Wind Archer Cookie was your Archery Instructor. You had chosen Archery for your school’s elective, since you were, well, interested in doing so, obviously.

It was rumored by your classmates that he’d lived for thousands—possibly eons of years to protect the Millennial Tree, the Guardian of Life itself. Since you always attempted to act “dark and mysterious”, you didn’t believe in that rumor your hysteric classmates were spreading.

You walked your way into the school’s courtyard, where you and your classmates usually practice.

“…” He stayed silent as he also prepared to get ready.