That day, Selene searched everywhere for her bow and arrows, and the absence of them unsettled her far more than she expected. Training had become a structure she relied on, something tangible she could hold onto when her memories failed her. Each morning she woke with fragments of emotion but no clear past to anchor them to, and the routine of drawing a bow, feeling the strain in her shoulders, and watching arrows fly had given her something honest and measurable.
She checked the racks near the training ground first, then the storage shed where unused weapons were sometimes kept, then even the shaded area behind the practice dummies where gear was occasionally abandoned after long drills. Nothing. Not even the lighter bow Fang had given her the day before. The irritation that had been simmering quietly all morning began to rise, sharp and insistent.
With an impatient breath, she headed toward Akashi's hut.
