Fate: Emiya the Host

Not to mention, people naturally admire strength.

"President."

"Mitsuzuri-senpai."

Seeing Mitsuzuri Ayako, the members who were drinking water and wiping sweat during rest greeted her. Those in training, because they were fully focused, didn't notice at all.

Two people needed to be ruled out first.

"Onii-chan."

"Senpai."

They put down their bows immediately.

Shirou couldn't help but cover his face.

Sure enough, "Sakura, Miyu."

Mitsuzuri Ayako's tone carried a bit of seriousness, "Why aren't you concentrating during training?"

Miyu's joyful expression collapsed, she bent over to apologize, "Sorry, Mitsuzuri-senpai."

Then she continued training.

'Looks like the reduced members and harsher training than before are related.'

"That…", Sakura wanted to say something.

In the end, she silently set her bow.

Mitsuzuri Ayako looked at the two, held her forehead, "Forget it, you two rest first."

With her eyesight, how could she not see that after seeing Shirou, both of them became distracted.

'A miscalculation.'

She had just been afraid Shirou would affect their training, so she deliberately called them inside.

Unexpectedly, she had brought the tiger in to look for little white rabbits.

'This is not good.'

Sakura and Miyu were seedlings even the teachers favored; if they couldn't focus during training, that would be troublesome.

She had originally thought of letting Shirou join the kyudo club, but now seeing this, after the test shot, she must find a reason to send him away.

'Especially…'

"Really?", Almost the moment the words fell, Sakura and Miyu put down their shooting posture.

'Yes, especially Sakura. That arrow just now, wasn't she about to release it?'

"Looks like I'm not suited to stay here," A hint of apology flashed across Shirou's face.

He hadn't expected to bring such a big effect to them here.

It wasn't just Sakura and Miyu anymore; after this, the others couldn't focus either.

"I…", Mitsuzuri Ayako also felt powerless.

'What is with this boy?'

'He came in and broke the kyudo club's daily routine.'

'Simply a poison that spreads through the air!'

'Don't get angry, don't get angry.'

'Anyway, there aren't many people here, and it is only for a while.'

Mitsuzuri Ayako took a deep breath and came to the 28-meter short-range target area.

"Emiya Shirou, come here," Her tone carried severity and coldness.

"Mm," Shirou replied awkwardly and walked over. At the same time, he felt a headache.

He hadn't even been in the kyudo club for twenty minutes before offending the President.

Who else could claim that?

"Sorry, Onii-chan," Miyu also felt bad, and when Shirou passed her, she apologized, then mustered her courage to say in a small voice, "You look cool, Onii-chan in kyudo uniform."

Well, this sentence instantly healed Shirou.

All his anger vanished completely.

'Too cute, long live Miyu!'

"Do your best, Senpai," Sakura's beautiful eyes contained expectant encouragement.

'How to say… really strange.'

It was just a test shot, but it had been made into a final battle atmosphere.

Coming behind Mitsuzuri Ayako, her slender figure was right in front of him.

"How much do you know about kyudo etiquette?", Mitsuzuri Ayako stood holding her bow, expression solemn.

Shirou was silent.

Glancing at his own Kyudo A+, he spoke honestly, "Nothing."

Yes, although he had already reached A+, from the very beginning, he was self-taught.

Only knowing to bend the bow and release when he could hit.

His actions were definitely standard, but as for etiquette knowledge, sorry, no one taught him, and the system wouldn't teach it unless he brought it up.

Besides, in life-or-death battle, who cared about etiquette? Strike first, strike fast.

Shoot as fast as possible.

Unfortunately, the standards of a life-or-death battle clearly didn't apply here.

Upon hearing Shirou say "nothing," Mitsuzuri Ayako's body visibly swayed.

It was an expression of reaching the peak of helplessness.

For a moment, she didn't even know whether to praise Shirou for being consistent inside and out, or for being ignorant.

Although she indeed didn't dislike straightforward people, there was another more important condition, he must not be weaker than her.

