Prompt: "My request is that Shirou summons Tomoe Gozen, and she acts as a mother figured to him, and both of them are bonding while training archery" — Mune
He was empty. He was his bow, he was his arrow, he was his target. He was going to fire, he fired, he had fired.
The arrow struck its target with a loud thwack. Bullseye.
"Good," Archer said, rubbing his back. "You're getting better."
Shirou nodded, beginning to nock another arrow, but Archer's hand pushed it back down.
"Let's stop for today," she said. "You've done well. Let's go have dinner. I'm cooking."
Her red eyes belied a warmth greater than any fire she could conjure.
"Okay," he acquiesced. "But I'm helping."
"You can clean," she allowed. "But I'm going to treat you tonight. No helping."
"Unfair..." he muttered, but said nothing more. She patted him on the head a few times.
"You'll make a girl very happy some day."