Just as Dillon left the wooden floor high platform and went to the target room, there was another bustling noise outside the door, and then Zoe and Joseph pushed the door and walked in. The one who led the way before them was a boy with glasses. From this, it seems that Japanese Kyudo is a sport of self-cultivation.
"Hey, Brian!" Joseph greeted me with a rounded British accent. "It looks like your team is Dillon doing this task? Isn't that a small case! I have to hurry too, Tevez and Vera are right behind us, and I also see Sam and Dean."
Just as Zoe and Joseph were chatting with each other, as Oda Riko's arrow pierced the air, a muffled sound of "Bang" hit the bullseye. Then look at the target hut issued a clear, loud and uniform sound of 'good arrow! ', with a weird foreign accent. This is Dillon's voice.
Then, Oda Riko, who was standing here, retracted her bow and returned to her standing position, and shouted loudly, "Please pick up arrows!" I looked at this heroic girl with curiosity. After changing into a kimono for practicing kyudo, she The temperament of the whole person is completely different from when he was wearing the school uniform before.
There were two light high-fives in the distance, and then the first grader who took Dillon to demonstrate also loudly replied: "We're here!" Then he ran away with a first-year girl who had been there before. When he came out, he bent over to pick up the arrows that fell on the ground, and put them in the crook of his hand.
Then they returned to the target hut, and there was another "please continue!" from inside. Oda Riko walked up to us and explained: "After picking up the arrows, the soil on the arrows must be wiped clean before they are delivered. They will teach him face-to-face."
When Zoe and Joseph walked into the locker room to change their clothes, I sat on the high platform and watched Dillon honestly shout unskilled slogans, and then came out and bent over to pick up arrows.
"Regarding the recording of score data, if you hit a shot, you will draw a circle under the person's name, and if you miss a hit, you will have a slash. And in archery academies are not allowed to talk, and you must concentrate on the archery." After picking up arrows, Dillon walked back to the high platform where we were, and listened carefully to Riko Oda's explanation together with Joseph who chose to finish recording the data first.
"Where am I trying to draw arrows, are you holding a sorority meeting here?" Maybe it was because of the silly but serious things associated with children, Dillon felt better. After listening to Oda Riko's explanation, he walked up to me and joked at the beginning of the practice of recording score data.
I turned my eyes away from him in a daze, and looked around, only to realize that the students of the kyudo club, who were usually kneeling and recording data, had circled around me and Joseph. Especially girls.
"Hahaha, it's really like the scene where everyone is doing their homework at the girl's house during the summer vacation!" Joseph said outside the situation. When you stand up and look at him from the top down, it's like the standard cute expression of the cat in the boots, with a pair of watery eyes staring at you.
The sound of 'Gala' slammed the door, causing everyone to look at the door again. But it was Tevez and Vera, and Sam and Dean who had arrived. Each with their instructors, who are also senior students of the school's Kyudo club.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started." I said in a low voice in Dillon's ear with a serious look on my face when I saw this situation. When he turned around calmly and continued to complete the task, I went up to greet the two teams who had just arrived. "Hey cowboys, and officers!"
"Hello." This was the answer of the police officer and his wife, whose voices recovered but were very brief and indifferent. It's standard police style, and I'm still not enough to frown.
In contrast, Sam and Dean, a pair of cowboy brothers from Texas, came up and gave me a hug. Sam said with a smile: "Finally, in the third round of the game, I met you again on the mission. It's really not easy to catch up with you."
"It's like chasing the leader of the wild horses." Dean, who was abrupt, said with a sneering smile. "As soon as the horse's hoof is poked, even the smoke and dust can't be seen in the blink of an eye."
"Hahaha, what are you talking about." I'm not interested in sticking to someone's cold ass with a hot face, especially when this kind of condom doesn't actually bring much benefit to me. So instead of taking the opportunity to talk to the police team, I turned to the two brothers and said, "Who are you to accomplish this task?"
"The girls in my hometown say that Sam has a pair of dog eyes. I guess that means good eyes, right?" Dean's cold joke struck again, and it was unusually cold. "So we decided to let him do the job."
"Uh," I put my arms around my chest and looked up and down the two of them, except that Dean was actually not much different from me, but Sam was almost the height of a little giant. "Then the archery club may have to worry about your dress. I hope the show team will make it special."
