Training was outside today. And for some reason, Butler had agreed to help.
It was simple. A row of straw targets. Run in a straight line and hit the targets with kunai knives as you run. Artemis could do it. Sort of.
"Ready Artemis?" Butler was standing off to the side of his young charge, holding a stop watch, his finger on the start button.
"Ready." Artemis was in his black ninja garb, bent low with one hand on the pouch that held his kunai knives.
"GO!"
Artemis was off, running across the ground while throwing knives left and right. He couldn't tell if he'd hit any or not.
Artemis slowed to a stop, looking back at Butler. "How many did I hit?"
"Zero. But you did manage to hit me, several ducks in the pond, and Mrs. Fowl as she was coming out to get the morning paper."
Artemis glanced over at the driveway. Mrs. Fowl was bent in the fetal position on the asphalt, newspaper raised defensively over her head. A kunai knife was embedded in the paper.
"Uh…sorry…Mother…"