Tokyo Detective Chronicles

Seeing this, the other members started discussing it animatedly and bustling around preparing for the match between the two...

Therefore, preparations were completed very quickly.

Sato naturally went first, kneeling in front of the shooting line and performing the elaborate archery etiquette.

Bow, adjust clothes, prepare bow, raise bow, and draw the string.

Every movement was textbook perfect, completely following the rules of "five-fold cross-shaped characters," clearly aiming to gain the upper hand in terms of momentum.

"Whoosh—thump!"

First arrow, 2.9 rings.

The club members cheered and applauded, and Sato was even in better spirits than usual.

Although they all had reservations about Sato's usual behavior, it was ultimately an internal matter for the archery club. Compared to Fushimi, who had just made outrageous remarks about archery, they clearly hoped that the club president would win.

Second arrow, 2.8 ring.

The third arrow scored another 2.9.

A total score of 8.6 rings for the three arrows is a pretty good result for a 28-meter target.

Sato put down his bow and glanced at Fushimi as he stood up.

See that?

This is the true art of archery.

"It's your turn."

To project an air of expertise, he tried to keep his voice calm, but anyone could hear the excitement and urgency in it.

He handed the bow he was holding to Fushimi, lest the man use it as an excuse.

There shouldn't be any problem if everyone uses the same bow, right?

"Do you need to borrow some protective gear? Be careful not to hurt your pretty face that you use to fool women."

Sato was quite pleased with himself.

At that moment, he clearly believed he had won.

Such a result would be considered highly competitive even in the main competition of a national tournament.

The probability that Fushimi could do the same was, in his view, so small as to be negligible.

Fushimi ignored him and took the Japanese bow from Sato.

It's heavier than the one that Rina Hoshizaki used before.

The anti-slip strips on the bow handle are worn, indicating that it has been used for many years, but it is well maintained.

Fushimi tested the bowstring with his fingers; the tension wasn't high, only around 35 pounds, which was indeed the level used in high school competitions.

He stood at the firing line, neither kneeling nor adjusting his clothes, omitting even the basic bow-raising etiquette.

He simply nocked an arrow without any preparation.

The movements were so casual, it was as if he were about to throw an aluminum can into the trash can.

Sato almost burst out laughing. What kind of pose is that?

With arms outstretched and the body's center of gravity off, the posture was incredibly amateurish, completely lacking any of the proper etiquette for archery, making it seem like a complete novice.

It's completely an amateur's unorthodox approach.

Sato had previously thought that although his opponent was not as good as him, he at least had a certain level of knowledge about archery.

I had originally planned to offer a few perfunctory instructions after the event to demonstrate my magnanimity, but now it seems unnecessary.

According to other second-year students, this pretty boy has very high overall scores and deviation values.

Very well, only elite students with such high deviation scores are worth stepping on, but in the end they are just bookworms.

He stood there blankly not far from Fushimi, wanting to be the first to see the other's frustrated expression.

But the next second, he suddenly noticed something unusual...

Fushimi raised his hand, and the muscles in his right arm, which was drawing the string, suddenly tensed up, causing his shirt sleeve to bulge out and revealing the clear lines of his forearm... It was definitely not the arm of a bookworm.

The blood vessels bulge slightly under the skin and pulsate gently with exertion.

Even more bizarre is the bowed body.

The Japanese bow that Sato had carefully maintained for many years was now groaning with a "creak".

The bowstring was pulled to an astonishing arc, and the entire bow was bent into an unbelievable shape!

Sato's eyes widened. This was a Japanese bow that was at least two meters long. How could it weigh that much?

Then, he saw Fushimi's face clearly.

In the afternoon backlight, a dark shadow seemed to vaguely appear on that expressionless profile... like a hideous ghost face, with a flash of blue light in the pupils.

But in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.

Sato shivered, a strange unease rising in his heart.

There was no lengthy aiming.

"call out------!!!"

The sound of the arrow leaving the bowstring was completely wrong.

That wasn't an ordinary sound of something cutting through the air; it was a sharp, piercing shriek that almost tore at your eardrums!

The blast wave whipped up the weeds on the grass, creating a path resembling Moses parting the sea, followed by a deafening, muffled sound that startled everyone present…

"Bang!!!"

Clearly, this was the violent clang of something hard being violently pierced.

It sounded like a thick steel bar falling vertically from the tenth floor and crashing onto the concrete ground.

Inside the dojo, everyone, including Hoshizaki Rina, froze, their faces turning ashen as if petrified.

No one could have imagined that an ordinary bow, which would obviously have little practical value in modern society, could produce such a sound.

Because Sato was standing too close, he lost his balance and was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open.

When he turned his head in alarm...

The target was empty?

Ok?

What the heck...

Despite making such a big fuss, they still missed the target.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief; the noise he had just made must have been an illusion...

But the next second, they suddenly noticed something was wrong: the red center of the bullseye... when did it turn black?

No, it didn't turn black.

A sense of absurdity, like a dream, welled up in his heart, and an incredible idea appeared in his mind.

"Wall wall wall wall wall wall... on the wall..." a member said in a trembling voice.

