The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
10. The Arrow's Destination
The first son took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, then looked at Ryuji with concern about the identity of the pale boy before him after injuring the Fusae family's butler, although only the fight that has been given the freedom to release spiritual abilities and the condition of a drop of blood to stop the game but still unsettling. While the attention shows only ordinary reactions, occasionally hissing when the wound is accidentally touched by cotton, and friends of the Healing Tribe brought by Yuka are getting clumsy because they feel they made a fatal mistake.
“You press harder is also okay, it's his own fault even received an attack,” grumbled Yuka beside Yashuhiro, scissored and put on his irritated face.
“You're worried about me?” Ryuji turned his head, looking straight at the female netra who immediately turned towards the male next to him.
Yashuhiro laughed at the girl by his side starting to twist the fabric of his clothes. Feeling anxious he hugged his sister so tightly that a cry for help was heard to be released.
Scratch wounds from Fusae Katsuo's trident have been treated, Mika revises her medical supplies, in the midst of the harmony of her friend's family longing for her brother. Usually when the sun goes to the contest as it is today, his brother just returned from the field carrying grilled yams and fish caught before going home, and it became a habit. If only he was not sad because his brother came home late at night and forgot to bring fish, his brother would not go out, and ended up being a prisoner. The petite-looking girl with hair along the elbow sighed.
For a moment Ryuji observed Mika's brown-shaded nelangsa eyes, then his attention turned to the arrival of a woman with a protruding belly. The woman from the healing tribe was about to leave because of a guest, and she had no right to remain there, or was actually envious of the warm nuances of the Kazuya family.
“Fixed here,” asked Ryuji, and Mika could not to disobey orders from nobles. He lowered his head to agree, choosing to stand a distance away so as not to interfere with the conversation.
A woman of Yashuhiro's fiancee looked down respectfully. “I say hello to Young Master Kazuya, may happiness always be bestowed on the whole family.”
The arrow shot, stuck not at the target point, the archer sighed. The left hand is a bit uncomfortable holding the bow algae, but it remains stubborn to hold it. A flash of memory of the last words of the youngest daughter of Great Lord Arisu had ignited the fire in her heart.
“You, can't do anything. Your family has dumped you.”
As a trigger to prove to everyone that he can do anything without the presence of family. He is not banished, he is only sent to become an independent person, and can protect himself. Or it is an expression to convince yourself because it feels abandoned.
“Hotaru, dammit!” the arrow shot back with swearing. Again not on target, Yuka bowed listlessly. Looking at the wound on his palm, no one knew.
For him to tell anything it is not necessary, like his wound, and later to be treated with worry is very troublesome to explain that the situation is fine. The emptiness within him had formed the hard nature of refusing to be close to anyone so that there would be no gap for him to feel hurt, like having someone dear would be his weakness. He hated to be seen as powerless, nor useful, so he insisted on going beyond the limits to silence the mouths of fire sprinklers.
“What makes you want to turn the bow?”
“Beautiful things do not always get good results, but on target will look beautiful.” Ryuji stared fixedly at Yuka, but looking at the youngest's face did not change, his red eyes were like storing a tempestuous fire. Make him have to be prepared when receiving a spray from the bow-wielding girl. “Fix first the way you shoot.”
Yuka squinted her net, then took out an arrow. Put up the tail of the arrow, lift the bow, then his fingers pull the rope.
“Your shoulder is too stiff.”
Suddenly Yuka opened her shot, her arrows stuck to the ground. He clucked as he took out another arrow on his back, performing a re-shoot of archery. Yuka gripped the bow due to the discomfort, and it did not go unnoticed by Ryuji to help hold the arrow.
“You held the bow too hard but did not push it, instead of pulling the rope.”
The woman twitched her lips when her foster brother released his hand from the bow after helping to push, he had to work hard to hold the handle of the gandewa. The wound is painful, and very disturbing. Causing the restraint to escape, then immediately firing it, the arrow nearly hit the target. He sighed softly, stretching the grip on the arrow grip.
Ryuji raises his hand, intending to ask for a bow that Yuka could fortunately understand. “Are you not confident?”
“Why think like that?”
No answer, Ryuji instead took the arrow on Yuka's back, the girl could clearly see her jaw and shoulders to bear the hidden problems of the man who hid the name of his clan in order to stay alive by using the name of the new clan. Whether what the contents of his foster brother's head would be willing to become one of the clansmen who perished overnight, the young man who took the archery position was as mysterious as the reason for their deaths.
The arrow released was accompanied by a dreamt sound, also like a light flashing in the darkness. “Doubt on yourself will cause difficulty in doing anything.”
Yuka gasped, instantly turning her gaze to the pebbles under her feet. Honestly, he was afraid that his foster brother's sensitivity could sniff out the contents of his heart, so it was meaningless to keep it hidden. “I... feel alone, no one behind me.”
Ryuji sighed. “What is your blurred vision when looking for a comfortable position because it focuses on the target? From now on look ahead, there are some fellow friends, they will lead you. And, if you think too much about the target object, then it will mess with you because of the demands you make yourself. If so, pull the bowstring as if you were absorbing emotions, breathe air, then release everything you press on your stone head like a sigh.”
Yuka looked up, the first time there was a feeling of annoyance in her voice. Ryuji spoke again, in a gentle tone as usual.
“Listen, you are like an arrow, if it is still held it will injure the retaining fingers, and the arrow that is not released will not be useful as the purpose of its existence. With a willingness, you must be removed. With confidence, you will not be misguided because it has been carefully targeted, so misguided it will never happen.”
