2nd Day Of Summer
"Shields up!" A senior knight yelled, signaling the line Kise was in to hold up their shields, no doubt anyone missed his voice. "Bows! Fire!" The man yelled, sending a barrage ofY arrows at Kise's line. Of course the arrows had shaven flat blunt tips, also they were whistlers, this was purely training, no real danger. [b]Tink... Tink... Tink The arrows found their targets, smacking and falling off the shields, it wasn't easy for Kise though. They had barely started this a few chimes ago, and he was already struggling with all of it. "Attention! Reload!" The knight yelled, sending Kise's line, a bunch of boys kneeling horizontally in a line, into a frenzy. Kise slid his arm out of his shield, fumbling with the arrow to load into his bow. He got the last bow left because he was unable to decide, a heavy crossbow, a very heavy crossbow. That took two hands to fire and to load. He dropped the bow, and failed to pick it up securely, all this was just too hard for him.
"Shields up!" The knight yelled, signaling Kise's target opponents to raise their shields up, readying for attack. "No no no...." Kise groaned a bit as he still fumbled with the arrow, finally grasping it in his right hand. He pulled back the mechanism for loading and firing, the cold metal slapping his fingers, he slowly put in the arrow. Ping! The arrow flew out, slapping his chest as the bow malfunctioned and rejected him. "Petch!" He groaned once more, fearing he was running out of time. "Attention! Fire!" The knight yelled, signaling another barrage of arrows that he watched in pleasure, the old knight missed war. He then looked down at a young boy, who was still working his bow, trying to load it with a single arrow. "Boy!" The knight yelled, walking over to Kise. "Pause, hold your fire young squires!"
"Yes Ser?" Kise said, dropping his bow and saluting the knight with a mini bow. "I think that I got a bad bow... Actually I was hoping to get something in the lighter catego-" He was cut off as the knight spoke out, silencing him with a superior voice. "Aye Kise, your patron speaks well of you, the boy with one of the greatest drives for fighting ever seen." The knight said with a small smile, somewhere in that face of wrinkles and scars. "Although this is not what I expected... What are you doing mate?" "I'm trying to load this damned thing Ser!" Kise whined out slapping the bow a bit. "Aye... I see... You know I had a friend who died because he couldn't load his bow in time. You must understand boy, this part is crucial, an active reloader can get this done and kill five men who reload like you." The knight quickly crouched, picked up the heavy crossbow with one hand, and then lifted himself back up. "Kisetukai Yamehaka... I respect you son, because out of all of these squires, you were the only one to choose this bow. We rarely ever have any squires pick this bow, whether it be to show off and impress the others, or just plain confidence. Yet they all fail and switch over to something lighter... So why ye?"
"Well Ser..." Kise let out a sigh, looking his superior in the eyes, giving him the look of determination he gave everyone. "I didn't actually choose this one... I was left with this one from my lack of decision. I guess that this is relatable to life because if you don't get the job done, the world will progress on without you. So here I am, stuck with this bow... Although I don't think of me being stuck with this bow. I think of it as me finally finding my ranged weapon... I'm not here to show off. To impress. To prove. I'm here because I'm a sol-... I'm a knight. I'm going to definitely become a knight. So no matter how hard I gotta try... I'm gonna do what I gotta do Ser!" He finished his impressive speech, a bit of his heart pouring out, he hoped his minor yelling at a knight was ok. After all he wasn't yelling at him, he just got passionate, but this particular knight was know for many things. One was being cruel, on and off the battle field... The other was.
He was a softy.
"Kise! You got the guts kid, you have the guts of a full blown knight!" The mature knight shouted, as all the squires aimed their gaze in the area. It was a bit of an awkward situation, but he wanted Kise to know how much he admired the young lad. "You my boy... Your not cut out for this aye? I'll take you and show you the strength of the bow. I'll show you how to make your foes cower past your ocular range. I'll show you the power of that crossbow my boy!" He yelled turning to another knight. "Take care of the lads, I'm gonna personally train this one!" He laughed as he slapped Kise's back viciously, the sound echoing for a while.
