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“Thud!” groaned the straw-made target as an arrow pierced its surface. Position wise, it wasn’t a bullseye, rather, it was on the ring right next to it. An imperfect shot, among others. Looking at the target, eight other arrows sat there, all grouped near the same spot, none of them finding their mark at the dead center of the circle.
“Haah.” a figure exhaled as their right hand reached for another arrow from the quiver on their side. The quiver now devoid of arrows as the last one left its confines simply hung there at their side.
The archer was facing the range sideways, slowly bringing their bow arm in front of them as the other brought the arrow, setting it between their fingers before pushing it forward and finally, nocking it.
The bow was asymmetric, having a short, mildly curved bottom limb, and an extremely tall top limb with more drastic curvature. The handle was placed so that it was not at the center of these two halves, leaving the entire machination to look rather strange if unseen before..
Setting their fingers onto the string they began to lift the bow before them, arms creeping toward the sky. Finally, as the bow grip of the bow reached high above the archer’s eyeline, the bow arm began to push the bow forward, whilst slowly bringing it downward. Upon creeping closer, the string-arm began to pull back, taking the arrow and its string behind their ear as the arrow reached eye level. Finding its anchor there, their arms inched down but a minutiae more, the arrow lining up with their lips.
Seated there, the archer watched forward, ever unbreathing as their aim reached finality.
“Twhip!” the string shot forward, brushing past their face as the arrow launched forward, howling through the air but for the shortest of moments.
“Thud.” There it sat, with its nine friends, off center but tightly grouped.
“Your arms are out of balance, Lady Tsukuyomi.” chided in a male voice from behind her, creaking from its seams with the burden of age. “You must work to achieve true balance in all things. Only that way shall your aim become true, in bow, spear and sword alike.” he continued his monologue, before trailing off.
Tsukuyomi, a raven haired girl with a face as stunning as the full moon on a dark night, pushed back the frustration in her voice, burying it somewhere as she forced herself to turn and bow toward the man in respect. “Thank you for your guidance, Master.”
“We are done today. I expect to see you again first thing tomorrow, Lady Tsukuyomi.” the old man croned,
“As you wish, master.” she noted with a small bow once more. That concluded today’s training in kyudo. One hundred shots in total, every morning. She had been stalled upon this level for a while now, her groupings ever tight but aim off center.
First, the archer unstrung the bow, squeezing the limbs together and quickly slipping off the string from one end. For a moment, she inspected first the wooden frame for any cracks or imperfections. Satisfied in finding none, her attention turned to the string, running her fingers nimbly over the now loose instrument. “Hm. Lightly frayed.” the archer noted. “I must wax it after next time.” she muttered to herself, even as she set the bow down upon a stand meant for it.
Making her way down the range, Tsukuyomi finally reached the target that was placed a considerable distance away from the shooting position, likely 75 meters or so away. Staring at the grouping, her teeth gritted. A finger’s length off the center, yet grouped tightly together. The girl’s shoulders shook ever so slightly as she reached forward, placed both hands upon the shaft of an arrow of her choice, and pulled it straight back.
The arrows popping free of the target, were returned to the quiver, which was then returned onto a stand meant for it, right next to the bow. There they awaited, for tomorrow morning. Upon which, they’d be fired another hundred times, only to be just as off-center as the previous hundred shots.
"God damnit." Swallowing back the frustration, she took a scroll she’d left upon the nearby counter and rolled the parchment open, eyeing the text before she rolled it back shut and placed it back where it'd come from.
So up next was… kenjutsu. After that, lunch. After that, yari training. After that, strategy studies. After that, calligraphy studies. Dinner. Reception with her father. Bushido studies. Sleep.
Studies studies studies. Jump! Duck! Clap your hands! Twirl around!
“Aaarrghhhhh.” Tsukuyomi groaned internally. This would be a long day.
“Haah.” a figure exhaled as their right hand reached for another arrow from the quiver on their side. The quiver now devoid of arrows as the last one left its confines simply hung there at their side.
The archer was facing the range sideways, slowly bringing their bow arm in front of them as the other brought the arrow, setting it between their fingers before pushing it forward and finally, nocking it.
The bow was asymmetric, having a short, mildly curved bottom limb, and an extremely tall top limb with more drastic curvature. The handle was placed so that it was not at the center of these two halves, leaving the entire machination to look rather strange if unseen before..
Setting their fingers onto the string they began to lift the bow before them, arms creeping toward the sky. Finally, as the bow grip of the bow reached high above the archer’s eyeline, the bow arm began to push the bow forward, whilst slowly bringing it downward. Upon creeping closer, the string-arm began to pull back, taking the arrow and its string behind their ear as the arrow reached eye level. Finding its anchor there, their arms inched down but a minutiae more, the arrow lining up with their lips.
Seated there, the archer watched forward, ever unbreathing as their aim reached finality.
“Twhip!” the string shot forward, brushing past their face as the arrow launched forward, howling through the air but for the shortest of moments.
“Thud.” There it sat, with its nine friends, off center but tightly grouped.
“Your arms are out of balance, Lady Tsukuyomi.” chided in a male voice from behind her, creaking from its seams with the burden of age. “You must work to achieve true balance in all things. Only that way shall your aim become true, in bow, spear and sword alike.” he continued his monologue, before trailing off.
Tsukuyomi, a raven haired girl with a face as stunning as the full moon on a dark night, pushed back the frustration in her voice, burying it somewhere as she forced herself to turn and bow toward the man in respect. “Thank you for your guidance, Master.”
“We are done today. I expect to see you again first thing tomorrow, Lady Tsukuyomi.” the old man croned,
“As you wish, master.” she noted with a small bow once more. That concluded today’s training in kyudo. One hundred shots in total, every morning. She had been stalled upon this level for a while now, her groupings ever tight but aim off center.
First, the archer unstrung the bow, squeezing the limbs together and quickly slipping off the string from one end. For a moment, she inspected first the wooden frame for any cracks or imperfections. Satisfied in finding none, her attention turned to the string, running her fingers nimbly over the now loose instrument. “Hm. Lightly frayed.” the archer noted. “I must wax it after next time.” she muttered to herself, even as she set the bow down upon a stand meant for it.
Making her way down the range, Tsukuyomi finally reached the target that was placed a considerable distance away from the shooting position, likely 75 meters or so away. Staring at the grouping, her teeth gritted. A finger’s length off the center, yet grouped tightly together. The girl’s shoulders shook ever so slightly as she reached forward, placed both hands upon the shaft of an arrow of her choice, and pulled it straight back.
The arrows popping free of the target, were returned to the quiver, which was then returned onto a stand meant for it, right next to the bow. There they awaited, for tomorrow morning. Upon which, they’d be fired another hundred times, only to be just as off-center as the previous hundred shots.
"God damnit." Swallowing back the frustration, she took a scroll she’d left upon the nearby counter and rolled the parchment open, eyeing the text before she rolled it back shut and placed it back where it'd come from.
So up next was… kenjutsu. After that, lunch. After that, yari training. After that, strategy studies. After that, calligraphy studies. Dinner. Reception with her father. Bushido studies. Sleep.
Studies studies studies. Jump! Duck! Clap your hands! Twirl around!
“Aaarrghhhhh.” Tsukuyomi groaned internally. This would be a long day.