(CAMILLA)
The shot that hit the target proclaimed victory. The upturned corner of the lips showed pride and laughter.
"See you tomorrow, Alpha Conan. Thank you for a memorable morning, it was an honor." The words left my lips confident and calm, weapon in the right position, heading towards Conan.
"You're much stronger than you look." Conan took the gun, took a few steps towards the lockers, putting everything back in place.
Steady steps forward, a hand on the door handle, familiar surroundings ahead. Joy blossomed in my chest, or was it just luck? The way forward, the training is over. On days like this, practice is not long on weekends. A corridor, another door, a green meadow. Tokens between the fingers, the beep of the gate, permission to leave this place. The fingers didn't leave
