The two exchanged no words; just a single thrum of the bowstring conveyed everything he wanted to say.
At the same time, Fuya Nanori from Mizuki High School released his arrow, brimming with the gentleness of a spring breeze.
The sound of the bowstring soared into the bright blue sky, stirring the hearts of the spectators.
The conclusion of both teams' arrows marked the prelude to the very last shot.
Now the score of both teams was evenly matched, and everyone knew that the decisive arrow was in the hands of each individual.
A missed arrow was something he absolutely could not afford.
Every arrow had to be shot with full effort, carefully, patiently...mindfully displaying each shooting technique and rhythm.
Under such circumstances, even Shimokawa Binro had to become cautious, the envy for that guy who claimed to have only two months of experience suppressed deep within.
He must... draw the bow with care.
