"And I'll kick your ass, too!" Yumi called back laughing as she dissapeared into the girl's room.<br/><br/>The physical education class this period was Martial Triathlon. Simply due to the limited interest in the fields, unarmed combat, kendo, and archery had long since been merged into a single class. The enrolled students could change their focus within the class day by day or even minute by minute if they wanted, although it was often the case that the archery students were less comfortable wandering than the unarmed and kendo devotees enjoyed mingling. Fred-sempai, an American born student at a nearby university, worked in the gym as a means of keeping his head afloat. The man was an incessant chatterbox, friendly, self-assured, capable, and mean as a rabid dog when crossed. He handled the unarmed training, ranging from wrestling to simple brawling moves to the more popular simple martial arts native to the East, as well as handling the kendo students. The class was officially taught by Hanatorou-sensei, an aging instructor that provided a calm counterbalance to Fred-sempai. Sensei headed up the archery students and taught the more advanced martial art concepts (armed and unarmed) to the handful of students that made it that far. It was often the case that students taught eachother as much as anything.<br/><br/>To the regulars, Yumi was known as, quite simply, the best damn archer in the class, and probably in the school. So far the fools that try to claim the title have been told that they're welcome to it, while Yumi goes through a regular practice of increasingly smaller targets at increasingly longer ranges. No one has been confident enough to claim the title for longer than fifteen minutes.