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baka-neko.livejournal.com) wrote in
31_days2006-09-26 08:51 pm
[26 Sept][Eyeshield 21] Zanshin
Title: Zanshin
Theme: Game and set to you, Quicksilver
Series: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Tamaki, Sakuraba
Rating: G
Takami took up kyudo for a short time. There were many benefits to it; not least the mental focus and concentration required, or the precision required. In its own way, it was as demanding as rugby; and the release of the arrow was almost a relief. You put yourself in the arrow, until the breaking point -- and then came the arrow's release, and then zanshin, the remaining body or mind.
There was a deja vu feeling of the strain of the full draw, the phantom feel of the hawk feathered arrow against his cheek. Across the green, backlit against the sun, Sakuraba running to an invisible point--
Hanare. The ball flew.
Sakuraba's knees dipped a fraction of an inch; then he exploded up and forward effortlessly, one long, tanned arm curving up. Tamaki glimpsed the flash of white teeth before Sakuraba completed his spin.
The fletchings of the arrow quivered, deep in the heart of the target.
Zanshin.
Only and always, the body remained.
Theme: Game and set to you, Quicksilver
Series: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Tamaki, Sakuraba
Rating: G
Takami took up kyudo for a short time. There were many benefits to it; not least the mental focus and concentration required, or the precision required. In its own way, it was as demanding as rugby; and the release of the arrow was almost a relief. You put yourself in the arrow, until the breaking point -- and then came the arrow's release, and then zanshin, the remaining body or mind.
There was a deja vu feeling of the strain of the full draw, the phantom feel of the hawk feathered arrow against his cheek. Across the green, backlit against the sun, Sakuraba running to an invisible point--
Hanare. The ball flew.
Sakuraba's knees dipped a fraction of an inch; then he exploded up and forward effortlessly, one long, tanned arm curving up. Tamaki glimpsed the flash of white teeth before Sakuraba completed his spin.
The fletchings of the arrow quivered, deep in the heart of the target.
Zanshin.
Only and always, the body remained.
