Spring breezes were gentle, the night cherry blossoms spectacular, the moonlight pleasing, and the courtyard mystical.
It should have been a scene quite suitable for lovers to exchange heartfelt words under the moonlight, while tenderly whispering in each other's ears.
But in this archery dojo, Lu Ban always felt that something was amiss.
"Your shooting is very accurate,"
Lu Ban complimented, but then felt that praising her was a bit redundant. He had witnessed the Chief Priestess's might, able to shoot an arrow thousands of miles away while sitting at the Great Shrine of Harmony Island; in comparison, the current archery felt like child's play.
"Thank you."
Amber glanced at Lu Ban, standing still with her bow in hand, yet not shooting any more arrows, nor showing any intention of doing so.
"The essence of Kyudo lies in the heart; if the heart cannot be calm, it's impossible to hit the target."
She spoke, her tone nonchalant, as if reciting a Japanese poem.