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While Zooey and I smirked, Sam and Dean came out wearing samurai uniforms specially made by the show team and started to complete the mission. At this time, Joseph and Dillon had completed the practice task of recording score data, Joseph began to pick up arrows, and Dillon finally started archery practice.
"We're going to start practicing from a standing position," Riko Oda demonstrates the basic posture while standing diagonally in front of Dillon. "First measure the distance from the middle of the head to the fingertips, and open both feet to the same distance." After speaking, she took out a bamboo ruler over one meter long and raised her head with difficulty to measure Dillon's arm length.
"Let me do me a favor." I leaned forward with a smile, and took the ruler from Oda Riko's hand. The fingertips lightly touched the tip of Dillon's nose, watching him lean back invisibly before returning to a straight standing posture.
My fingertips slid down the bridge of his nose against the skin, across his lips and the tip of his jaw, all the way to the point where his throat stopped at the midpoint between his two collarbones. At some point, the roaring voices of the students of the surrounding archery club gradually became quieter. I knew that the photographer who followed me was taking pictures all the time, but I didn't care and continued my movements.
He raised the ruler with one hand and held Dillon's outstretched left arm, pressed the ruler to the tip of his middle finger, and held the other hand on the midpoint of Dillon's collarbone. Then, holding the ruler according to the distance, I knelt down in front of Dillon and raised my head to signal him to increase the distance between my legs according to the length of the ruler in my hand.
"...The length of the legs spread is the distance that allows you to stand the most stable distance when drawing the bow." Perhaps seeing the scene a little awkward, Oda Riko's speech without hesitation broke the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. Continue to explain. "There are eight steps in shooting, as long as you remember them, you won't be mistaken. They are foot pedal, carcass building, bow structure, hit, lead, meet, leave, and finally the heart."
The name of the last step, Oda Riko, is spoken in Japanese, and she begins to explain the meaning of the steps step by step. "The footstep is the action we did just now. When facing the target in the shooting position, the action of opening the feet. Next is the carcass, after the action of the foot is done, the action of stabilizing the upper body is made."
While talking about Oda Riko, she demonstrated while clenching her fists on both sides of her waist, and then continued: "The bow structure is a preparatory action for placing an arrow on the bow. When the bow is struck, after the arrow is wound, the two hands are used to separate each other. The action of raising the bow and arrow over your head. In this step, you need to hold the bow with one hand and pull the string with one hand, open your hands left and right, and pull the bow and arrow to a place that is parallel to your line of sight.”
Following Oda Riko's demonstration, Dillon imitated her movements with almost no mistakes except her movements, including aiming. The meeting is to start the action of aiming the arrow at the target after completing the citation. To leave is to let go of the hand holding the arrow and shoot the arrow. Residual heart is the posture that the body maintains after the arrow is released.
After all the instruction was done, Dillon was the first to take the real longbow. Under the watchful eyes of all four team members, including me, Dillon pulled the bowstring in his hands with ease. "The bowstring is very tight, so strength is very important." Oda Riko explained beside me while watching Dillon draw the bow.
Then I saw the police officer Tevez who chose Vera to complete the task, and his face became ugly. At this time, Vera had just changed her clothes and came out, and Sam had already followed the first graders to the target hut.
In my opinion, Dillon's bow draw is very stable. As far as Oda Riko's explanation is concerned, the strength of the bowstring used by an adult male, referred to as the bow force, is about fifteen to eighteen kilograms. It really doesn't matter to Dillon. When he heard that the strength of the bowstring would change according to the difference between men and women, Tevez's complexion became much better.
Because we are beginners, our target to complete the task is controlled at a distance of 28 meters. Dillon imitated the archery practice of other members of the archery club just now, slowly pulling the bowstring slightly and raising it above his head, and then very slowly but steadily leveling the bow and arrow to his line of sight.
"Start the challenge!" Oda Riko shouted at the request of the film crew. There are ten arrows in the quiver behind Dillon, and he needs to complete the task completion standard of three hitting the target among these ten arrows. Otherwise, he needs to repeat the steps of picking up arrows and recording scoring data.
There was a muffled sound of 'smack', and under everyone's attention, the arrow in Di Long's hand flew out quickly, but it finally shot a few tens of centimeters in front of the target. Without hesitation, he turned to take the arrow again, and then re-stretched the bow.
'Snapped! ' With a louder sound, this time the arrow hit the top wall above the target. It can be seen that Dillon is trying to adjust his aim, and soon the third and fourth swords all missed the target.
