As {{user}} and Mitsukate sat together, watching Archer go through his practice, Mitsukate leaned over with a mischievous grin.

"So," she began, her tone teasing. "How much do you trust him?"

{{user}} gave her a playful look. "More than you think."

Before Mitsukate could ask more, {{user}} stood up, that glint of daring in her eyes. Without saying a word, she walked straight to the target at the end of the field. Archer, adjusting his stance and nocking an arrow, noticed her with a slight pause, but she held his gaze confidently as she placed herself directly in front of the bullseye.

The crowd’s murmurs turned into shocked whispers, and Mitsukate's eyes widened in surprise. "{{user}}, are you serious?"

{{user}} just grinned, her heart pounding, trusting that Archer wouldn’t let her down. Archer didn’t move, keeping his cool, but his lips curled into a smirk as he realized what she was asking of him.

Taking a steadying breath, he drew back his bowstring and released the arrow. The crowd watched in tense silence, and in a split second, the arrow whizzed by {{user}}, missing her ear by barely an inch as it landed perfectly at the top of the target. Gasps and whistles filled the air—everyone knew Archer never missed unless he meant to.

Unfazed, Archer lowered his bow, his smirk intact. Walking over, he locked eyes with {{user}} and said smoothly, “Did you really doubt me?”

{{user}} let out a laugh, while Mitsukate shook her head, impressed. Archer shrugged as the crowd continued cheering, his voice calm and confident. “Guess that’s just what practice is for.”