Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

The will to fight grew wildly in my heart like weeds.

Even if defeat is inevitable, he will persevere to the very end.

Like his heart, the long arrow struck the bullseye without wavering.

Ten rings.

The first place is still up in the air.

The bird changed to a second arrow and effortlessly sent it into the center of the wooden target.

Her archery movements were beautiful, with a classical charm in every gesture.

Chou remained calm and composed, just like his cool and handsome appearance; his archery movements were also full of aristocratic style.

Ten rings.

They felt as if they were in an ancient dojo from the Heian period, rather than an ordinary archery dojo in Hakone in the 21st century.

The third time.

The bird drew its bow again, and what was on its mind was no longer just the arrow and the string, but also the hearts of everyone present.

But she didn't care.

If we're going to compete, then we'll go all out.

She can't possibly lose.

No matter how many times, she always hits the bullseye.

If the wind blocks it, it will cut through; if an arrow blocks it, it will cleave.

Lord Asuka is the strongest being!

Without a doubt, it's still the bullseye.

Sorrow is like a tall, sturdy pine tree, its branches standing solemnly upright.

His heart remained still, but his hand moved slightly.

The long arrow pierced through the mist, and wherever it passed, it seemed to bring forth a new green.

A barely perceptible sigh.

“He was defeated.” Saionji’s thin lips parted slightly, but his face showed no negative expression, and even a hint of pleasure. “But he also won.”

He lost to Asuka, but won against himself.

His mindset has been transformed.

The competition ended when the last arrow went off course and missed the target.

Applause rose one after another, gradually coalescing and becoming excited and enthusiastic.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

There is no shadow of failure, nor regret for mistakes.

He knew he had performed exceptionally well, and his second-place finish was well-deserved.

A satisfying competition is far more important than an empty ranking.

Sorrow called out to the girl who was about to turn and leave.

"Exchange names?" He lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them. "Fujiwara Shu."

Asuka tilted her head; she was one of the two people Nikaido knew.

"I am Mononobe Asuka."

"You're amazing! I hope we can meet again next time."

The first sentence is a bird's heartfelt exclamation, while the second sentence is just ordinary politeness.

However, Chou thought that the next time she mentioned would be on the sports field.

He replied earnestly, "See you next time."

Then he was glared at by his senior.

See you next time? No!

Worried: "0.0?"

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"That girl is amazing!"

The middle-aged man next to him clapped wildly, his eyes filled with a complex mix of amazement and admiration.

It should be said that the people around them are currently in this state.

The strong command respect and always attract boundless admiration.

Therefore, the scene, where even the applause was somewhat restrained, was particularly unusual.

"Sigh, if I had been half as good as her back then, I would never have given up archery."

The uncle was a little down, but he quickly cheered up.

Although he was unable to compete professionally, he still works in the field of archery.

Life goes on, and so does our passion.

He asked enthusiastically, "I didn't ask just now, young man, which young athlete are you here to watch?"

His mood wasn't as calm as it appeared on the surface, but he was always good at disguising himself, so no one could see through him.

An irrepressible smile curved his lips, and even his usually cold and desolate eyes were filled with a warm smile.

If Asuka saw this, she'd definitely say, "Shizuka, you're out of character!" Can Shizuka still be called Shizuka if she's not a quirky character?!

"It's that girl who came in first place." The deep voice was unusually gentle, with a hint of pride tinged with empathy.

The middle-aged man looked surprised and blurted out, "I didn't expect the young man to look so young, yet already have such a big child."

The smile on his face froze, turning cold in an instant.

They were clearly saying he was young, but then they made him sound old.

What the hell?

Your friend's [parody version] Seiji Matoba is coming soon.

As soon as Feiniao got his phone, he was stunned to find that his inbox was flooded with text messages.