Concealed Talent

With an arrow in hand, you can shoot down the Heavenly Wolf.

When Zhe Tao was thirteen, his parents died on the road as they fled famine. He moved into a dilapidated temple with a leaky roof, hauling cargo at the docks by day for a bowl of watery gruel, then drawing an imaginary bowstring five hundred times each night. The elm bow was the only thing his father had left him. Its limbs were cracked and its string was broken, as battered as his life.

Then an old man with only three fingers appeared.