Eiden stood motionless, the air still as the toy rifle rested in his grip. His expression remained unreadable stoic and composed while beside him, Lyra blinked in confusion, glancing between Eiden and the stall owner.
She tilted her head slightly. "What just happened?" she asked softly, unsure if she had missed something important. Before Eiden could answer, the stall owner suddenly clapped his hands together and boomed with excitement, "Congratulations! You've hit the hardest target and won the unknown reward! You're only the third person to ever strike the smallest target among the seven!"
Lyra's eyes widened. Smallest target? She turned quickly toward the shooting range. Her gaze scanned the targets, but she could barely make out anything particularly tiny. Then she squinted and squinted again, leaning forward slightly. Hidden deep in the corner, behind a fake tree branch, was a nearly invisible dot barely the size of a pea.
"That… was the target?" she whispered in disbelief.