Only then did someone notice that the target, which had been used by successive generations of the archery club without a single complaint, had a large hole pierced right through its center...

By the standards of accuracy, it was a perfect 3 ring.

At that moment, no one cared about Sato. Several members rushed to the end of the shooting range and saw the arrow that had hit the bullseye, pierced the target, and was embedded in the stone wall behind it.

Centered on the arrow, the wall cracked with fine, spiderweb-like lines.

Everyone gasped sharply.

Is this really something that a bow with that weight and arrows of this quality can do?

No... rather, does a bow and arrow in this world really exist that can achieve this level of skill?

No matter how you look at it, this has completely gone beyond the scope of cold weapons!

Fushimi then realized that he might have gone a bit too far... but it didn't matter anyway.

What he acquired and practiced was never some childish game of competitive archery, but a real killing technique capable of assassinating psychics...

【Comprehensive Archery Skill lv3: 6791/10000 (Master Level)】

This is a skill he acquired during a commission: comprehensive archery.

Through repeated practice, he gradually improved his overall archery skills from "beginner level" to "professional level," and then to his current "master level."

Perhaps it won't be long before it can be upgraded to the highest 'Perfect' level.

However, with just that, it would be impossible to unleash the same power as before.

Ultimately, his strength is only slightly more than twice that of an average adult, not exaggerated to that extent.

He borrowed some of the power that Huali had to control shadows, gradually increasing the pressure on the bowstring to its limit, and then attaching the power from the shadows to the arrow.

Only then can this seemingly useless bow unleash its power and penetrating force enough to pierce through targets and stone walls.

What happened yesterday left him feeling suffocated, and after venting his frustration in this way, he immediately felt a little relieved.

Fushimi exhaled a breath of stale air and casually tossed the nearly ruined Japanese bow in his hand to Sato Ken, who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

Then, Sato watched helplessly as the child he had carefully nurtured and maintained daily, the one that had been with him since junior high school...

The longbow, which he cherished like a wife and daughter, became loose and flimsy in front of him after being used so carelessly by this guy.

The bowstring is ruined and on the verge of breaking...

The bow has developed significant distortion and minor cracks... Even if it's repaired, it will never be the same again...

It's been completely ruined, tattered and broken, and has been transformed into the shape of Fushimi Iori.

Heartache, anger, disgust...

He was usually very careful when using it, not wanting to use too much force... He gently touched the bowstring with trembling hands, even his lips were shaking.

Sato Takeru, like an incompetent husband, gritted his teeth and looked at Fushimi with red eyes.

The thought that the bow made a sound he had never heard before in Fushimi's hands was still met with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Immediately, he got up and tried to pounce on Fushimi Iori.

Perhaps he wanted to avenge his wife, who had become flabby... no, Chang Gong.

Or perhaps it was because he could no longer bear Fushimi's humiliation.

He charged forward with a death wish!

Fortunately, the club members who rushed back restrained him, fearing that Minister Sato might get seriously injured by this guy who appeared out of nowhere.

He could shoot through targets and stone walls with a bow and arrow, and he could kill Minister Sato with a single punch.

Stay calm!

Fushimi turned to look at Sato Takeru. Although he felt no remorse, it was still a little unreasonable to have broken someone else's bow during a mere contest.

He hadn't expected the bow to be so useless.

It turned out like this because I used a little too much force.

I guess I still have to use recurve bows and compound bows...

The traditional longbow, with its fancy but ultimately useless design, should have been abandoned long ago.

After thinking for a moment, he took out his wallet, took out 10,000 yen and threw it to the other person as compensation for breaking his bow.

After all, in his view, this was just an ordinary Japanese bow that had been used for many years and was not made by a master craftsman. If it was just for repairs... this price probably wouldn't be enough.

However, since the other party started the trouble first, it was best to give a token amount to settle the matter and avoid being held accountable later.

"Sorry, I used too much force."

Sato's anger, which had been somewhat contained by his fellow club members, flared up again when he saw the money Fushimi threw at him.

You get paid after you play? That's just...

This thought was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, crushing Sato's already fragile nerves.

His vision went black, he made a gurgling sound in his throat, and then fell straight backward.

"Minister, Minister!!!"

Incredibly, he actually fainted from anger.

The members were in a panic.

Fushimi looked at the unconscious Sato. The obsession on Sato's head, which was the size of a table tennis ball, had grown to the size of a tennis ball and showed no signs of dissipating.

Unexpectedly, the prize pool is still accumulating, which is a good thing.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry.

He glanced at the broken bow and the 10,000 yen on the ground, then gently shook his head.

Having achieved the goal of obtaining the key and having taught Hoshizaki Rina the basics of using spiritual vision, there was naturally no reason for her to stay any longer.

After remarking on how fragile Tokyoites are, he turned and left.

As for the little drama unfolding in Takeru Satoh's mind, he was naturally completely unaware.

"Oh."

Having just come to her senses, Hoshizaki Rina put her hands on her hips, feeling refreshed, and jogged away with Fushimi.

Clearly, there was no place for her in the archery club anymore.

"Iori, wait for me!"