There wasn't terribly much that Sasuke was exceptional in just yet, but he felt his bowmanship was fairly decent. Perhaps the only thing he might be grateful for from Itachi was that, and he was somewhat eager to show it to Yura. He was a bit hesitant about shooting at her, yet if she asked for it then surely she must be prepared, right? Even so... He'd barely even hunted with it, let alone shot at another person, and the notion of doing so unnerved him. Maybe they could just practice with dummies instead, to begin with at least, and then work their way up to it. Maybe she'd forget all about it too, he'd be okay with that.

She wanted to see his bow? Being one of the few things he owned he was a bit hesitant to hand it over, but after briefly considering it he did as he was asked. Watching as she scrutinized it he was satisfied that she found it to be good, and the arrows as well. He had always been told to be careful about the arrowheads, as firing them into too many things would dull them and make them ineffective. So far he seemed to be okay, but it was hard to say for how long that might last. Would Yura know? He hoped so, because he hadn't a clue how to sharpen arrows.

"Just... Pick a target?" Sasuke repeated, not exactly sounding overly certain. Glancing at a few striking dummies set up in the yard he eventually settled for the middle one, a few holes and slashes from his and Itachi's days of practicing out here. He was a bit nervous to put his ability on display, worrying maybe irrationally that it wouldn't be good enough. That was pushed aside quickly at the reminder that he was the last of his family, and in that he ought to have more confidence in himself. Father had always gone on about doing him and the others proud, and the little Uchiha wasn't doing that by standing here worrying. Maybe he was inexperienced, but he had to try showing Yura his best.

Taking aim, Sasuke aimed right at the throat of the dummy, hoping to get a "kill" shot on his first go, show off a little. After pulling the string taught he let the arrow fly, watching with baited breath as it went on target... And then missed. It skimmed the shoulder of the dummy and hit the wall behind it, embedding itself in the wood with a dull thud. Embarrassed and somewhat annoyed, he notched a second arrow and tried again, aiming for the same spot and letting his shot fly. This time around it landed, albeit more in the upper chest than the neck, but he still hit his mark. Letting out a soft sigh after the fact he glanced up at Yura curiously, wondering what she had to say for that.