Archery wasn't something Sasuke had mastered by any stretch, but he found it to be enjoyable. Even now when things were so dim he was able to appreciate it some, even if he had missed his mark. Sharpshooting it was not, he'd have to practice a fair lot more if he hoped to be as accurate as he wished. Looking to Yura for feedback, he stood still while she came over and began moving his body into position, finding the way she left him feeling rather unusual. According to her though this was how he ought to fire, and it was certainly different from the relaxed stance he generally took.

"Just relax my fingers...? Um... Okay then." He was used to letting go and dropping his arms, but apparently that wasn't right either. He might do better just now if Itachi had ever instructed him properly, as much of what he knew now was self taught. Yura knew better than he did though, he'd do as he was told and hopefully see results for it. Aiming again at the target's neck, Sasuke took a moment to ensure he was on target, exhaling silently and letting his first shot fly. By reflex he'd pulled his arm down again while firing, causing the arrow to sail up slightly and slash across the dummy's jaw instead, slamming again into the wall behind it. Not willing to give up, he readied another, and another, letting every last one fire off in how he'd been told.

When the quiver was empty and all arrows exhausted, Sasuke could definitely tell the difference in technique. He'd not hit any more targets than he normally would, probably due to the different style, but the few he did were far more spot on. There was no arguing that Yura's technique was better, and more taxing; he'd only fired off a handful of arrows, yet his arm was burning from keeping the stance and straining to hold the string back. It was going to take a lot of practice without a doubt, yet he'd manage it, he had to. Archery was one of the few things he still considered to survive from his family, and doing it in some ways helped to relieve some of those memories, and he never wanted to forget those.

"That... Wasn't so bad..." Sasuke said, trying to dismiss his sore arm despite giving it an obvious rubbing. Carrying the bow in one hand he went to the wall and began fetching his arrows, having to either get on his toes or jump to get the higher ones. Two of the heads were somewhat dulled from hitting the wall, but otherwise they were unscathed. With every arrow placed in the sheath he returned to Yura's side, again giving her a curious look. "Uh... I don't think target practice would be a good idea..." he mumbled, his eyes looking away as he frowned, "I might miss and hurt you..."