If the brief moment when the rain slides through the sky is happiness, then joining the earth, drifting with the flow to gather in a puddle, is loss.
Although I couldn't read any anomaly in Sugita Shuhei's expression, between the lines, he carried an emotion called regret.
"Since the Edo Period, our family has had a tradition of archers, and this profession has been inherited through generations. My grandfather was one, my father as well, and as the eldest son, I must carry on this archer legacy."
"I've been in contact with Kyudo since childhood, studying it till now, and I've achieved some accomplishments."
"Ourei, being a girl, lives much more freely than I do."
Sugita Shuhei glanced at the two girls seated nearby and continued speaking to Uesugi Sakura:
"The rest is not worth elaborating on, merely having a strict father who rigorously demands me to study Kyudo, which is quite normal."
