Find Me in 1000 Years

Dart

He took Ken's hand out of his neck and untied the young man's hand. Then he pushed Ken into the bar.

At that hour, the bar started to fall. All that remains are drunken people who are asleep. The bule man chose a table near the wall that hung a dartboard. Then he ordered a beer.

"I-I don't drink beer at this hour" Ken declined.

The man laughed. "Are you a kid or what? This hour, you say? Huh! All those kids your age want to look grown up drinking beer and going to bars. Because it's me you can get into the bar, but actually, you're not old enough to get in here!"

"He he." Ken tried to laugh in the midst of his confusion. "Then, why don't we just go home" Ken asked. He immediately left.

Vicky quickly pulls the collar of the young man's shirt so Ken can't leave.

"Aghhh!" Ken was holding the neck of the shirt that was snaring him.

"Who let you go, mmh? Come, sit!" The man pulled the rough Ken to sit on a wooden chair. I don't want that young man sitting there.

A waitress brought 2 large beers with full-fledged beers inside. One glass was pushed towards Ken.

"Thank you, sweetie," teased Vicky with a wink at the waitress.

With a slightly opened shirt on the chest and a moderately short skirt, the woman glanced at the man flirtatiously and then left.

Vicky looked at Ken. He raised the beer glass and coded the young man to lift the beer glass together. Then he nipped Ken's glass with his glass before sipping it. "Mmh, come!"

The young man had to drink it a little.

"You see that dartboard?" The bule man pointed at the round board hanging on the wall. "Let's see if you can do what I do." The man stood up and took the short arrows stuck on the board.

The man then stood a distance away from the dartboard. He took a swing by pointing the little arrow at it. Quickly, he threw the small arrows at the target and in 3 throws, he hit the target in the form of a circle image, right in the middle.

Ken flabbergasted. How did the man throw the three little arrows without going off course? "How did you do it?"

The man just snorted with a smile. "If you're smart enough, you can do it without me telling you. Aye, right?"

"Eh, I ...."

The man placed 5 small arrows on the table. "You have a chance to try 2 times, after that reach the target that already exists." He returned to his chair and sat there. "If you're one, you're gonna have to finish your beer. If you're two wrong, you'll have to finish your beer and mine, and if you're 3 wrong you'll not only have to spend your beer and my beer but also repeat the game. Youunderstand?"

"Eh?" The young man was confused.

"But if I lose, I'll drink your beer and my beer and repeat the game again. Understood?"

"Eh ...." Ken's tongue is weak.

"Already, work!" the man's orders.

The young man looked towards the target on the dartboard. In the middle, huh? How-to? He turned to the bule man, but the man looked relaxed and indifferent.

Ouch .. how this. It's messed up, but .. I have to try it. The young man took out one small arrow and started glancing at the target. So how did he throw? Looks like the origin but right at the intended target.

Ken tried to focus. Distance is not far, is it? It measures where it stands. But he threw it at this distance. Mmh ... Ken focus, focus! The young man looked towards the target point and started throwing, but missed.

Ken went back to correcting what he was doing. Throw it if from the position earlier, the fall is slightly tilted huh? Maybe because of the movement of the body when throwing. Unlike the gun that is fired when not moving, this arrow is swung when throwing it makes the target move slightly from its original position.

Mmh, so if I throw from that position, the target will shift in that direction. So if you want to fit the target, I have to stand a little tilted so that my throw fits on that target.

Ken's ready to throw again. He tried to remember the style of the bule man throwing and combining with his current position. And ... he steadied himself throwing. Failed back.

Ah, goddamn. Why can't ya? No approaching the target. The young man touched his chin while glancing at Vicky who turned out to be smiling widely looking at the young man in confusion.

"Have you? Come on, now throw it," led by the man.

In doubt, Ken already imagined would lose. He was ready because he had no choice. Slowly he picked up one of the small arrows and focused on the target. At least he tried. Just as he was about to throw, someone came to their table.

"Well, throw a dart? I like it, I like it! Can I go with you?" said the girl clapped her hands. A beautiful long-haired Asian girl stood in front. He was dressed in black with the top slightly open. A loose shirt with a miniskirt is combined with spider stockings on its legs.

Vicky frowned looking at the girl's appearance.

"Mi ...." So happy, Ken almost mentioned his name, but then he glanced at the bule man.

The girl immediately came up to Ken and wrapped her hands around the young man's arms. "I'm with ya? Spirit." He was pampered in the young man's arm.

"Hey, don't interfere with people's business! You're still a kid, aren't you? Go there!" expel Vicky.

But Ken instead protects her by putting a body in front of the girl. "Why can you flirt with the waiter, but I can't be with him?"

The man looked confused, for a moment. "Whatever. Come on, finish our bet." He returned to his chair.

Ken is concentrating. He raised the small arrow, but then his concentration was disturbed because Mira kept pulling his arm. The young man looked. "What's wrong?" whispered. He doesn't want Vicky to suspect that they know each other.

The girl brought her face closer to Ken's ear and whispered. "You can get that arrow to hit the target."

"Huh?"

The girl nodded with a big smile.

"How is it?" whispered Ken. He tried not to let Vicky see them chat with a little motion.

The girl drew closer to the young man's ears. "Be like that. Focus on the dartboard."

The young man followed the girl's instructions.

"Then try to focus also the mind on the arrow. Talk to that thing in your heart and tell him to hit the target."

The young man frowned. Actually Ken was hesitant about the girl's words, but hadn't Mira always come to his aid? He's the soldier Mom sent him, isn't he?

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