Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 2, 2015 7:45:31 GMT -5
Katsumi wasn't one to take her bow to school. Despite wishing to be as guarded as possible, and feeling safest with her ranged weapon, she would rather go without it at the school. It was more trouble trying to keep it hidden. But there was a range here, Katsumi discovered, and she had gotten permission to practice on it when she made an inquiry.
Standing out on the field, the disguised rogue had her hood up, and she stared at the targets in silence. Removing a few arrows from her back, chocolate hues set upon the first, and she inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Upon the exhale, the lids fluttered open and with haste the archer fired her shot. Hitting the bulls-eye, Katsumi quickly changed targets and fired again. This one was the shape of a man, and the arrow pierced the neck, and another hit the head. As she turned yet again, the rogue removed an arrow and shot at the chest of another straw target.
Taking no more than a moment's pause, the assassin moved down the field, steps light and swift. Perhaps faster still were her shots made at the other targets she had prepared, scattered across the field, all at various distances. Katsumi only stopped when she ran out of arrows, and a soft sigh fell from her lips. Wiping the light sweat from her brow, her chocolate hues took in her 'carnage'. No arrows missed the dummies, and most made the exact marks she had intended, with a few arrows hitting shoulders or non-fatal spots. At those, she internally scolded herself, most certainly harsher than she should have, and the disguised, petite girl plopped onto the grassy field. Cross-legged, Katsumi set aside her compound bow and leaned forward, head in her hands.
"There is no room for even a single failure," she muttered to herself, throat restricting as the words came out. Katsumi half-expected a beating for the minuscule 'failures', but the only one she received was from herself, as her mind reeled back to her past (the current pressures from then overwhelming her) and distanced herself in that moment from the present.
Standing out on the field, the disguised rogue had her hood up, and she stared at the targets in silence. Removing a few arrows from her back, chocolate hues set upon the first, and she inhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Upon the exhale, the lids fluttered open and with haste the archer fired her shot. Hitting the bulls-eye, Katsumi quickly changed targets and fired again. This one was the shape of a man, and the arrow pierced the neck, and another hit the head. As she turned yet again, the rogue removed an arrow and shot at the chest of another straw target.
Taking no more than a moment's pause, the assassin moved down the field, steps light and swift. Perhaps faster still were her shots made at the other targets she had prepared, scattered across the field, all at various distances. Katsumi only stopped when she ran out of arrows, and a soft sigh fell from her lips. Wiping the light sweat from her brow, her chocolate hues took in her 'carnage'. No arrows missed the dummies, and most made the exact marks she had intended, with a few arrows hitting shoulders or non-fatal spots. At those, she internally scolded herself, most certainly harsher than she should have, and the disguised, petite girl plopped onto the grassy field. Cross-legged, Katsumi set aside her compound bow and leaned forward, head in her hands.
"There is no room for even a single failure," she muttered to herself, throat restricting as the words came out. Katsumi half-expected a beating for the minuscule 'failures', but the only one she received was from herself, as her mind reeled back to her past (the current pressures from then overwhelming her) and distanced herself in that moment from the present.
