're a child!"

Oswyn embarrassingly laughs. "Is that true?"

"The people say that when you're my age, you have your Farsee ability." Ray explains. "And when you get older, you invented three or four new skills for the Farsee and now you're the greatest and bravest legionate of the legion!"

Oswyn chuckles "It's Farsight, young one."

"Yeah, right! Farsight!" the child says. "What I mean is, I can't be like you." He says as his face saddens and tears flow from his cheeks.

"Hey now." Oswyn says as he sits down and carries the child to his lap. "I may have been grown to be a prodigy, discover more advanced skills to the Farsight Technique, and to become one of the best legionates of my legion, but it doesn't mean you're better than me. You're just not ready yet."

"Then when will I be ready?"


'Not yet!' Ray pushes his body to fighting stance before he hits the ground. 'I may not be ready to surpass my uncle, yet I also can't stand the fact that this damn giant is still alive!" Ray's anger rekindles again rages within him and dashes forward against the mighty Zagan. "Grenade Barrrage!" he yells even though he has the less amount of mana to spare.

"You're persistent aren't you? Grenade Barrage!—urgh!" Zagan exchanges arrows just in time before Ray's barrage comes in and unlike the first attack, his hits flawlessly blocks his view and his vital points.

Ray then misses Zagan's attacks while he dodges the shots. Unknowingly, another explosion disrupts his sprint "Urrghh!—not yet! I've been practicing my skills for this moment!" he yells as he rapidly fires without any plan in mind. "Grenade Barrage!"


"Soon. Just be patient." Oswyn explains. "And when that time comes, you must remember the one thing that I always forget."

"Practice to become the best archer in the universe?" Ray happily exclaims.

"No."

"Be brave and never give up even when you're frightened?"

"No."


"Fifth Technique: Arrow Barrage!" With only five meters away, Ray continues to sprint forward as the confused Zagan tries to stance back to his fighting position from the rapid barrage blasts. "You can't fool me with those attacks Oswyn!" he yells annoyingly. 'I may not even have the strength to endure this for long!' Ray thinks to himself in panic.

With only a few meters, there was no time for Ray to dodge the attacks. He misses the few arrows but two of them hits his arms. "Arrghh!" Ray yelps in pain but bravely and continuously dashes forward. 'It's no use! I can't defeat him in this state! The Farsight techniques are no match against him—! Unless I—"

"Ninth Technique: Sword Aim!" Zagan chants first and quickly launches a sword arrow.

"G-Grenade Barrage!" Ray chants as arrows fizzles out from his bow directly to the sword. The shots meet halfway and another large explosion occurs with a thick smokescreen with dust in between Zagan and Ray. The impact causes the sword to stick in the ground and he uses it as a ramp to jump above the smokescreen and sees Zagan from above.


The child Ray thinks harder as he rubs his finger on his chin. "I give up! What is it uncle?"

"You can be the greatest archer in the universe and you can even be the bravest man alive!" He rubs his hair gently "But in order to achieve it you must…."


'Breathe…'

Like in slow-motion, Ray closes his eyes and inhales and exhales slowly in mid-air. He relaxes himself as the panic and nervousness slowly dies down. He then focuses his skills and controls his anger. 'Breathing calms you down in your desperate times. An archer must breathe properly to let his aim stay still and relaxed. It keeps your mind focused and it never lets the mix emotions overwhelm you. If you master this, then you are more capable than you can possibly imagine …'

Without thinking twice, Ray directly focuses his bow at Zagan and pulls his string up and concentrates on the last mana he has left on him. He open his eyes fully fixed on his opponent. "Farsight Thirteenth Technique…" he chants positively and calmly as a series of rotating magic madela discs appear behind around his bow.

Zagan then shockingly gazes at Ray above him when a strange shadow casts around him. "W-what is that?!" he asks himself in fear and also pulls another chant to counter him. "Ninth Technique—S-Sword Aim!" he releases the sword shot at him.

"Apollo Galva Shot!" The air begins to sink in around Ray's bow as its axis forms an extensive disfigured plasma object across the bow pointing at the sword and at Zagan. He releases the string and the fast plasma entity passes through the air with great speed as it also disrupts and booms the air upon release.

The air resistance was too much to handle as the sword is instead flown away from the plasma attack and continuous to dive in at Zagan like a comet. "Impossible!" Zagan exclaims and is also stunned by Ray's powerful attack. With no time to escape, finally, the shot reaches to him and explodes in impact.

"Arrrgghh! I'll get you for this! Oswyn!" Zagan cries out in pain, electrocuted and heated as the large explosion disrupts throughout the land and causes the soldiers and rebels to see the sight.

Ray's tired and unmoving body on the grassy roll and lands downhill and stops midway. "Bullseye…" he smirks before he passes out.

(During Issue 12: WITCH and Elyon meets Phobos)