The next day passed mostly uneventfully, with the exception of the fishing adventures that fueled my recovery. Some youngsters found me when I was cooking the fishes. I had to grab them and run. Fortunately, they were not as fast or as strong as the granddaughter of the Village Chief, they had no chance to catch up to me. I consumed my fishes in relative peace, when I've lost the pursuers. In the evening, I finally managed to create five throwing daggers. What I needed now, was some kind of target. I could throw them at the wall, but that could potentially create noise. Although the house was made from stone, and finsihed with wood on the inside, the noise could alarm someone. I need to buffer the sound. I decided to use the pillow for my practice. It was rubbish anyway, and I had two as well, therefore it was a perfect target meterial. I took the piece of scrap and dug out a nail from the floorboards. Rusty, but still useful. I picked up a rock from the outside, and "hammered" the nail together with the pillow onto the wall. The target was a bit small. 'If I miss with the dagger, it would make a sound. Besides, the wooden daggers will not stay on the target... I need something else' I thought. I decided to use the quilt as it was much bigger. It was rubbish too, and it was almost summer already. I wouldn't need it anyway. I replaced the pillow with the quilt, after finding another rusty nail to hold the quilt in its place. Now the target area, was much better. I had no paint or anything. I couldn't draw any type of Human figure on the quilt, to make the target more useful. After thinking for a bit, I came up with the idea of getting some coal from the blacksmith's workshop. There was loads of it because the furnace had to burn something, Coal was one of those things. That plan would have to wait until the next day. I couldn't go to the Workshop at that time. For now, I tried to learn the technique, not the accuracy. In simple terms, I threw the wooden daggers at the quilt. I was trying to find the most comfortable way of holding and throwing them. The training didn't last for too long, I still had to go to sleep. The days were becoming longer, while the nights shorter. The next day, when I finished with my water carrying task, it was already sunny. After taking care of of task and y breakfast, I headed to the Blacksmith's Workshop. As usual, the blacksmith was not present. I stole one piece of Coal, and did my task. I managed to create one and a half ingots. I mean half, because I was at the third cycle. When the blacksmith arrived, he examined both my ingot and unfinished work, then said his famous sentence. He would probably finish that ingot himself. I didn't care either way. Of course I could do two of them in the time I had, but why would I do that? What would I gain from working hard? When I arrived back at my house, I draw an outline of a person on the quilt. It resembled the old man Village Chief a bit. I added different target areas, that I wanted to aim at. I didn't start the training yet, there was one last task to complete. The training would have to wait, until I was done with everything that day. When I went out of my house, I noticed a commotion not far away. I got closer to the crowd and I could hear the villagers talking about something important. Something about a young master, from the Grasshill Village coming for a visit today. No wonder there was a commotion outside. Someone important was visiting, from a much larger village and this caused people to talk about all sorts of stuff. I wanted to hear more, but the villagers noticed me. They looked at me with anger, then commanded for me to leave and do my work. I did just that. Although knowing stuff was one of my goals, I didn't want to face any punishments for no apparent reason. I've watered the field, then went to the river in order to catch some fishes. No one disturbed me that day. I guessed it was because of that so called young master. They didn't want to bother with me, and I didn't complain about that. I only wished it was like this everyday. With full stomach at least for a while, I hit the road back to my house. In the village, I noticed festive atmosphere. Everyone was busy doing something, but it was none of my business. I just went straight to my house. I started my practice. I tried to hold the daggers in different positions while throwing them. The most suitable and comfortable position I found, was holding the dagger flat in my palm. To throw it, I would swing my hand and release the dagger from my palm. With this technique. I could hide the weapon inside my sleeve, and throw it unnoticed. It was a good technique, and so I practiced that. I tried aiming for the eyes, throat, heart, legs and arms. I aimed for legs and arms because the target area was bigger. The other reason for that, was to slow down my opponent. As for the eyes, heart and throat, these were fatal points in Human body, therefore I wanted to have good accuracy when aiming at these parts. I was no longer such a newbie, when it came to accuracy. Most of my throws were on the target, once I got used to the way of holding the dagger. The problem was that, some of the daggers were hitting the target with the handle, instead of the "blade" side. These were just wooden daggers and had no blade, but hitting the target with the handle or with the side of a dagger, wouldn'rt injure my target. I had to work on that. I practiced like this for couple of hours, then decided it was enough for that day. It was time to hit the bed anyway. When I stopped practicing, I could hear the voices of cheering, laughter and overall happiness outside. I was too focused on my own stuff, to hear them during my training. I only noticed the noises, after I finished. I came close to the doors, and tried to listen in on the conversations.