Shirou noticed it.
Among them, it was not only Mitsuzuri Ayako's dignity as the club president that took effect. More than that, there was also the determination to wash away the previous sha.
'It seems that the result of the last national competition was not optimistic.'
'No wonder there was even a period when there was no promotion from the archery club, and even Fuji-nee rarely ntioned it.'
'Was the result that bad?'
Shirou started thinking.
He suddenly felt a bit curious.
It should be known that Mitsuzuri Ayako and Sakura both counted as outstanding figures in the archery club, infinitely close to B for sure.
It must be known that a B in the system's evaluation, at the very least, were athletes who could continuously obtain high rankings in the Olympics.
It was hard to imagine, with two key players, that they still lost so badly.
"Sorry, Emiya, for letting you see such a joke," After Mitsuzuri and Sakura both apologized to Shirou, they threw themselves into training.
For a while, sweat drops on the smooth wooden floor of the archery hall, mingling with the gradually setting crimson evening sun, produced an incredible color.
That was the sweat of hard work.
It also expressed their determination to win.
"It's fine," After watching for a while, Shirou finally answered Mitsuzuri Ayako, who was standing beside him.
"As the president, you're not training?"
"Mm, I have a bit of a worry," Mitsuzuri Ayako spoke, her face looking a bit stifled.
No need to think to know how much pressure she bore as the president.
The Chaldea Archery Club had a long history, producing many famous people who had made notable achievents in archery.
However, in recent years, whether it was the National High School Selection Tournant or the National High School Comprehensive Sports et Archery Competition, they could be counted as eting defeat and returning ho.
This was a very heavy blow to the archery club.
It even affected this year's club mber recruitnt.
Continuing like this, it might also involve budget issues.
In sports competitions, the winner is king, the loser is the outlaw.
Chaldea was not lacking in funds for clubs.
But for budgets, the more the better.
If you couldn't produce results, once or twice was one thing, but if the number of tis increased, naturally they wouldn't give you too much funding anymore.
In the past, the archery club's budget was not small.
From plaques to environnt, environnt to clothing and equipnt, one could see the huge investnt.
As for the archery hall itself, a standard archery hall was generally a rectangular indoor or outdoor venue.
It was further divided into "short-range field" and "long-range field."
The short-range field had the target about twenty-eight ters from the shooter, the target's diater being thirty-six centiters; the long-range field had the target about sixty ters from the shooter, the target's diater being about one ter.
And Chaldea Academy, indoors and outdoors, had both two long-range fields and two short-range fields.
Comparable to, and even surpassing, the facilities of martial arts schools outside that recruited disciples.
In such a situation, if you couldn't produce results, you would definitely be held accountable.
Adding to that, Issei often complained that sports clubs got too much funding, wanting to split so to give to literary clubs.
Considering all this, the pressure on the archery club was indeed very great.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'll take you to look around the archery club," Mitsuzuri Ayako had no intention of pouring out her unhappiness to Shirou.
He wasn't part of the archery club anyway, and saying more would only add to troubles.
Shirou also didn't think that just because his archery was good, he had to turn the tide.
With his skill, participating in the Annual Kyodo Archery Tournant or the National Archery Tournant Selection would be bullying, let alone high school archery competitions.
After spending over ten minutes, finishing the tour of the archery club, Mitsuzuri Ayako smiled and asked, "How is it?"
"Very impressive."
"Not to ntion the grand appearance, even the bows and environnt are flawless."
"If you're interested, you can join."
Seeing Shirou was a bit tempted, Mitsuzuri Ayako added fuel to the fire, "Want to try shooting once?"
Shirou asked, "Is it okay?"
'Weapons with lethality like this shouldn't be casually given to outsiders to use, right?'
'Especially when so many people are training now.'
"Don't worry, it's not as strict as you think."
Mitsuzuri Ayako pushed him into the changing room, "Mind telling your clothing size?"
"This…", Shirou hadn't studied it.
"Forget it, you guys don't care about this much."
Mitsuzuri Ayako had him stand straight, then asured with her eyes.
"Mm, your body is a bit thin. Wait, don't tell you can't even pull a twenty-pound bow?"
Pinching his muscles, Mitsuzuri Ayako showed suspicion.
Before, when she got close, he had sensed it so quickly, and his aura was fierce, she thought he was a martial artist.
Now seeing him, 'Isn't he a weakling?'
"Uh," Shirou asked uncertainly, "According to the standard, how many pounds of bow can a normal person pull?"
"…", Mitsuzuri Ayako stared at him for a while, then sighed, "For a normal teenager, probably between thirty and forty pounds."
"For beginners, it's generally recomnded to use twenty or twenty-five pounds."
"Then it's fine."
Shirou's muscle strength was D, below average.
But twenty pounds wasn't outside a normal person's range.
"I see," Mitsuzuri Ayako picked and chose, then handed him so matching clothes, "Don't worry about wearing them, no one has used them. Because the recruitnt didn't et the target, these are leftovers."
Afraid he'd dislike it, she explained.
"Thank you," Shirou took the clothes and went into the n's changing room.
If possible, he actually didn't want to change.
Considering that saying this might get him killed by Mitsuzuri Ayako on the spot, he decided to change anyway.
Watching Shirou go into the changing room, Mitsuzuri Ayako sighed again.
She had thought he might be a good seedling, but hadn't expected his physique to be so weak.
'Wasted my effort.'
Forget it, at least his personality suited her taste.
When Shirou ca out changed, Mitsuzuri Ayako had already prepared, bow, arrows, yugake(gloves).
The bow was a yumi, the traditional Japanese bow.
Its length was about 220 cm, made of bamboo, wood, and other natural materials.
The ya were arrows: here, the feather color was usually the selection standard.
It was equivalent to mbers being able to choose their preferred color.
The yugake was a piece of archery equipnt, when drawing the bow, it was used to prevent finger pain, made from deerskin.
After handing the bow to Shirou, Mitsuzuri Ayako looked around the outer field and said, "Let's go to the indoor field."
She was worried that if he missed, with too many people outside, it would hurt Shirou's self-esteem.
Shirou didn't know her little sche, thinking there was so rule.
Following into the indoor field, he found there were few people.
Miyu and Sakura were among them.
"Did failing twice have such a big effect?", Shirou was indeed a bit surprised.
Under normal circumstances, not to ntion the sixty-ter field, the twenty-eight-ter field should also be full.
Yet in reality, outdoors, the twenty-eight-ter field was full, but the sixty-ter field had only half the people training.
Indoors, including Miyu, the twenty-eight-ter field had only four people.
The sixty-ter had only Sakura alone.
"This is reality," Mitsuzuri Ayako said helplessly, "A single outstanding player has too much influence on recruitnt. We're not bad, but the other side is stronger. Naturally, players who love archery will choose those famous schools."
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