After seeing that all his friends had come over, the anger that had been burning on Tie Muzhen's face when he mentioned those people from the Lan Tribe finally faded a lot.
It seemed that the conflict between the Lan Tribe and the Wind Village had existed for quite some time. What happened to Asu today clearly wasn't the first incident of its kind.
"Mm, then let's give it a try, Doraemon."
Hearing Tie Muzhen's invitation, Da Xiong's face immediately lit up with a grin. Out of habit, he turned to look at Doraemon beside him.
"Sure, I've got no problem with that."
Doraemon smiled and nodded.
"I don't know what kind of game that is, but it sounds pretty interesting!"
Fat Tiger also expressed his opinion, saying he was quite interested in this sport called Throwing Wind Bombs—he really did want to give it a shot.
"Wait a second… Fat Tiger, did you seriously forget what we came here for…?"
Seeing Fat Tiger already getting all eager to play, Suneo held him back helplessly and reminded him in exasperation.
"...I forgot."
After being reminded, Fat Tiger thought for a grand total of half a second before decisively giving his answer.
Of course, that answer made Suneo want to cry without tears.
He already knew Fat Tiger was the type to act first and think later, but he didn't expect him to forget their entire purpose this quickly.
There was nothing he could do—Suneo didn't have much say in front of Fat Tiger, nor could he use brute force like Fat Tiger often did to make others obey.
And so, the group followed Tie Muzhen and the others to a cliffside location.
On the edge of the cliff stood two tall flagpoles. Hanging from their tops were long wind flags shaped like koi banners, fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze.
"The rules are simple," Tie Muzhen explained. "You just have to blow wind into the small openings on those flags up there."
"I'll show you how it's done first."
After bringing everyone to the cliffside, Tie Muzhen patiently explained the gameplay, then decided to demonstrate himself so they could see how it was actually done.
After all, seeing was believing—no matter how well he described it, it was easier to understand if he showed them directly.
With that, Tie Muzhen focused his mind and began to spin the Wind Wheel in his hand. Instantly, a powerful whirlwind started to gather around him.
Riding the gust, Tie Muzhen stepped onto his flying broom-like board and rose up until he was at the same height as the flags on the cliff.
Then, he swung his arm and hurled the Wind Wheel forward.
A shockwave-like gust burst out from the spinning wheel, blasting through the air like an invisible cannon and striking the flag squarely on its mark.
The whole process was clean, sharp, and efficient—done in one smooth motion.
"Whoa~! That's amazing!"
Da Xiong, Doraemon, and the others exclaimed in awe, unable to hide their admiration.
Even Fat Tiger, who was always proud and competitive, couldn't help but sincerely praise Tie Muzhen after witnessing such a cool display.
"In that case, let me give it a try too!"
Seeing the other side showing off like that, Da Xiong couldn't help but feel an itch to try it himself.
After all, this game was quite similar to shooting—and when it came to shooting, Da Xiong had an absolute natural advantage.
"No way, no way, Da Xiong—you'll definitely mess it up."
Seeing Da Xiong's excited expression, Fat Tiger waved his hand dismissively, immediately splashing a bucket of cold water over his enthusiasm.
"Eh? Why would you say that? Stuff like this is my specialty…!"
For some reason, Da Xiong still had a bit of confidence when it came to anything related to aiming, so much so that he even dared to talk back to Fat Tiger.
"Well, it's not that he's wrong to doubt you," said Kun Muzhen with a smile. "Even for us villagers of the Wind Village, this isn't something easy to do. For outsiders like you, tell you what—if you can hit even once, we'll count it as a pass."
Hearing Da Xiong's confident declaration, Kun Muzhen and Duo Muzhen exchanged knowing looks.
In truth, being able to precisely control the wind wasn't something every villager here could do well.
Tie Muzhen could, partly because of his natural talent, but also because he practiced frequently.
As the saying goes: Practice makes perfect; review brings mastery. If you keep honing a skill, you'll eventually be able to use it smoothly whenever you wish.
"Alright! In that case, watch me!"
Da Xiong took the Wind Wheel from Tie Muzhen and spun it in his hands a few times. He could feel the swirling currents of air circling inside—it was powerful and alive.
He felt confident he could complete this challenge.
"Get ready, Da Xiong—now's your chance!"
When they rose to the right height, Tie Muzhen called out to signal him to throw.
Thud!
Unfortunately, Da Xiong's first throw missed completely, hitting the rock wall behind the flag instead.
"Looks like he hasn't gotten the feel for it yet—it's his first time after all…"
Seeing the failed attempt, Duo Muzhen and the others below weren't surprised at all.
Even for them, hitting every target wasn't easy. At best, six or seven hits out of ten would already count as quite impressive.
Generally, a fifty-percent hit rate was considered normal.
However—
The next two throws from Da Xiong made everyone's jaws drop.
Boom! Boom!
Two heavy gusts exploded forward, and both strikes landed perfectly—each wind blast hitting the tiny opening of the wind flags dead-on.
"He… he hit them all!?"
"That's amazing…"
"How is that even possible…!?"
As natives of the Wind Village, Kun Muzhen, Duo Muzhen, and Ya Muzhen knew full well—controlling wind was one thing, but doing it with that kind of pinpoint precision was another matter entirely.