"The target is me, and I am the target. The great I, whose boundaries as an individual had blurred, will draw my bow."
It's amazing how can one simple book make you feel a whole spectrum of emotions. And most of them are very raw and moving. As you can see from digesting the book, the author really improved and it's really really beautiful. I seriously cannot express how much Tsurune means to me. It's approach si so humane— aside from the kyudo words, and concepts which are racking my brains because I am not a kyudo practitioner— that it makes me choke on my tears some times. I love them all so much! They're so young and full of hope. I wish I could also find something that will make me feel like a dead person if I'm not doing it; like how Minato stated that 'he didn’t draw the bow to win or to train his body; he faced the target to breathe. Breathing was the proof of living. Therefore, on the days when he wasn’t holding a bow, he felt like he was dead.' And I think that's wonderful.