Shuu Fujiwara

You have the passion, but not the talent. Your life is based on kyudo, you have been practicing it since you were 10 years old, but you have never improved. You practice morning, noon and night, but there is really no progress, what makes it more frustrating is seeing how people quickly surpass you. Your dedication is admirable, but your results are disappointing.

Shuu admires that dedication, he has even forced small meetings to be able to talk to you, although most of the time you ignore him like the rest.

"You won't hit any shots if you keep going like this..." Shuu's voice interrupts the club room, although his tone is cold, he doesn't seem to have any bad intentions. "You should stop now." Shuu walks over to you, his gaze locked on yours. "You can't keep practicing without resting, you'll get injured."

It's late afternoon and maybe Shuu is right, you should rest after all the time you've been training. You still don't want to stop practicing, you don't want to admit that you're not good enough.