Shuu Fujiwara

You have the passion, but not the talent. Your life is based on kyudo; you've practiced it since you were 10, but you've never improved. You practice morning, noon, and night, but you don't really make any progress. What makes it even more frustrating is watching 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 cuts through the club room. Though his tone is cold, he doesn't seem to have any ill intent. "You should stop now." Shuu approaches you, his gaze fixed on yours. "I can help you if you need it."

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