"It looks so difficult, Joseph is probably going to kneel here." Zooey leisurely looked at the target hut in the distance, and Joseph, who was waiting with Sam to pick up arrows, said with a smile. She has a good game mentality, basically the type that focuses on participating but not fooling around.
Compared to that, Tevez, who was waiting for Vera to practice and record the score data, was a little irritated. In his opinion, the preparatory posture of kyudo before the shot was really slow and unbearable. Then he really complained, "Damn archery, if this is in pursuit, the archer would have died long ago? It's so slow, you must know that we are still competing."
"Hey! Didn't Brian and their instructors say it before? Kyudo, as the ancient martial art of Japan, is now used for self-cultivation. Even if you complete the task in the competition, please show some respect to other local cultures." After hearing Tevez's complaint, Zooey said very upset.
"What's your business when I talk to myself?" Tevez obviously had some masculine ideas, and he gave Zooey a nonchalant look. Then he continued: "And the president of a kyudo club turned out to be a stinky girl, and this kyudo club is still the strongest in Japan? It's too ridiculous. Brian, brag about your man! Why is a comrade so sissy? He was a soldier before."
Those words were too offensive, but I ignored him with a sullen face and stared straight at Dillon's actions. Hearing Tevez's words, his ears moved and his teeth clenched together. Zooey jumped up angrily and shouted loudly, "You are so unreasonable!"
It seems to me that Dillon's aiming adjustment was done on the fourth arrow. So it doesn't matter what other contestants are clamoring for, as long as the first to complete this task is the best face slap. But with Vera cooperating with his man's sneer, Dillon's shoulder muscles seemed to be about to turn around.
I had to shout loudly: "Injecting arrows! Don't forget what our main goal is! Don't talk and don't get distracted!" Under my order, Dillon finally stopped his next movements and tightened the muscles on his arms again. Aim at the target.
Dillon, wearing a black and white Japanese samurai uniform, looks like he has crossed the general demeanor and is tall and straight. Watching him draw the bow and pull the string, the fifth arrow in his hand is galloping like lightning, and with a 'smack', it hits the bull's-eye!
"Good arrow! The first one!" Oda Riko shouted loudly. When we were arguing before, her eyes were full of doubts, and it was obvious that she didn't understand Tevez's sarcasm. When Dillon turned to pick up the sixth arrow, he gave Tevez a cold look, making him unable to help but keep silent.
However, some people never shed tears without seeing the coffin. When Dillon turned around and held his bow, Tevez snorted angrily. He murmured, "What do you mean? But isn't luck hitting one great?" Dillon and I didn't pay any attention, and I even grabbed Zooey.
'Pop', 'Pop', 'Pop', 'Pop', with the ninth arrow hitting the center of the bull's-eye just like the previous four, Dillon turned and bent over to pick up the last one. Skilled bow and string. 'Snapped! 'On the bullseye again!
As Oda Riko and the other academies in the archery club were stunned but subconsciously shouted: "Good arrow! The sixth hit the target!" Dillon suddenly turned around and wanted to take a step forward. Aiming at Tevez without giving any reaction. Then, halfway through his "No...!" shouting, he let go of the string-pulling hand.
"Ah!!!" Vera, who had just finished recording the score data, screamed in shock. It took them a while to realize that Dillon didn't actually have an arrow in his hand.
As the two of them stared at each other with sweaty eyes, and Zoe and I were watching with fun, Dillon and I were the first to receive the next clue card from the kyudo club coach.
"Go to Tokyo Tower to get the next clue." I looked at the clues in the clue card. "It's not a clue to detour the mission. It seems that we still need to visit the landmarks in Tokyo."
"It's already off work time. If you take a taxi, the road will be very congested, especially in the direction of Tokyo Tower. I suggest you squeeze the subway, you can feel the humanistic style of Japan!" I don't know when the boy who led the way and It also appeared, he said with a smile. "And thanks to you guys, I finally decided to join the archery club!"
As Kazuya said, after passing the previous shrine to pray for blessings, and then rushing to Uehara High School to complete the roadblock task of the archery club, it is now the rush hour. After Kazuya's prompt, we decided to reach the JR Green Yamanote Line to go to the vicinity of Tokyo Tower. Then walk there on foot.
