ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉʳᵒ⋅ || ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇᶫᵉ⋅
the scare of a demonic being residing somewhere on the island, commanding people he had called his clubmates. albeit, he often called them his underlings, but it was all out of love. takumi was the president of the dueling society, how could he let the members of his club be taken under control of some succubus? he believed he hadn’t had much of a choice to save them since they had vanished before he even woke up, but there was still that small part of him that urged him ‘you could have protected them,’ ‘it’s your fault you lost most of your club.’ he had to take down the succubus, he had to free them all.
luckily for him, he wasn’t the only one at hiraeth academy who knew how to fight -- he managed to recruit himself a group of people, all pretty able-bodied and rather skilled. a group of six people, including him. nam, a healer who could also manage to take some damage and soak it up for the rest of them. blake, an assassin who could get the group out of a bind, while she can still fight and manage on her own. keith, a fighter adorned with some fiery powers -- though he may not understand them entirely, it’s still a great addition to his skills. corrin, his ‘brother’ who was the reason for so much suffering in takumi’s life... though, he was a great asset: skilled with a sword, and could turn into a dragon when things got dire. and he had even made an ally of robin, as a teacher, he must have the skills that could assist the marksman in rescuing his fellow classmates.
the six had to train, they all knew that, to hone their skills as quickly as they could to assure that none of them fell during the upcoming battle. they trained to make sure they were good at their each individual skill and couldn’t possibly falter during any dangerous situations. during one of their training sessions, takumi had seen something dash around a corner away from them, presumably in fear.
『 shhh -- 』 he shushed the group, pulling his fujin yumi off of his back and putting his hands into position to shoot if need be. he bent his knees and hopped his way over to the corner where the shadow disappeared behind. takumi gestured for the group to come closer so he could make sure he had backup in case anything went awry. some hand gestures at the gang, before he hops to turn and point the bow around the corner --
『 agh -- ! 』 his arms scramble to grab for something, anything that will help prevent the fall that he just so clumsily caused. the bow dropped to the floor with him, and he just hoped that he hadn’t harmed it in any way. he rubbed the back of his head below his ponytail; that hitting the ground before the rest of his head definitely didn’t alleviate any of the pain. a moment later he realized what had just happened -- he’d fallen in front of his entire group. takumi, the one who had organized this entire group to take down the enemy, takumi, the hero of hiraeth -- he just fell to the floor while trying to seem cool. the marksman stood up, retrieving the bow off of the ground, ignoring any chatter that might be coming from his group... 『 ...shut up. 』 he said, despite the fact that he wasn’t paying any attention to the crew. he wasn’t going to let himself lose his cool. 『 it happens, okay?! 』