[Daily Updates at 15:00 GMT+2] Becoming a Soul Artist was every kid's dream and goal in life. They would train hard since young and then join the Soul Academy to make their parents proud. When a mysterious teen walked up the stage to get tested during the yearly Selection, everyone assumed he had the same dream. They were wrong. He had much bigger goals and he bet with his life to achieve them. His name was Number One. —————— Check out my other novels too! Author's Insta -> instagram.com/piokilek Discord -> https://discord.gg/mFmYwyT
Luna hesitated for a second but then she took a deep breath and continued according to Number One's instructions. It took her a few tries to regulate her breathing but they were not in a hurry. Number One kept assuring her until she eventually began making progress and scored near the middle of the board again.
"Well done, you are doing amazing," Number One praised softly and Luna kept shooting one blade after another. It didn't take her long to finally hit a dead center and her reaction was ecstatic.
"Oh! I did it," Luna exclaimed excitedly only to shudder when Number One suddenly held onto her hair and kissed her neck. She didn't expect such an attack and wished to turn around for more but he stopped her in time.
"No, you can only get a kiss when you get five centers in a row," Number One commanded as he fixed Luna's head to focus on the target. This time there was no hesitation on her side as she slashed at the board like a maniac.