The glossed rain visits the earth.
Slender arrows part from the fingertips, watched by all members of the Tokyo University Kyudo Club, flying into the distance as if fated.
Uesugi Sakura put down the bamboo bow, and amidst the discussions of her classmates, sat back in the resting area.
The seniors carrying bows over two meters long began to whisper and discuss.
———This was his eightieth arrow in this round of shooting, and the target was crowded with green arrows.
"Isn't he the record holder of the hundred-arrow meet?" Seisa Takeshun put down the Japanese bow and sat beside Uesugi Sakura, "A hundred arrows, a hundred hits."
"Yes, I've participated once." Uesugi Sakura gazed absentmindedly at the familiar sight of rain outside the Kyudo Field.
"I always feel like you're amazing at everything you do, Senpai."
"Persevere, maybe you won't get as skilled as I am, but it's more than enough."
"..."
"May I ask you a question, Senpai?"
"Go ahead."
