Excuse this triple-post, but I'm convinced this one needed it's own post.

Day 16 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing! Every day until Christmas, I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length. Next Arcana is the Devil. There isn't any character with this arcana so naturally it's a free day for me! So [b]obviously[/b] it's fanservice. With my favorite bara.

Basic updates and schedule can be found [url=https://arcvalerik.titanpad.com/1?]here[/url]!

[hider=Day 16]None of the other members knew why but a group of students were playing strip archery. Rokoru, Sato, that Akira guy, and Saya were mid-way through the game, pelting various shots down the range at different targets at different distances and positions, all of them at various degrees of clothed.

Sato and Akira wore the usual uniform with a few changes here and there. Sato, while good, still missed some shots and had ended up removing his socks, shoes, jacket, and the pocket watch he wore looped around his pocket. Akira had only actually removed a pair of sunglasses he had when he messed up the shot where he had to get just outside the bullseye due to being too perfect. Saya, being the complete worst shot, had failed a majority of the shots, but was saved from falling from grace due to her fashionista tendencies. First it was her first pair of socks, then her second, then her first hair clip, then that second clip, then her wristband, then her winter overcoat, and [i]then[/i] she took off her shoes.

Rokoru, being the rather lazy fellow he was, got a disadvantage: he only had four articles on. Shoes (which he for some reason didn't wear socks with), pants, shirt, and uniform coat. Getting to the fifth (in his case) and final article, the undergarments, was considered when you lost if you were to miss another shot after getting down to them. As he was partially sick, his skills were lack luster when he needed them most, and he quickly found himself stripping. Shoes were the first to go before the coat. Then came an important decision: lose the pants or go shirtless? Having had a recent series of shirt-based wardrobe malfunctions, the boy went with throwing off his trousers and being the first to show serious skin. The pair of boxers he wore covered his hips and everything private around it perfectly, but everything below, such as his thick thighs, were easier than easy to see as he poised up for his next shot.

Everything went according to plan for him, and after him was Saya. She fumbled the shot as usual and quickly threw off the scarf she materialized from beneath the layers of clothes she had on. Sato went next after they decided on the next challenge and managed the shot perfectly fine, as did Akira immediately after Sato. It was back to Rokoru in no time flat. As he lined up his body and aimed his bow down the range, the cold air that swept through the volume of the old building sent a shiver down his spine, and the resulting shake messed up his focus and ruined his shot. The arrow lodged itself just right of the marked area and everyone around them [i]oooh[/i]'d in unison as Rokoru looked down at the hairs on his legs judgingly.

Saya turned around on-heel 180 degrees, hands covering her mouth, at the mere sight of Rokoru lifting his shirt off his body. She had been dying nearly the whole game due to Rokoru and had regretting even agreeing to play, but the full splendor of Rokoru's chest and biceps being revealed to her like that just took the cake and then smashed it into the grounds. Everything beyond his arms weren't even that great but maybe it was the attitude and air he had about it that ruined her so much. Maybe it was the strong booty game he had going on too.

Akira snickered at the embarrassment of the situation, glad he managed to capitalize once again on Rokoru's over-confidence. A variety of different emotions and sounds came from everyone in the room, except Sato, who averted his eyes out of respect for his superior. The boy's entire upper body dripped with small amounts of sweat that came from the exertion of drawing his bow's string to its full potential. The same thing went on again; Saya pulls off magic tricks to make more accessories to take off, Sato barely gets it, Akira aces it, and it's back to Rokoru again.

His focus became even worse from both being colder and knowing that a bunch of people are staring at all of him except the most private parts. It was expected by everyone that he'd miss the next shot and there were only disappointed [i]awwwwh[/i]'s. Though, the fact that he technically lost for he had no more garmets to take off didn't stop him, for Rokoru's pride was simply too great after having gotten creamed by Akira multiple times in the past weeks. In the heat of the moment Rokoru's hand shot down to the waistband of his boxers and started to rip them off, but Sato himself bravely leaped at him and attempted to keep Rokoru's privates private. Eventually the older boy breathed a sigh of defeat and pulled his boxers back up completely before grabbing his clothes and shoes and changing into them as he sulked to the door and out.[/hider]

[s]And before you say it Sword, this one isn't late as I drove into a different timezone for the holidays and it's twenty minutes to midnight where I am.[/s]