[About half a bell]
Kise had walked with the knight for a while, Ser Long-Arrow was his name, actually ironic since he was a bowmaster. He ranked highly with every bow possible, long bow, short bow, light and heavies of the crossbow. He even told stories of a special bow, about the same weight of Kise's training bow, except it was semi automatic, apparently able to fire off about five arrows without reloading. Though Kise didn't believe it, he enjoyed hearing the elder knight talk, it was a good time. After they had left their group, Ser Arrow had escorted him to a special area, designated for archers only. Of course anyone could attempt it, but only a few could actually gain some experience and skill from it, Ser Arrow was one. This was how the surroundings looks, Kise was laying flat on the grass, his stomach cooled by the land. Ahead of him were a bunch of small targets, your average circular bullseye targets, nothing special. All around him were weapon caches, more bows and more arrows, ready to be put to use. He had kept his original bow, and had took out twenty practicing arrows as instructed, however they where sharp and whistlers. Holes cut in the arrows, Ser Arrow warned him that once shot these arrows would produce a high pitch sound, sounded fun.
"Ok my boy... There are about fifty targets out there, let's make a bet. If you can hit three, I'll give ya a nice war story."
Kise laid on the ground calmly, looking over at his patron who was crouched next to him, giving him a puzzled look. "A bet?... This early... Ser you don't even know if I can hit those targets." He got no answer, guessing what exactly was wanted by those words. "I see... Maybe you wanted to tell me that story..." He grabbed an arrow, roughly grasping it with his right gloved hand, bringing it to the bow in front of him. Propping up his body with his elbows, he brought the single arrow to the bow, looking at it skillfully. Pulling back the loading mechanism, he placed the arrow in sloppily, like a novice, he let go of the loading mechanism very carefree. Instantly hearing a metallic malfunction, a small arrow flew up in front of his face, representing his mistake. His patron for the day laughing, instantly intriguing Kise as she reached for the bow.
"Neigh..." The knight said, stepping up, stopping his reach. "I want you to learn how to properly load a bow and reach for your arrows. Your pile is neatly organized over there, for now on when you fail at a reload, place your bow there." He said happily, pointing at the first mistake bow. "Now, hit three targets!" He exclaimed cheerfully, wanting to see some action.
"Yes Ser, odd tactics and teaching methods but I won't complain. I promise I won't question." He grabbed another arrow, except this time he stared at all of his work, paying attention to everything that was done. "Ok... Ser could you please help me this once? Just a little bit." Kise said firmly as he pulled back the loading gear. Ser Long-Arrow dropped down into laying position besides him, graceful just like any archer, but the smell of his breath was foul just like a warrior.
"Now see my boy, what you want to do is keep that pulled, but at the same time, you want to pull that also, and keep that cranked. Now gently place the bow in, and then slowly let that back, then just let go that metal part there. The knight then grabbed his arms forcefully, moving them into correct prone sniping position, as he watched the boy. "Ok now fire at that target directly in front of you, and after you hit one, make sure to switch your position after every shot."
After the knight moved back, returning back to his position, Kise felt good to go. He looked down at the arrow, well suited in it's shooting position, but where would it go. He watched as an invisible line flew up from his bow, to the target he had in mind, about fifteen feet away. Nice. He impatiently pulled the trigger, sending a sharp whistle through the air, as an arrow zipped through his sight. It showed so much potential, it showed so much ... It missed. Well, it was a good shot right? Or at least a good attempt. He sighed as he didn't hear his master say anything, apparently he wanted it to sink in for the boy, the best way to learn was always first hand. "Shyke..." Kise said softly as he pulled back the loading mechanism with his finger once more. "Hey Ser, I think I- OWWW!" He yelled out as the loading pulley snapped, blunt metal slamming his finger against wood, tears instantly filled his eyes. Yet his knight didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, he had no chance of saying anything. Shoving his finger in his mouth, his warm saliva did little in healing his pain, if anything it just pulsed in his mouth. "Mmph mmmophmmmym!" Muffled words spat out, as he attempted speech, although he had no time to dawdle. The knight cleared his throat, and Kise instantly took it as a warning, after all it wasn't good to waste a knights time. Quickly placing both hands back at the bow, with a huge sigh, he was ready to train once more.
It was gonna be a long day... But Long days it what made long lives. Hoorah!
