Given the choice between joining Yura and staying here alone, the decision was an obvious one. Sasuke had spent plenty of time by himself as of late, and the opportunity to change that was too good to pass up. Yet as he approached the woman she stopped him for some reason, etching a look of confusion on the young Uchiha's face. Had he done something wrong? For a second it looked like she might not let him tag along after all, yet a smile soon after quickly relinquished him of that fear.

"Oh... Okay, I can do that," Sasuke responded, giving a nod before glancing back at his quiver. The arrows certainly were a bit worn, even the better ones were showing sign of wear and tear. It had been quite some time since he'd worked on them, Itachi usually had been the one to do so and, well, he wasn't now. If Yura was willing to help him in that regard, then all the better.

Watching as Yura returned to the house, Sasuke let out a sigh and stepped back onto the grass, placing himself before the far right target this time. He was going to be sore by the end of this, and tomorrow at the academy was likely going to be tough, but he was keen on getting down this technique. Though he already excelled compared to other students he didn't take nearly as much pride in that as he did this; using a bow was something wholly his own, and sentimental value aside he felt it made him stand out. 

Notching one of the good arrows and placing it on the drawstring, Sasuke let his shots go off in steady succession, doing so mechanically. That was another thing that was nice about archery, he could do it and almost go to his own world for a little while. While he was shooting there was little else but him and his target, now if only he could just hit the darn thing...