All of the back and forth talking had Naoki very confused.  He saw important reasoning with all sides of the conversation, and had really no important input of his own.  Instead he mainly stayed leaning up against the lockers, regaining his breath and his composure.  When Minoru had mentioned running out of arrows, Naoki winced slightly.  With his wrapped yumi he probably had less than twenty arrows, or<em>ya</em>.  Sure enough, when he unraveled everything and began counting the final count was seventeen.  Kyudo had always had it's roots from ancient times, but Naoki could never skimp on a good quiver, which he kept with his yumi, usually so that one of the newer members didn't end up swiping it.<strong>"Seventeen..."</strong>he said with a bit of a sigh,<strong>"...I doubt highly this would ever be the best weapon against zombies."</strong>he twisted his brow.  Still, better this than nothing he decided as his fingers nimbly began stringing his yumi.<br/><br/>Adjusting the strap on his quiver, he slung it across his shoulder and prepared the keeper hood, so none of his precious ya would escape.<strong>"I don't agree with everything that was said though."</strong>he mentioned, a statement which basically came out of nowhere.<strong>"...I think fear is important.  It allows the rat to bite the cat, after all.  Just so long as it doesn't turn into hysteria.  That said, I'm certainly no Zombie murderer.  I'm Naoki, by the way, Nibushima Naoki.  I don't really have many suggestions in the way of a plan.  The only thing I wouldn't feel comfortable doing is backing myself into a corner.  Then again I don't really feel comfortable with that girl taking her frustrations out of Zombies.  I'd like to avoid them if at all possible.  No matter how good you are, if you step on enough ants, eventually one of them will manage to climb onto your foot."</strong>he said, picking up the sharpened stick and tucking it into his belt.  Thinking back on what he had just mentioned, it sounded entirely too philosophical.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyway, at some point we should probably try to get away from this school if we can.  There were too many people concentrated in this small spot to begin with, and...I mean I never really prepared for something like this, but just thinking about it, there's so many doors, rooms, and corners, I'm not sure it would make a good fortress.  In the end we'll use what we've got, but under optimal conditions I'd figure I'd settle for something a bit more out of the way.  Something less attractive to things that like to eat other things."</strong>still, parts of his mind were still cloudy.  The adrenaline had not completely left his system, and considering the school was under some sort of cataclysmic horror-fest, it probably wouldn't very soon.