Later, towards the later end of the practice, Haruka found her way to the archery dojo, listening from the near the entrance and ignoring the occasional glance her way.

She distinguished voices and who seemed to be doing well and who were cursing more than others and who sounded like they were getting smacked by their stringbows. Arrows clattered against the ground, thunked against boards, and whistled through the air (or in one particular case, the archer was distracted and the arrow only got a few feet).

Overall, she'd developed a decent mental map of things.