The cheers and victorious roars all around made Luke completely conscious of himself. He was once again sharing Zeke's consciousness.
Looking around, he could see a massive crowd surrounding a colloseum. Looking around, Luke came to a conclusion. This was a competition and Zeke was participating.
Dressed in a blue shirt and shorts, Zeke wore another cape with a hood. Covering his face, he was on a small stand and held a bow.
'Wait, didn't he use a sword last time I saw him?' Luke was shocked. As far as knowledge of the present was, a swordsman was very bad at archery. They were two distinct classes.
"The target this time is two hundred meters away." The host spoke loud enough so everyone in the colosseum could hear. Luke believed he used a device to speak that loud.
He couldn't influence Zeke's acts but could feel every emotion and pain Zeke was feeling. Confidence, eagerness, courage. Those were Zeke's emotions right now.