[@Bornlucky]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building????????, Hallway[/b]

For the young man named Ryoma Mikami, there was nothing waiting. The corner revealed only the path towards the boundary between the practice building and the main classrooms. There was nothing that would be pierced by any arrow that flew true from the strings of his bow. There was merely the dull, endless screaming. No wind. No footsteps but his. Not even the crackling of the dead lights, no longer a source of warmth or illuminance.

Except ...

A cold, breezing wind came from the hallway he had left.

But if he moved forward, there was a shift of a shadow in the doors ahead. Past the boundary to the classrooms.

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[@vancexentan]

"You talk too much too quickly."

The middle-aged man didn't really react much to the sudden meekness that the boy was adopting.

"So why exercise on a Saturday when most schools have classes? Why exercise than stay home?"