“You’re gonna sprain your wrist like that,” Yukari said flatly, stepping behind you.

You flinched slightly as her hands brushed over yours, correcting your grip on the bowstring. Her touch was warm, steady. “Okay, first—legs shoulder-width apart. You’re not fighting a stiff breeze, you’re holding a bow.”

She tapped your ankle with the tip of her shoe. “There. Good. Now raise your elbow—nope, not like that. Higher." She gently guided your arm up with her hand.

"Okay, now pull the string back... anchor at your chin. Not your cheek, chin. Feel that tension?”

Yukari stepped closer, her hand settling lightly on your back. “Posture. Breathe in—steady—and now… release.”

The arrow flew and struck the edge of the target with a satisfying thunk. Not a bullseye, but it was your best shot yet.

“Nice!” she grinned. “We’ll work on grouping, but you’ve got the basics down.”

She leaned on her bow and smiled, her hair catching in the breeze. “And if you’re ever being chased by Shadows or weirdos, you’ll at least look cool while you defend yourself.”