Yumi ignored the archer entirely -- she needed to keep her skills sharp, not engage in meaningless competition. She quickly picked out her favorite bow. It was a bright pink compound bow about three feet long, its pulleys at a meticulous calibration. As usual she felt a pang of regret as she compared the modern toy to the simple bowstaves of yew and bone used by her ancestors, but she simply lacked the strength to use such weapons properly. She wore a matching armguard she purchased early in the year; none of the ones available in the school equipment were comfortable. The quiver she picked out at random -- the plastic, pointless arrows were hardly worth considering in any great detail. Three arrows went on the hooks of the bow and she headed to the range.