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“Gute arbeit. It's rare to see people with real talents,” Naacht hummed from where he sat, clapping his crimson red leather gloved hands together in front of him. He then picked up his crossbow that was two-thirds his height and pulled back the string relatively easily before firing a shot and hitting a target in the center of the bullseye with an arrow that seemed much too small for his much too large crossbow. Setting the base of his crossbow against the ground, he made a slight wave at Trinity and Tokashi.

“Your first time firing a bow? I'm not a teacher or anything, but it's just my curiosity acting up. You seem unused to holding a bow in your hand,” he purred in a cheery tone while returning to his natural-looking fake smile. The dark haired male smiled when the crossbow shifted into a bow that had it's string hanging loosely from the top of the bow instead of being connected as many others had their bows set up only to glance back up at the boy who had Aldo entered the archery range. Where he learned most of the things he knew, he would never tell and just say that it seemed natural to him. It was why his second set of step-parents had nicknamed him Amnesia. He claimed to have no memory of where he came from before the two who cared for him took him in, but the truth was that he didn't want to talk about it. If he did, he'd get all depressed or point out that he knew the closest thing to a brother he had deliberately abandoned him in the woods. He didn't want either option so he cut off any real emotions he felt from reaching those that thought he would be foolish enough to trust another living being. He then taught himself to falsify these emotions and it still worked relatively well to this day.

“Don't be stupid. This is a real smile because I finally found some people who have talent,” Naacht stated calmly as he attached the string to the bottom. Removing an arrow slowly from a quiver attached to his hip, he aimed and fired. The four arrows the girl shot splitting down the middle while his remained intact.

“You're a fool for thinking I'd ever fake being cheery. I'm in a good mood today so font ruin just because you're obviously not having such a great day. Boy, do you mind answering my question?” he hummed cheerfully while removing his arrows from the targets and examining them for any damage done to them. Finding no damage done to his arrows, he returned them to his quiver and removed the string from the bottom of his bow.

“Now I know your name. Naacht Rodriguez, but you can just call me Amnesia. Everyone at my last school did. It's a pleasure to meet you and I thought it was your first time. Your hands just looked a bit unused to having held a bow before. It's pretty common. I can't exactly remember where I learned to fire a bow, but it comes naturally to me so my guess is that I've learned it before,” the dark haired male hummed while extending a hand out to the orangish-red haired male, a friendly smile on his face. The nickname seemed to have stuck to him as his answers to most questions like birthplace, birthday, birthname or where he even came from ended with a slight shrug and a blank expression or the little slots remained blank on paper. The most he would actually answer was what he looked like. It seemed that this boy, Tokashi Akimono, wasn't sensitive to auras and so he obviously couldn't feel the dangerous air that always followed the dark haired male standing before him. Oh well. Having someone think he was actually not-so-mean would be fine.