The following Monday, weather: Clear.
Last night was really a bit rough.
Uesugi Sakura, carrying a bow bag, walked to the school entrance's school trip meeting point on the damp ground, looking listless.
In his hand, he also carried a black suitcase filled with clothes.
"Uesugi, why do you look a bit off?" Seisuke Yooya helped him put his luggage into the school bus and turned to say.
"My head feels a little dizzy." Uesugi Sakura took off the bow bag from his back and put it inside too, saying lazily.
Rather than lazy, he looked more like he was unwell.
Uesugi Sakura suddenly sniffed.
"Caught a cold?" Seisuke Yooya asked.
"A little."
"Then should you perhaps skip the school trip for now? Get rid of the cold first."
"No need." Uesugi Sakura, half-opening his eyes, waved his hand to refuse.
Seisuke Yooya examined his tired face closely, "Resting for a day or two isn't a big deal, we can practice shooting form on our own first."