So Mitsuzuri Ayako sighed for who knows the how-many-th time today and said, "Kyudo places great emphasis on etiquette. From the preparation stage, to the drawing stage, to the shooting stage, and to the end, there are strict movement regulations and processes."

"There are too many specifics. I'll explain while demonstrating."

"Mm," Shirou nodded.

Ayako was both the kyudo club's President and ace; after confirming he was a beginner, even if she called someone else over it would be fine.

But she still personally demonstrated for him.

No matter the reason, the necessary respect for Shirou she would always give.

Somewhat surprised at her seriousness, Mitsuzuri Ayako immediately corrected her own attitude.

"First is the preparation stage, entering the target area, standing at attention, adjusting clothing…"

"President is teaching so seriously; aren't these only needed during competitions?", Scattered discussions from members.

Miyu was surprised, "Sakura-senpai, is that so?"

When she joined the kyudo club, she had learned in advance, so she had skipped these steps.

Also, during normal training, indeed these etiquettes weren't used much.

It was more about posture and accuracy when shooting.

"Can't say it like that," Sakura patiently explained, "For a beginner unfamiliar with etiquette, understanding everything from start to finish is more important than starting right away. I think Mitsuzuri-senpai doesn't want Senpai to develop bad habits when touching archery in the future, so she's being that serious."

"I see," Miyu's favorability toward Mitsuzuri Ayako went up by one.

'She isn't half-hearted toward Onii-chan, she is a good person.'

Kyudo etiquette really was very complicated.

From the start, to hitting the target's center, to the end, the complexity could train your patience.

This was probably part of the training.

In short, by the time Shirou understood almost everything, more than ten minutes had passed.

And Mitsuzuri Ayako finally prepared to shoot the first arrow.

Her left foot in front, right foot behind, body slightly turned toward the target, bow vertical to the ground.

Left hand gripping the lower part of the bow, right hand gripping the bowstring, ready to set the arrow.

During this, her fingers had to remain relaxed, not overly forceful.

Otherwise, it would cause the bow body to bend.

When starting to hook the string, the right hand needed to hook the bowstring onto the bow's nock, the action accurate and quick, ensuring the bowstring's position was correct, while keeping the body stable.

By the time it reached this step, Shirou could almost judge the arrow's trajectory.

Barring accidents, hitting the bullseye was certain, but not the exact center, the arrow would deviate 0.5 cm to the upper right.

Sure enough.

Mitsuzuri Ayako drew the bow and released.

The whole process, movements smooth, breathing steady.

The arrow naturally flew out and hit the bullseye firmly.

Exactly as Shirou had predicted, deviated 0.5 cm to the upper right.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applause rang out.

A random member praised, "President, your skill has improved again."

No response.

Mitsuzuri Ayako was still in zanshin state.

Zanshin referred to maintaining awareness of the surroundings and focus of mind even after shooting.

In plain terms, adjusting breathing, relaxing the body, and preparing for the next step.

"Just in good form, that's all," Leaving zanshin, Mitsuzuri Ayako spoke modestly.

It wasn't really modesty, she truly had been in good form just now.

"How does it feel?", she asked Shirou.

"Mm, no special feeling."

Before the arrow was shot, he already had the answer, even the certain result of hitting, so naturally there would be no anticipation.

Shirou finally understood Sajyou Manaka a little.

Toward something already known, it's hard for people to feel emotion.

It's not that Mitsuzuri Ayako didn't do well, on the contrary, it was perfect.

But Shirou just didn't feel anything.

"Come try."

Shirou's answer didn't surprise Mitsuzuri Ayako.

At his age, not having touched kyudo meant he wasn't interested in it.

Since he wasn't interested, how could he describe a feeling?

She handed the bow to Shirou and reminded, "In etiquette, you're a beginner; it's fine if you're not precise, but don't skip or get them wrong."

"Mm."

Shirou took the bow.

His eyes grew calm.

His aura suddenly changed.

[T/N: Face-Slapping coming in 3... 2... 1...]

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