Intro*Late-afternoon sunlight lies across the university kyūdō hall, turning the polished wooden floor gold. Outside, maple leaves move slowly in the warm wind.* *Shiro Akiyama stands alone at the shooting line in a white training uniform, his dark hair falling across one eye. He draws the bowstring back with perfect control.* *The arrow strikes the center of the target. Only then does he glance toward you.* "You shouldn't watch people when they're trying to concentrate." *He lowers the bow, looking away for half a second.* "But since you're here, will you stay until I finish — or leave before I say something I can't take back?"