1 The Lone Bowman [Open|NK] Wed Nov 15, 2017 12:10 pm
Kodokuna
D-rank
There wasn't much to say about the village hidden in the rock, other than the fact that it was a solid place for people to gather and worry not of the dangers that could befall them. Stones, rocks, boulders, everywhere the eye could see! There was a place near the gates that a lone bowman liked to frequent, finding the peace almost too good to pass up. There were multiple targets set up around a long fence, with targets painted on them. Many of them were cracked or splintered, due to many times of being used. Metal cans, archery targets that had seen better days, even logs counted themselves among the slew of practice targets that had seen quite a few arrows in their day.
There was a boy, older than eighteen standing alone with a quiver about his back, the quiver full of arrows. He held a blue-green long bow in his hands, the weapon being nearly three or four feet in height. It was quite the large weapon and definitely made for range. He stood around fifteen meters out from his targets, studying them carefully. His eyesight was great, but seeing that far was incredibly hard for him without the use of a jutsu. Still, with a nod to his bow, he lifted it up and drew an arrow from his quiver. With practiced certainty, the bow was drawn back with the aim adjusted for the wind speed and direction, as well as for the distance to the target. Without a sound, he loosed the arrow, watching it fly into a log just barely missing the center. With a sigh, he shook his head and lifted his bow, speaking.
"I dunno, Sudoroi, I feel like i could be doing better but when I used to practice in the compound the targets were only ten meters away, I know I'm supposed to get better but what exactly is going to make me better if I can't hit my targets dead on?"
As if in his mind, a voice spoke to him, one that only he could hear. "Listen young one, you must be sure to properly gauge all factors of a shot before taking it. As you improve, so will I, your marksmanship will get better. Give it time. A sigh from the lad and his right hand clenched and unclenched, making ready for a long day of practice and training. His decorative samurai armor piece hit the sunlight just right, the brown and red of it blending with the environment. Every day he painted it to match where he was, just as his clothing had reds and browns to match the dirt and rocks about.
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There was a boy, older than eighteen standing alone with a quiver about his back, the quiver full of arrows. He held a blue-green long bow in his hands, the weapon being nearly three or four feet in height. It was quite the large weapon and definitely made for range. He stood around fifteen meters out from his targets, studying them carefully. His eyesight was great, but seeing that far was incredibly hard for him without the use of a jutsu. Still, with a nod to his bow, he lifted it up and drew an arrow from his quiver. With practiced certainty, the bow was drawn back with the aim adjusted for the wind speed and direction, as well as for the distance to the target. Without a sound, he loosed the arrow, watching it fly into a log just barely missing the center. With a sigh, he shook his head and lifted his bow, speaking.
"I dunno, Sudoroi, I feel like i could be doing better but when I used to practice in the compound the targets were only ten meters away, I know I'm supposed to get better but what exactly is going to make me better if I can't hit my targets dead on?"
As if in his mind, a voice spoke to him, one that only he could hear. "Listen young one, you must be sure to properly gauge all factors of a shot before taking it. As you improve, so will I, your marksmanship will get better. Give it time. A sigh from the lad and his right hand clenched and unclenched, making ready for a long day of practice and training. His decorative samurai armor piece hit the sunlight just right, the brown and red of it blending with the environment. Every day he painted it to match where he was, just as his clothing had reds and browns to match the dirt and rocks about.
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