Supreme Archer: Taking The Game's Weakest Class To The Top

Chapter 18: Schedule (1)

Chapter 18: Schedule (1)

Under the sun's zenith, Jake swung his Steel Ax, cutting down the tree just like he had learned.

It'd been hot for some days now in the tutorial island, so Jake worked on his wooden armorer and lumberer proficiency topless, with the sun tanning him.

His skin in the game had a much healthier color than in real life, which wasn't so odd considering his current lifestyle.

It was also because of this weather that Jake discovered the tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo represented his first legendary summon—Odin, the white wolf—and was an image of the ferocious wolf boss.

Though it was just a tattoo, the wolf head appeared more ferocious than the monster boss Jake had killed before, as though this was the wolf boss's final form.

Staring too much into it would give anyone a sense that the tattoo's red eyes stared back at you. Of course, the tattoo was from the black ink, so it couldn't give the full picture of the white wolf.

[Call Of The Wolf Boss is no longer on the cooldown.]

Jake smiled, "Alright. Time for another short practice!"

Wiping the sweat off his eyebrow, Jake dropped the steel ax into his inventory and left the tree with a deep laceration plastered across its bark. He'd finish his job later.

With his inborn diligence, Jake had made a simple schedule to optimize his time and not waste any second of it. Close to the safe zone, he'd cut down the trees, drawing his path to the Unconquerable Mountain.

If a wolf appeared nearby, he would switch to the battle zone and fight it with his bow and arrows.

Richard had been overlooking the progress with his older brother's smile, 'He comes to our world early in the morning, stretches his body to avoid any stamina loss or burden on his muscles, and increases his lumberer proficiency up to the noon, with necessary breaks to rehydrate, eat, and train with his first summon.'

Though Jake is a diligent fellow, he also likes to sleep. Waking up in the early morning is quite a battle for him, and his body always begs him to return back to bed. That's especially a challenge since he's on vacation now.

To fight that desire, Jake goes through the morning routine with soldier-like passion, returns to bed with his virtual reality set on, and throws himself into the game world to work hard there.

The lumberer occupation is like a perfect medicine to fight a muddled morning mood and drowsy brain.

Also, his training with Odin isn't actually demanding at all.

[You have summoned your first summon, Odin, the white wolf.]

Woof! Hello, Master! Odin woofed.

He appeared on his four, but his respect for his master fixed his position by making him sit with his paws close to each other. He lifted his red eyes and stared at Jake with respectful light and tongue lolling out—an amusing contrast between his young age and loyalty.

It had been a few days since Odin had found himself by his master's side, too. By now, he understood that he'd train and soon have some nice raw wolf flesh to dig in! In fact, he'd looked at the sun to check the time and confirm that the spread was only a matter of one or two summons.

Odin was that smart.

Jake laughed, "Hi again, Odin. Let's go over my archery forms and your discipline again. After that, I'll summon you to have a meal."

Woof! Woof! Woof! Odin's excitement skyrocketed.

Grinning, Jake took out his wooden bow and slung his leather quiver on his sweaty back and shoulder. In the meantime, Odin took his side and waited patiently for his master to practice his archery.

When Jake put his one foot forward and slightly raised the heel of another, crumpling down into the joker form, Odin instantly caught up on it and rushed forward at the imaginary opponent.

"That's right! That's the joker form! I'm joining your close combat range, and we both use each other's attacks and presences to juggle the opponent's aggression between each other!" Jake shouted, explaining the meaning behind his form for the umpteenth time to his first summon.

One minute later, Jake distanced himself from Odin and entered the soldier stance. It was his best and strongest form, and it best portrayed his personality. Diligence, hard work, and focus were all but written on him.

Noticing that form, Odin waited for Jake to release his arrow.

In this form, Jake would gather the entire attention of their opponent and face the brunt of his wrath. Odin's job then would be to reposition and get a more favorable location for himself to continue his assault.

After that, Jake would once again switch to joker form and draw a distance with their opponent. Odin would emerge from his new location and threaten the enemy again, confusing him.

That's when Jake's third form would take over him—the Master Form.

It was named after Miss Ingrid, Jake's Master in real life. He'd inspired himself by the stance she had shown him on his first day in her archery club and used it against the wolf boss. Ever since then, he had asked for tips about it and requested her to show him more of it.

Of course, Jake was already the full-time disciple of her club, so she first tasked him with cleaning up her practice room and other stuff that would warm him up.

Only after he diligently followed her teachings would Ingrid show him more of that form.

With one knee digging into the ground, Jake rooted himself in the spot and stared ahead from a different angle.

Though it may have seemed like the master form only saved Jake a few precious seconds before he could stand up to the previous forms and, at most, had given him a different angle to shoot, the different angle meant much more here!

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