Chimamire was bored out of his mind. He was taking a simple walk through the park, trying to find something to do. He flagged down an ice cream truck and quickly had a group of kids around him. He was in a good mood and bought the ice cream man out of all his items, being as he came from a rich family, it was as if he were tossing a coin in a fountain. He took a few ice creams and let the kids have at the rest.
He continued his walk and gradually made his way into the surrounding forestry into a clearing surrounded by dense vinery. There were huge oak trees here that all bore similar, small, burned holes. On the largest tree, there were several targets painted across the 20 foot wide trunk. He stood at the edge of the clearing, about 100 yards from the the largest tree and took his stance, his blood-red bow appearing in his hands. He took aim and fired off three arrows at the single target in the center, every one of them hitting the direct center. He sighed and practiced some more, from different angles, wishing for a training partner, or even just someone to talk to.