[ He turns towards the tree, aims, and then fires off a shot. It hits the tree a bit lower than he wanted it to. With a frown, he adjusts his aiming a bit, then fires again. Still a bit off. The next three shots, however, are dead on in the middle of the tree. ]
[Naruhodou doesn't seem bothered his first shots were off. The fact he hit the tree every time was already impressive enough.] Amazing. . .[And cool.] and you haven't been practicing either, right?
[ He lowers the bow, examining the tree carefully. It wasn't his best performance, but he had always been relatively consistent when standing still, at least. ]
[He hums quietly.] All right. [He nudges Asougi so he could stand where he was.] Help me with my stance then. [Confidence will just have to come with time, and sword training is out the window.]
(Back straight, shoulders squared. . .) [ Should be simple stuff, but he's repeating it in his mind anyway to make sure he's doing this right. The result is him standing like a stiff tree.]
[Oh.] . . .It's fine. [Eventhough his cheeks are going red. It was actually helping to keep him out of his head, and he was making adjustments more quickly. Anytime his stance seem off, Asougi was right there to fix it.] Better?
[He tightens his hold on the bowstring, eyes forward on the target. He lets loose, the arrow scrapping the arrows that were already in the tree, but he manages to land a hit. It wasn't quite dead center, but it was close.]
[He nods. The second arrow will land a hit, and another. They all still keep missing the mark though. The fourth one brings the same result, but Naruhodou will suddenly jerk his head back. For just a second, his vision went dark as he puts his hand over his eyes.]
I- [He shakes his head. He's not in pain, just that he couldn't see anything for some reason. He blinks several times until his vision slowly returns.] I don't know? [He puts his hand over his eyes again.] Everything went dark all of the sudden.
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[ He lowers the bow, examining the tree carefully. It wasn't his best performance, but he had always been relatively consistent when standing still, at least. ]
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You need to keep your back straight, first and foremost. Shoulders squared, eyes straight forward.
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. . . Tell me if this is too distracting.
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[ He smiles softly, staying there. ]
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[ He stays where he is, fingers still curled around his arm and all. ]
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[ He leans in, concerned. ]
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[ He squeezes at his arm gently before sliding his hand back, resting it on his shoulder again. ]
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