"Arm, breath, gaze, power, technique, stability."
Haruka Yuzan stood straight, fixing his eyes ahead, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, adjusting his breath. It felt wonderful, though it was still his first time; the familiar touch from his muscles and soul seemed to tell him,
he had been invincible for quite a while!
Well... okay, mediocre archery skills and theory were not enough to take that step, everything was just a middle school boy's fantasy after all!
"Eh? That's a big bow and arrow, where did you get it from?"
Not until now did Misaki Saki, who had been lounging in a rocking chair, notice the boy posing there. She pulled down her frog-eye glasses revealing her bright eyes,
"Haruka, are you preparing to go to a comic exhibition? Practicing your pose in advance?"
No sooner had she spoken than "whoosh", an arrow sliced through the sky, embedding itself straight into a cherry tree not far away.
