[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrWjb2Dk85M]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url][/h3]

	As the crowd became more organized, a slightly familiar girl, her equipment slung onto her shoulder, approached Sato. He couldn’t really remember who she was or if he actually even knew her at all, but she seemed to remember him as she referred to him as “Vice Prez”. Sato broke away from the wall and stood next to her. He noted, as he straightened his posture, that she was just barely shorter than him. It seemed odd that something like that was one of his immediate thoughts upon one of his first meetings with this girl he apparently had met before.

	"Sorry if this is kinda a dumb question, but what's going on?" She asked, a pleasantly cheerful tone being used. Sato glanced over at Rokoru, who was busy shouting off things to people about whatever. He couldn’t actually here the older boy talking due to the increasing volume of those around him, but it didn’t feel important. Likely just talking to or about who’s going first. Sato rubbed the back of his neck before turning back his attention to the girl. Her face seemed so… Ueno! Saya Ueno, who was one of the new recruits.

	“[color=skyblue]Everybody got bored, so we decided to have a little tournament instead of just monotonously practicing today.[/color]” Sato gestured over to the people that were already starting, posing themselves with their bow and getting ready to shoot. “[color=skyblue]We already had a ‘preliminary’, but that’s just for fun and anyone who still wants to can participate in the real thing. Believe it or not, we’re actually giving out prizes to the top two winners.[/color]” He brushed his hands down his side until he found his pockets, shoving them inside as soon as his hands located them. His thoughts weren’t really organized for explaining what was going on and he took a moment to formulate what else he wanted to say. “[color=skyblue]Don’t worry about signing up or anything though; we just put everybody’s names on a list randomly and that’s how we decide match-ups. If you don’t want to join in just say so when Rokoru calls your name.[/color]”

	After a brief moment of silence, Sato pointed over to the line of members that were currently going. “[color=skyblue]And speaking of Rokoru, he’s going right now.[/color]” The club president stood in the middle of the line of five people. His jacket was thrown off, as he usually did, and he seemed to be wearing the same thing Sato had seen him wearing the previous day, exposing his bulky arms fully, shoulders included. Rokoru’s choice in that department was a little concerning as he had been covered in sweat when he stopped to talk to Sato, and there was no doubt that it had lead to an equally as drenched shirt. 

	Sato focused in on the older boy’s shot. It seemed lined up when he aimed, but it was off when he fired. The arrow lodged itself half-way between the center and the outside, which wasn’t [i]that[/i] bad. Unfortunately the next shot was a little worse, and Sato predicted it. Rokoru’s stance was all wrong and the second arrow landed in the most-outer quarter of the target. Looking around quickly, the others hadn’t done much better, besides one guy who did pretty decently. Not a strong group to start off with. Though, one would’ve expected that Rokoru Ishiara, head of the Archery Club, would’ve done a little better than that. It wasn’t hard for Sato to guess what had the boy so distracted.

	“[color=skyblue]Not bad for your senpai,[/color]” Sato commented (in an almost joking tone) to Ueno. Almost immediately after the five archers cleared from the front of the crowd, Rokoru’s voice called out from the back of the room in the loudest volume the teen usually mustered. 

	“Next up is… Ibuki Watanabe, Shota Fujiwari, Hitomi Yamazaki, Rento Nakai, and Saya Ueno.” 

At the call of her name, Sato lightly bumped her shoulder with a closed fist. “[color=skyblue]Just go up to the front, shoot two arrows as accurately as you can, and hope everyone else sucks.[/color]” He tried to say it in an encouraging voice, but Sato decided the words sounded better in his head. ‘Hope everyone else sucks’ doesn’t sound as good as ‘Hope you’re better than everyone else’, in hindsight.