Today was a shooting practice. Now, this part I thought I would enjoy, maybe because I was already good at it. The late-night training Jina pushed Misha to get me seems now will be worth it. Jina’s aim was decent at best, all her skill went into fighting, but this—this I was good at.
My smugness was, however, short-lived.
“Doesn’t matter what you have learned so far, forget all of it,” he said while handing me the gun. I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
That just made me do it one more time. He huffed, one of those tired, insufferable huffs before he started to show me how to stand, correct my posture. I followed his instruction to the T.
I raised my gun to the black sheet target several feet away and pulled the trigger. He watched me from behind and, no matter how correc
