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In this clear mind of mine…
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whing
This is the goal I would like to aim for.
"Asahina!" Hinomori's voice ripples out. "That was amazing! You're always amazing, but that was… incredible!" When I look over, her smile is feather soft.
"Ah, thank you, I…" My voice is always breathless, but this feels… "Thank you."
She is infectiously cheery, gently holding my wrists. "Please, you must be proud of yourself! Your posture was so elegant, as elegant as a flower, and you drew your bow so delicately."