Archery
By moonlight ray
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own LSK. Yu Wo, I seriously envy you for this.
[A/N: Reading V7 Ch2 really made me want to see more of Sun and Earth's verbal spars. So I wrote this fic with them bickering about weaponry skills, since that seems to be Earth's main insult to Sun. Out of all the Twelve Holy Knight's fighting styles, I liked archery best—although, personally, I'm not very good at it. (Like Sun, I can't really handle weaponry, haha…) And since I figured Sun would somehow find a loophole, this is the idea I came up with…]
The six young Holy Knights-in-training of the Gentle Merciful Faction were all lined up on the training grounds of the Holy Temple. Each of them held a quiver of arrows, a bow, and a determined expression. They were facing an archery range, accompanied by Knight-Captain Leaf, who was instructing their archery lessons. He surveyed the faces before him, mentally keeping track of their progress…
Elmairy, the young Leaf Knight, had been showing a talent with the bow since the age of ten, and now at fourteen, every shot of his was either directly in the bull's eye or mere millimeters away.
Desmos and Gerogo seemed to be doing okay, their arrows hitting the second or third ring at best. Chikus' shots were too wild; it was a hit or miss sort of deal. The arrow either flew too far, too close, or dug itself deep into the target.
Ceo and Creus were the ones not faring too well. Ceo, after working long hours on endless amounts of paperwork, complained that his vision was too blurry to see the target properly. The Leaf Knight took pity on the poor boy and let him off the hook.
Creus, however, had no excuse. The bow and arrow just didn't want to cooperate with him. It was better than his skill with the sword, sure, but it was still below par. Even after all the others had hit the target at least once, Creus' shots remained in a seemingly hopeless situation.
Georgo peered over his shoulder at his future leader and rolled his eyes. "Such weak skill with weapons—geez, you sure you're gonna live long enough to succeed the position of the Sun Knight?" he remarked caustically.
Creus snapped back, "Well, when you're bleeding to death and I refuse to heal you, then we'll see who'll live longer!"
Georgo smirked. "Yeah, I forgot. Someone who can't handle weapons is not suited to be a holy knight at all, but rather a priest!"
"Hmph, if you're so sure of yourself, then I'll bet you three silver ducats that I can hit the bull's eye in a single shot," Creus challenged.
Georgo shrugged. "I've got nothing to lose,"
Smirking, Creus focused on gathering water element. Slowly, a large puddle of water began to form at his feet. Picking up his bow, Creus confidently loaded the arrow as Gerogo raised a cynical eyebrow.
Creus held up his bow and fired the arrow up into the sky. As it came back down, it plunged into the depths of the puddle, creating several rippling concentric circles. Before Georgo could say anything, Creus pointed at the arrow smugly and said, "You see? My arrow's in the dead center! You now owe me three silver ducats!"
"…"