ayase eli, the student council president of otonokizaka high school, has long been an outstanding student and a womanizer.
despite her popularity, she does not have anyone who understands her, except a certain green-eyed beauty, and she has been dri...
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𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 her mobile, glancing at the time briefly before turning it off again and placing it on a stool nearby. She brushes her long, dark blue hair into a loose ponytail cascading down her back, and takes up her bow.
“What are you doing at the dojō at this time of the day?”
Kaiyō’s at the dojō’s entrance, a pile of white towels in her arms. She hands one to Umi, who accepts graciously, laying it down on the stool next to her phone and water bottle.
“Just thinking,”
Umi mutters vaguely, raising her bow, concentrating on the targets that were spread evenly before her. She grabs an arrow from her quiver, slowly and steadily, calculatively, and rests it against the bow.
She pictures the faceless Fallen, remembers the way they had drawn the knife amongst teasingly across Kotori’s neck, and tenses, her grip tight on the arrow’s tail.
And she fires.
Would it be unwise? To help or not to help Eli?
She misses.
“What’s wrong?”
Kaiyō asks, having been watching the entire time as Umi sighs and picks up the twentieth arrow from the grass, having missed yet again.
This was unlike her.
Kaiyō repeats her question, slightly worried as to why her daughter kept mumbling under her breath as she drew the arrow.
