Clouds lazily drifted through the sunny sky as Minase Hideaki cleaned the archery dojo he cherished so very much. As captain, he'd dismissed the rest of the members early and insisted they go home to prepare for the festival, leaving the bowman to his own devices in the vast expanse of the empty room. It was almost soothing, in a way. No need for pretenses or facades here. Just him and the sounds of nature. [i]'It really is a nice day for a festival,'[/i] the blue-haired youth mused, small smile on his face as he put away the relevant gear and prepared to head back home, [i]'Hopefully it doesn't rain or anything tonight.'[/i]

Hideaki placed a hand on the range's sliding door, preparing to close it before retracting his hold. Nobody would mind if he took a few more shots at the straw targets. It was fine, he was still in dress and the one cleaning up after all. The half-Japanese young man opened the equipment locker and took a yumi as well as about nine carbon-fiber arrows. He walked to the edge of the range. Footing, body, aim, raise, nock - Hideaki paused on that step before reaching for two more arrows, nocking all three of them at once on a whim - draw, release, meditate, repeat three more times. Nine shots, nine hits. That went better than planned. The shooter crossed the range, plucked his arrows from the target, and returned his gear to storage after doing the necessary cleaning and maintenance. Now finished with his business here, the archery ace slid the doors closed on both ends, locking them up for the night.  The kyudo captain sat in the center of the dojo and ran through his mental checklist. Bows were safely maintained and stored, range doors closed and locked, floors cleaned, etc... Seemed everything was all well and done here. Now he could head home and make the necessary preparations for the festival later that night. 

Speaking of plans, though Hideaki could be considered a pretty well-known guy amongst his school's social circles, he hadn't made any socially-inclined ones for tonight. He owed the student council president a favor after all, and he wasn't going to let her cash in on her own terms. Besides, anything that upped his club's chances for additional funding was very much appreciated. Not that it was wholly necessary, considering the president would probably be inclined to help financial if he asked nicely. She was not a psychopath drunk on her own power - so far, at least. But you never knew what people were like underneath all the masks. He shouldn't be thinking bad about his peers though. It wasn't acceptable of him. Business at the dojo finished, Hideaki locked up the entrance with his keys and went on his merry way.