Kotah had set his painted circular board on the tree, hooking it with one of his acupuncture needles. His face was void of most expression at the time, just wanting to get some work done. Stepping back a few feet, he eyed the height; he walked back about 10 feet from it, satisfied. Popping his pouch open with his right hand, he reached in and grabbed one. Between index and thumb, he launched it from his hand, tagging the edge of the board. In a frown, he kept at his attempts, most of them hitting the edge while others missed the tree entirely.
After a couple hours, he leaned against another tree, glistening with sweat, needles covering the board, tree, and ground. He was getting better, having moved into the next couple rings, but still wasn't happy. He began to round them up again for another go.
After another couple hours he sat down under a tree, holding his arm. Thankfully, what hadn't bounced off of the board was stuck in it. He looked up through the canopy, judging dusk was coming soon. He looked at the board, then closed his eyes, giving himself a couple minutes.
After a couple hours, he leaned against another tree, glistening with sweat, needles covering the board, tree, and ground. He was getting better, having moved into the next couple rings, but still wasn't happy. He began to round them up again for another go.
After another couple hours he sat down under a tree, holding his arm. Thankfully, what hadn't bounced off of the board was stuck in it. He looked up through the canopy, judging dusk was coming soon. He looked at the board, then closed his eyes, giving himself a couple minutes.