"Nope." Mirabe''s calm voice floated over as she nudged the brim of her hat up, squinting with her left eye while peering through the scope with her right. Her rifle was trained on three targets.


    "Ah... I thought you would," Lisa said, blinking and whispering.


    Next to them, Howard''s lips twitched at Mirabe''s ''no,'' thinking she must be quite the braggart. iming she could show people a thing or two without any practice. Tsk.


    But then, Howard''s eyesnded on Mirabe''s shooting stance, and to her surprise, it looked pretty professional. As she pondered this, Mirabe''s finger squeezed the trigger. A crisp sound followed by the rapid session of bullets, ending with a sudden, loud impact as they all hit the bullseye.


    She was shooting in rapid session, so all five bullets struck their mark. The onlookers widened their eyes in amazement.


    "Wow, she''s a pro! Hitting all the targets in rapid fire like that, and it''s not easy."


    "I just did single shots, had five chances, and missed only once. I was feeling pretty good about myself until now. This... this is on another level."


    "The way this girl handles the gun is textbook, exactly like what the instructor showed us. She must have practiced before."


    The murmurs of the surrounding crowd reached an incredulous Howard, snapping her back to reality. Hadn''t Mirabe just said she hadn''t practiced? How could she hit all targets in rapid session on her first try?


    With aplex expression, Howard looked at the distant red bullseye, thinking about her own practice. Her single-shot firing had hit the targets, but not the bullseye even once. So, was this girl showing off on purpose?


    Feeling annoyed, Howard didn''t want to listen to the various praises from the male students anymore. She turned and walked back to her group.


    After finishing, Mirabe stood up, handed the rifle to another student, and walked aside, dusting off her clothes.


    Lisa hustled over, humming and hawing, "Mira, you''re too cool, managing rapid fire and all. The instructor didn''t even teach us that. And you... still im you haven''t practiced?"


    Mirabe nced at Lisa, her delicate chin slightly lifted. "It''s only twenty-five meters. Isn''t it just about having hands? Do you even need to practice?"


    Lisa: "..."


    Feeling a bit insulted, Lisa gave a forcedugh. "Sure, thanks. I''ll keep practicing," she said, feeling


    defeated and not wanting to talk


    anymore. If she could do it,


    sw nove


    wouldn''t have missed her shots.


    "Gotta hit the bathroom," Mirabe said, then walked over to the instructor to ask


    for a break.


    *


    Not far away, under the shade of an


    oak tree, Wyatt held a pair of binocrs, standing a step behind and to the right of James. On James''s left stood a rugged-looking man in military uniform, exuding an air of disciplined authority, a middle-aged man.


    The man''s hands were sped behind his back, his gaze


    continuously fixed in the direction of


    the field James, tell me, why did


    you suddenlye to Prestige College to be an instructor?"


    He had been away on a mission recently and had only found out upon his return that this kid had used his name to sneak into Prestige College as an instructor.