"Shields up!" A senior knight yelled, signaling the line Kise was in to hold up their shields, no doubt anyone missed his voice. "Bows! Fire!" The man yelled, sending a barrage ofY arrows at Kise's line. Of course the arrows had shaven flat blunt tips, also they were whistlers, this was purely training, no real danger. [b]Tink... Tink... Tink The arrows found their targets, smacking and falling off the shields, it wasn't easy for Kise though. They had barely started this a few chimes ago, and he was already struggling with all of it. "Attention! Reload!" The knight yelled, sending Kise's line, a bunch of boys kneeling horizontally in a line, into a frenzy. Kise slid his arm out of his shield, fumbling with the arrow to load into his bow. He got the last bow left because he was unable to decide, a heavy crossbow, a very heavy crossbow. That took two hands to fire and to load. He dropped the bow, and failed to pick it up securely, all this was just too hard for him.
"Shields up!" The knight yelled, signaling Kise's target opponents to raise their shields up, readying for attack. "No no no...." Kise groaned a bit as he still fumbled with the arrow, finally grasping it in his right hand. He pulled back the mechanism for loading and firing, the cold metal slapping his fingers, he slowly put in the arrow. Ping! The arrow flew out, slapping his chest as the bow malfunctioned and rejected him. "Petch!" He groaned once more, fearing he was running out of time. "Attention! Fire!" The knight yelled, signaling another barrage of arrows that he watched in pleasure, the old knight missed war. He then looked down at a young boy, who was still working his bow, trying to load it with a single arrow. "Boy!" The knight yelled, walking over to Kise. "Pause, hold your fire young squires!"
"Yes Ser?" Kise said, dropping his bow and saluting the knight with a mini bow. "I think that I got a bad bow... Actually I was hoping to get something in the lighter catego-" He was cut off as the knight spoke out, silencing him with a superior voice. "Aye Kise, your patron speaks well of you, the boy with one of the greatest drives for fighting ever seen." The knight said with a small smile, somewhere in that face of wrinkles and scars. "Although this is not what I expected... What are you doing mate?" "I'm trying to load this damned thing Ser!" Kise whined out slapping the bow a bit. "Aye... I see... You know I had a friend who died because he couldn't load his bow in time. You must understand boy, this part is crucial, an active reloader can get this done and kill five men who reload like you." The knight quickly crouched, picked up the heavy crossbow with one hand, and then lifted himself back up. "Kisetukai Yamehaka... I respect you son, because out of all of these squires, you were the only one to choose this bow. We rarely ever have any squires pick this bow, whether it be to show off and impress the others, or just plain confidence. Yet they all fail and switch over to something lighter... So why ye?"
"Well Ser..." Kise let out a sigh, looking his superior in the eyes, giving him the look of determination he gave everyone. "I didn't actually choose this one... I was left with this one from my lack of decision. I guess that this is relatable to life because if you don't get the job done, the world will progress on without you. So here I am, stuck with this bow... Although I don't think of me being stuck with this bow. I think of it as me finally finding my ranged weapon... I'm not here to show off. To impress. To prove. I'm here because I'm a sol-... I'm a knight. I'm going to definitely become a knight. So no matter how hard I gotta try... I'm gonna do what I gotta do Ser!" He finished his impressive speech, a bit of his heart pouring out, he hoped his minor yelling at a knight was ok. After all he wasn't yelling at him, he just got passionate, but this particular knight was know for many things. One was being cruel, on and off the battle field... The other was.
He was a softy.
"Kise! You got the guts kid, you have the guts of a full blown knight!" The mature knight shouted, as all the squires aimed their gaze in the area. It was a bit of an awkward situation, but he wanted Kise to know how much he admired the young lad. "You my boy... Your not cut out for this aye? I'll take you and show you the strength of the bow. I'll show you how to make your foes cower past your ocular range. I'll show you the power of that crossbow my boy!" He yelled turning to another knight. "Take care of the lads, I'm gonna personally train this one!" He laughed as he slapped Kise's back viciously, the sound echoing for a while.