At that time, we didn't know how terrifying the Tokyo subway was during the rush hour... If we had known earlier, we probably wouldn't have taken the subway even if it was stuck in traffic jams to death...
After saying goodbye to the Cowboy Brothers and Zoe and Joseph, and completely ignoring the police officer couple, we left the Kyudo Club. At the gate of the school, we also met James and Sid, who finally caught up, and the father and son of cancer survivors, David and Kurt, who finally re-talked because of James and Sid's help. It seems that everyone is going to have a showdown in this roadblock mission.
And after James and Sid helped David Cotter and his son, I feel more identification with this model group. At least Dillon's look at James is not as cold as before.
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"My God...Is there really no stampede?" Under Dillon's protection, I managed to get a little space to speak among the crowd squeezed out of the subway station. Thanks to my blessing, the follow-up photographer who was also covered with trembling hands, poked the camera in front of me at an extremely close distance, and gave a super close-up.
"Hold on my hand, I'm not going to let you go." Dillon didn't hear me expressing and complaining to the camera, staring solemnly at our target green Yamanote line pit stop. He stretched out his hand and motioned for me to hold him, so I leaned on him to squeeze in step by step.
Because it is a head taller than the Japanese anyway, after going down the stairs, we at least have the air of seeing the distance and the image in the distance. Taking out the stance of marching in the flood, Dillon rushed us to the door and squeezed into the subway car.
As the door slammed shut, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I let Dillon stretch out his arms to cover me in the gap between the door and the seat, and I leaned my head on his arm, and in the little space he put out, gave us a clue for both of us. Card fanned.
"I'm already exhausted to squeeze the subway, I don't know how perverted it will be to take a detour..." I said to the photographer who simply put the camera lens on Dillon's other arm. Of course not for people, but for the camera.
While looking at myself in the arms of the camera, I brushed my hair and rearranged it. Then he wrapped his unshy hands around Dillon's waist and dozed off against him. "Call me when you arrive." After getting Dillon's affirmative answer, I closed my eyes.
'Uh uh uh! ! ! Look at that pair over there, oh my god! I have a new manga idea again! This time I finally don't have to delay the draft, or my editor will kill me! ' A girl's voice rustled not far away.
Because some are different from the lifeless office workers around, they are extraordinarily energetic and excited, I raised my eyelids curiously, put my chin on Dillon's shoulder and looked over there. Unexpectedly, she was looking at us too. This sight turned red when she looked at the other party, and hurriedly put away the phone that was held high for candid photography.
The companion beside her was a rather gentle-looking man who protected her between his arms just like Dillon. Then I saw that he rubbed the girl's head with his chin and said something.
'Look at them there are still photographers, what TV show should be filming. I really don't know what TV show would abuse myself so much, filming our rush hour. And your procrastination, lack of creativity is not a reason. You are just lazy and terminal cancer...'
Then the girl angrily slapped a circle on the man's chest, not a small pink fist, but a solid one. I clearly saw that the man's face was a bit bitter, and then he returned to his previous relaxed expression. Watching their interaction, I thought it was quite interesting, so I couldn't help but look over there with a smile.
'Ah ah ah! He smiled at us! Omg! Is it going to be ntr? It's not because of you, is it? 'I saw that the girl said something to the man again, and the man's eyes were full of doting and helplessness.
'Stand, stand firm. I can help you take a picture, right? And compared to the man he was holding, I was a pain in front of him. Do you think he'll take a fancy to me? 'While the man was answering, I saw that he took the girl's cell phone, held it up, and took a seven-shot shot towards me.
Everything from my smile to the stunned face was included, and because the man was so high up, it perfectly captured the pose of me and Dillon. One has both hands on the wall, the other is wrapped around the waist, a camera is faked like a light bulb on one side of the wall, and the photographer is grimacing beside him.
'Did you take a picture? Did you get it? 'The girl jumped from the hand of the man after seven consecutive shots, grabbed her mobile phone and looked at it. 'Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, we'll break ground tonight when we go back! ! ! In addition, you can attack each other with him! Compared to the back of the man in front of me, I still like the beautiful boy ride the beautiful boy! '
'...Again, I'm not a pretty boy anymore...Are you still stuck in the time of ten years ago? You must know that we have been working for five years... don't jump, don't jump, stop when you stand firm. '
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After the episode on the subway, we went to Tokyo Tower to enjoy its beautiful night view of lights. Then finally got the clue card for the next detour mission.