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Since I'm on the verge of finishing Kalidasa's story, I decided to post Rumi's already since his story is set in the same timeline as his twin. Rumi's sports is Archery and I made few researches about it but I believe that it wasn't enough. So, please bear with the loopholes and shortcomings that you might encounter if ever you have the time to read this story.

Rumi has very different personality from his twin and I admit that it's hard to shift from the point of view of someone as easygoing as Kali to someone as stiff as Rumi. But I will try my best to give justice to this for the sake of the silent-type men out there and I hope that it would satisfy your likings.

Maybe there are two or three persons who added Kross and Kali's story to their libraries and it means so much to me. Kaya nga maski wala akong readers ay sige pa rin sa pagsusulat. Mapa-isa o dalawang reader man yan, just continue writing. Afterall, we are not writing to impress but to express ourselves.

Let's make the letters our ocean and sail onto the sea of words.

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Rumi dela Cuesta

"The first Philippine National Outdoor Archery Championships bannered by the newly formed World Archery Philippines is kicking off today here at the San Pedro Calungsod Template with 120 competing archers in different categories and we are aiming for a shot at the World Cup and Rio Qualifier at Antalya, Turkey in June..."

World Cup. The phrase boosted my drive to hit the win as I condition myself. I have to triumph this match to take a step closer to World Cup.

"And now we are going to witness the 8 competitors take into the field for the Senior Category." The announcer continued, "And first up in target number 1 from Makati, and actually the youngest among the Senior competitors, the 20 year- old Rumi dela Cuesta who had won numerous awards in different national and international Archery competitions."

The announcer introduced the other archers as my eyes focused on the target 70 meters ahead of me. Just then, the announcer asked us to get in positions. I subtly heaved a deep breath as I reached for my bow, pointing it low to the ground to nock an arrow. I heard the signal and I assumed the perfect stance calmly as I aim the target, resting lightly at the chosen anchor point. My fingers gripping the edge of the arrow opened out as I relaxed my thumb to allow the string slid off my thumb releasing the arrow and it fluidly landed a mere inch before the bullseye.

"10!" The announcer exclaimed.

I heaved another deep breath and nocked another arrow. I'm more relaxed this time, standing with the perfect stance I know would give me the bullseye. I tugged at the string, pulling the arrow to the anchor point.

One breathe in and steadied my stance, then breathed out as I released the arrow.

"Bullseye!" The announcer exclaimed and the audience roared festively. "Another 10 for Rumi dela Cuesta!"

"And now the archers will give us the last shot that will define today's fate."

I loaded another arrow to my bow and aimed after hearing the signal. This is my game. I will mark it with my name.

I opened out my fingers, the arrow sliding off against my thumb. I can almost hear the wind lashing through making a way for my arrow. There was no room for mistake.

"Another bullseye for Rumi dela Cuesta! 10-10-10!"

I am Rumi dela Cuesta and I can make the fate favor me.

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