A 
general who had gone out to battle was unable to stave off defeat when the God
of the Target appeared to join his ranks and turned the tables on the enemy.
Thereupon, the general kowtowed to the God and asked his name.

"I am the God of the Target."
"What have I done, my God, to deserve your assistance?"
"I've always been grateful to you," replied the God of the
Target, " because in the old days when you were practicing archery on the
drilling ground, you never once hit me with your arrows."