[About half a bell]
Kise had walked with the knight for a while, Ser Long-Arrow was his name, actually ironic since he was a bowmaster. He ranked highly with every bow possible, long bow, short bow, light and heavies of the crossbow. He even told stories of a special bow, about the same weight of Kise's training bow, except it was semi automatic, apparently able to fire off about five arrows without reloading. Though Kise didn't believe it, he enjoyed hearing the elder knight talk, it was a good time. After they had left their group, Ser Arrow had escorted him to a special area, designated for archers only. Of course anyone could attempt it, but only a few could actually gain some experience and skill from it, Ser Arrow was one. This was how the surroundings looks, Kise was laying flat on the grass, his stomach cooled by the land. Ahead of him were a bunch of small targets, your average circular bullseye targets, nothing special. All around him were weapon caches, more bows and more arrows, ready to be put to use. He had kept his original bow, and had took out twenty practicing arrows as instructed, however they where sharp and whistlers. Holes cut in the arrows, Ser Arrow warned him that once shot these arrows would produce a high pitch sound, sounded fun.
"Ok my boy... There are about fifty targets out there, let's make a bet. If you can hit three, I'll give ya a nice war story."
Kise laid on the ground calmly, looking over at his patron who was crouched next to him, giving him a puzzled look. "A bet?... This early... Ser you don't even know if I can hit those targets." He got no answer, guessing what exactly was wanted by those words. "I see... Maybe you wanted to tell me that story..." He grabbed an arrow, roughly grasping it with his right gloved hand, bringing it to the bow in front of him. Propping up his body with his elbows, he brought the single arrow to the bow, looking at it skillfully. Pulling back the loading mechanism, he placed the arrow in sloppily, like a novice, he let go of the loading mechanism very carefree. Instantly hearing a metallic malfunction, a small arrow flew up in front of his face, representing his mistake. His patron for the day laughing, instantly intriguing Kise as she reached for the bow.
"Neigh..." The knight said, stepping up, stopping his reach. "I want you to learn how to properly load a bow and reach for your arrows. Your pile is neatly organized over there, for now on when you fail at a reload, place your bow there." He said happily, pointing at the first mistake bow. "Now, hit three targets!" He exclaimed cheerfully, wanting to see some action.
"Yes Ser, odd tactics and teaching methods but I won't complain. I promise I won't question." He grabbed another arrow, except this time he stared at all of his work, paying attention to everything that was done. "Ok... Ser could you please help me this once? Just a little bit." Kise said firmly as he pulled back the loading gear. Ser Long-Arrow dropped down into laying position besides him, graceful just like any archer, but the smell of his breath was foul just like a warrior.
"Now see my boy, what you want to do is keep that pulled, but at the same time, you want to pull that also, and keep that cranked. Now gently place the bow in, and then slowly let that back, then just let go that metal part there. The knight then grabbed his arms forcefully, moving them into correct prone sniping position, as he watched the boy. "Ok now fire at that target directly in front of you, and after you hit one, make sure to switch your position after every shot."
After the knight moved back, returning back to his position, Kise felt good to go. He looked down at the arrow, well suited in it's shooting position, but where would it go. He watched as an invisible line flew up from his bow, to the target he had in mind, about fifteen feet away. Nice. He impatiently pulled the trigger, sending a sharp whistle through the air, as an arrow zipped through his sight. It showed so much potential, it showed so much ... It missed. Well, it was a good shot right? Or at least a good attempt. He sighed as he didn't hear his master say anything, apparently he wanted it to sink in for the boy, the best way to learn was always first hand. "Shyke..." Kise said softly as he pulled back the loading mechanism with his finger once more. "Hey Ser, I think I- OWWW!" He yelled out as the loading pulley snapped, blunt metal slamming his finger against wood, tears instantly filled his eyes. Yet his knight didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, he had no chance of saying anything. Shoving his finger in his mouth, his warm saliva did little in healing his pain, if anything it just pulsed in his mouth. "Mmph mmmophmmmym!" Muffled words spat out, as he attempted speech, although he had no time to dawdle. The knight cleared his throat, and Kise instantly took it as a warning, after all it wasn't good to waste a knights time. Quickly placing both hands back at the bow, with a huge sigh, he was ready to train once more.
It was gonna be a long day... But Long days it what made long lives. Hoorah!