Ready, Aim, Fire. (solo)

Once again Hado had managed to find his way to the training grounds of the Quincy HQ. True, he was a fair marksman by Quincy standards already, but there was always room for improvement. The Quincy slowly formed his bow in his hand and flipped a switch that started the dummies movement. He would take this training at thirty meter intervals, not moving farther back until he managed to hit all of the moving dummies.

Starting at thirty meters out he gradually took aim and then, fired. All ten dummies were easily bulls-eyed, and the result was the same until about 150 meters out. The majority of the Quincy's arrows were still hitting the small red dot that marked the center of the dummy, but some were slightly off. He would not stand for this! He decided that it would be absolute perfection or bust! The Quincy launched off arrow after arrow, most of which colliding with the red dot that was intended but there was always that one pesky arrow that didn't meet its mark.

Fifteen minutes passed and he had finally achieved hitting all then of the dummies in one ten arrow barrage. The Quincy attempted this twice more, making sure that it wasn't a fluke.

He was satisfied with that and moved back another fifty meters but also adding another measure of difficulty. It wasn't the hardest thing in the world to hit dummies moving in a straight line, so, at the press of a button they began to move in all directions. Forwards, backwards, left, right, even up and down. And here was where the guess work began. The Quincy would have to learn the movement patterns of the dummies while shooting off arrows.

So he began, actually narrowly missing a few of the dummies at first. It was the hardest form of target training that Hadoland could think of, outside of actual combat of course. So there the Quincy stood for the next hour, not satisfied until he had managed to bulls-eye every last dummy. But the Quincy still wasn't satisfied and he would move back another one hundred meters.

Remembering every bit of training from his former mentor he fired, his arrows slamming into the edges of the dummies. Hado gritted his teeth and kept at it. Hours were passing by and he still hadn't achieved his goal, the only fruit of his labor was that his arrows were managing to hit the green area of the dummies and a what appeared to be a rash on his hand. But the Quincy would persevere until he had achieved absolute perfection.