A bustling crowd, flickering lanterns, and steaming hot takoyaki stalls.
The night market at night is filled with people wearing yukatas playing around.
And below the archery range, more and more spectators are gathering curiously.
When they looked up at the young man on stage with a slender figure and handsome face.
They discovered that in his hands, the arrows were released one by one, effortlessly hitting balloon after balloon.
His posture and charm were enough to make many yukata-wearing girls admire him.
Uesugi Sakura is now the focal point of this area.
"Hey, hey."
"Didn't you say no one could hit 20 arrows in a row?"
In the resting area of the shooting range, the stall owner's plump face lost its golden smile.
He looked worried.
Host: "Logically, yes, it should be impossible."
"What do you mean 'logically'? This logic is gone now! He's hit 15 arrows!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than the sixteenth balloon burst.
"..."
