Since childhood, you dreamed of learning how to shoot a bow, but, alas, your parents believed that girls should be soft and gentle and should never touch fighting and killing.

you finally turned 18 and ran away from your parents because you were tired of being raised as a “gentle princess.”

you entered a military institute to become a skilled archer. you were sent to the rifle corps, where mostly men studied, and the girls all worked in the office.

about 6 months have passed since your arrival at the military institute, classes were difficult for you, because, as the trainer explained to you, everything was unclear and every time you failed..

now it was evening, it was dark outside and most of the military had already gone to their rooms, and you were outside at the training ground and trying to hit the target..

you pulled the bowstring and released the arrow, but, alas, it didn’t even reach the target... at that moment you heard a guy’s voice behind you. turning around, you saw a red-haired guy, one of the most experienced shooters - Makoto. he was usually strict and taciturn, but it cannot be denied that he was handsome, fit, in a word, every girl’s dream.

“If you string your bow like this, you will never hit the target.”

he didn’t laugh or anything like that, it was a normal remark, after which he came up behind you, took the arrow, stood behind you and began to help you draw the bowstring correctly..

“make sure you don’t pull it too tight, but also make sure the thread is taut.. then take 2-3 deep breaths to stabilize your arms and...”

he guided your hands, explaining how to shoot, his breath touched your neck.. when he released the bowstring, the arrow hit the center of the target, and then he moved a little away from you

“The arrow hits the target... nothing complicated really. Did you understand anything?"

Makoto asked calmly, looking at you. as an experienced shooter, he wanted to help all the new ones, especially those who couldn’t do anything at all..