[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-devZzZNk]Warakuma High, Front Entrance[/url]

	It didn’t take for the “conversation” to end, as Katsuro disengaged shortly after the interrupting phone call Sato had taken, and it was for the best. They were going nowhere fast and it only became increasingly more awkward as it went on. Katsuro excused himself and left with a farewell. Sato merely nodded in agreement and watched the boy walk away for a bit before returning to himself. There was [i]still[/i] nothing to do! There was that phone call he received from Mika though, and it seemed nobody in their circle really knew where Rokoru was at the moment. [i]The range![/i], Sato suddenly realized. He hadn’t been there for the short while Sato had been there but it was obvious that he would head there if there was nothing holding him back. After all, Rokoru had said he was busy [b]after[/b] practice was over.

	But, it didn’t seem right to go to the archery range just to idly talk to someone who was trying to focus on the shots they were taken, so Sato decided against heading there. There was still Mika herself to hang out with. She was one of the better archers in the club and was also a member since Day 1 back in their first year, and they were on good terms. If she was free as Sato assumed she was from the fact that she was looking around for Rokoru (her go-to friend), then maybe she could supply him with something to do!

	And with that, he took off with gusto to go find Mika Moriyama.

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[b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kLTl4DqGHE]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	The girl revealed her relief over the fact that he wasn’t upset over the events of Monday, though she also brushed off her horrendous shot as a result of being unfocused. Apparently [i]hitting the target[/i] was a milestone for Ueno, and that fact concerned Rokoru greatly. It was either going to take her a long time to catch up to everyone else or she needed a good instructor to help her out. She had turned down his offer, but he was determined to keep an eye on how she was doing and make sure that she did well!

	After he was done internally steeling himself for this long road ahead of them (with a glint in his eyes), Rokoru noticed a tragedy. Akira was there, pelting shots while looking like he was just going through the motions. Rokoru felt his hand clench around the bow he held. The people around them were gawking at Akira’s skill as an archer, muttering to others about “[i]how cool he was just then![/i]” and “[i]that last shot was an inch away from the center![/i]”. Four shots and one “miss”, though Rokoru knew that last shot was faulty on purpose. The thought of one-upping Akira crossed his mind, and Rokoru decided that was he was going to do. If he were to get five perfect bulls-eyes at the same distance, Akira would either have to admit that he messed up the last shot on purpose and look like he was making an excuse (and a cocky little shit) or admit that Rokoru was a better shot in some fashion, and whatever happened, it’d be [i]wonderful[/i].

	Rokoru readied his bow, arrow already cocked, and stared down the target at the end of the long range. He held the string back the appropriate distance and kept it there for a solid five seconds, feeling the muscles in his arm strain from the resistance. The arrow flew straight at a unnecessarily fast speed, lodging itself in the red dye of the bullseye. [i]A perfect shot.[/i] His lips resisted against the smirk that appears on his face as he loaded another arrow into his bow. He fired the same way twice more, both hitting the mark just like the first. Though, by that time, he felt the ache in his right arm. Holding the strong shot was getting to him due to the unusuality of the strength combined with the duration of the hold. It was going to fuck up the next two big time.

	The next arrow launched perfectly straight like the last, but the trajectory was off and instead it hit right next to one of the other arrows, hitting just outside of the red area. It was incredibly hard to notice that it wasn’t in the center from the distance he stood, but anybody that went over there would easily see how he messed up, and any other imperfections in the three shots prior that were impossible to see from the other end of the building. The last shot had to be better but his aim was starting to get shaky and the strength of his draw was weakening considerably after his previous absurdly-far-back arrows. Rokoru took a deep breath to calm his nerves and notched the fifth and final arrow, aiming it with precision. As he removed his fingers from the string, the arrow flew forward, shooting down the range with the last ounce of his ability, headed straight for the target. Except it [i]wasn’t the right target[/i], and the arrow lodged itself into the one just next to the correct target. It didn’t hit the bullseye, nor was it even near the center.

	Rokoru stared at it blankly, trying to figure out where he had went wrong. Had his focus on beating Akira gotten in the way of his shooting, or was he just fucking [i]retarded[/i]?!