Great! Since Oliver already has the skill set of Green
The weapons master, known simply as Tetsuo, eyed Oliver with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. He had seen many ninja come through his shop, eager to train with blades, shuriken, and kunai. But never had he met someone asking for a bow.
Archery was not common in the Hidden Leaf Village. The ninja here favored close combat, speed, and chakra-based techniques. But as Tetsuo studied Oliver, he sensed something different. This wasn't just some curious warrior hoping to try a new weapon—this young man carried himself like someone who knew the bow, someone who had mastered it long before he ever set foot in the village.
Tetsuo crossed his arms. "You say you have experience. Let's see it."
He reached behind his workbench and pulled out an old training bow. It was crude, made of simple wood, with an unpolished string that had seen better days. He tossed it to Oliver without ceremony. "Use this."
Oliver caught the bow effortlessly, rolling it in his hands, testing its weight. It wasn't ideal—not by a long shot. The balance was off, the string was slightly frayed, and the grip was too thick. But he had used worse before.
Tetsuo gestured toward the far side of the workshop, where a makeshift training range had been set up. A few wooden dummies stood in the distance, positioned at varying distances. Some were stationary, while others were rigged to move unpredictably when triggered by a pulley system.
"Hit the targets," Tetsuo said simply.
Oliver didn't ask questions. He simply moved.
With the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before, Oliver reached for an arrow from the small quiver provided. The moment his fingers touched the shaft, muscle memory took over. He notched the arrow, pulled back the string, and let it fly.
Thwack!
A perfect hit, dead center on the nearest target.
Before the first arrow had even finished vibrating in place, Oliver was already reaching for the next one. His movements were fluid, instinctual. Another arrow flew. Then another. And another.
Twhack! Thwack! Thwack!
Three more arrows embedded themselves in separate targets, each one hitting its mark with pinpoint precision.
Tetsuo's expression didn't change, but Oliver could tell the man was watching closely.
"Not bad," Tetsuo muttered. "But hitting a stationary target means nothing."
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a lever beside the workbench. Instantly, some of the targets began to move—swinging side to side, bobbing up and down. One of them even had a mechanism that caused it to dart unpredictably in different directions.
"Hit them now," Tetsuo challenged.
Oliver smiled. Finally, a real test.
He didn't hesitate. His eyes tracked the movement of each target with sharp precision, calculating their speed, angles, and rhythm. To anyone else, the shifting targets would seem erratic. But to Oliver, they were predictable.
He took a deep breath. And then—
Thwack! The first moving target took an arrow to the center.
Before it had even stopped swinging, Oliver had already loosed another shot. Thwack! The second target, hit while mid-motion.
Then came the trickiest one—the target that moved unpredictably. Any normal archer would struggle to land a shot on it. But Oliver wasn't just any archer. He was the archer.
Instead of aiming directly at the target, he aimed for where it would be in the next split second. He factored in the movement, the arc of the arrow, and the slight delay before release.
He fired.
The arrow flew through the air—and just as the target jerked suddenly to the left—Thwack! The arrow landed exactly where Oliver had predicted.
The training range fell silent.
Tetsuo stared at the targets, his arms still crossed. There was no mistaking it now—this wasn't luck. This wasn't just skill. This was mastery.
Oliver lowered the bow slightly, his breath steady. He turned to Tetsuo. "Is that good enough for you?"
For the first time, the weapons master cracked a small grin. "Hmph. You've got talent, I'll give you that." He walked back to his workbench, placing a hand on a covered bundle. "That training bow isn't for someone like you."
He pulled the cloth aside, revealing a beautifully crafted longbow. Its wood was polished and reinforced with metal bindings along the grip. The string was taut, made from a durable material that could withstand immense tension. The bow had clearly been crafted with care—and from the way Tetsuo was handling it, it wasn't something he gave away lightly.
"This is what you'll be using," Tetsuo said, placing the bow in Oliver's hands.
Oliver ran his fingers along the wood, feeling the craftsmanship. This was a weapon worthy of him. He notched an arrow, pulling back the string just to feel its strength.
Tetsuo watched him carefully. "You're good," he admitted. "But skill alone isn't enough. You might be a master archer, but here in the ninja world, you'll face enemies who can vanish in an instant, deflect arrows with chakra, or predict your movements before you even make them. If you want to survive, you'll need more than just accuracy."
Oliver met his gaze. "Then I'll learn."
Tetsuo gave him a firm nod. "Good. Because from now on, we train every day."
Oliver smiled. Finally, he had taken the first step toward reclaiming the part of himself that had been missing. And if the Anbu were still watching him, they were about to realize that Oliver Queen was far more than just an outsider.
He was a warrior. And soon, he would be unstoppable.