A/N: Fixed some grammer issues in the previous chapters + added a little poll at the end of the illustrations page, so go check it out if you like, I'm curious about people's tastes.

During this chapter, I left some footnotes for some gun terminology, so people aren't too confused.

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The exit wounds of the wooden target smoked, leaving a trace of burnt wood that radiated into the air. 

Everyone around me stood still silent, before snickering once again.

"Ehh... Why does he look so proud?"

"The only thing he did was shoot a gun LOL."

As you can see from all the shit talking, people are no longer impressed with marksmanship. Bummer. I did it in such a fast time too. But they wouldn't understand, so whatever.

The male teacher shaked his head as he sighed.

"...Sa Dae-hyun. You know that this test is supposed to be marking your [Mana Output] and [Accuracy] right?"

"Yeah, I know. But like, I can't infuse mana in a weapon in the first place, so I just chose to focus on [Accuracy]. Isn't that allowed?"

The teacher stood still for a few moments, as he rubbed his chin pondering. Soon after, he opened his mouth again after coming up with an answer.

"...Techincally, you're not wrong. But..."

Cutting him off, I furrowed my eyebrows, as I said, "How about this? If you float multiple metal targets around 50 metres, I'll shoot each and every target dead centre in 3.5 seconds flat."

"Hmm... Alright. If you manage to do that, then I'll give you a passing grade for this segment of the test."

As the teacher pointed his arms forward, [Mana] began escaping from his fingertips, as a surge of [Wind] twirled around some metal targets that were laying down on the floor. As the targets began to float, they glided back from the start line around the 50 metre mark, and started to dance sideways slowly. 

(A/N: You can imagine it like any FPS aim trainer, like [Kovaaks] and [Aim Labs.])

I walked back to the weapon rack, and opened the hidden compartment. There were some two other magazines, and an ammo box filled with 9mm. The ammo box was slightly creased and molded, as both the magazine and the ammo box were covered with dust, just as the Glock 17 had been. I mean, after laying there for over a decade, I wouldn't be surprised either.

There was even a holster for the Glock 17, as well as magazine holsters. Whoever left this gun here clearly wanted to leave it to someone who would use it, and keep it as a sidearm. Maybe the fleeting hope that someone would pick up the [Gun] again after losing its use on the battlefield.

Clamping the holsters to my black ankle pants, I grabbed the magazines and stuffed them in. I placed the Glock 17 in its holster, which was lodged near the front right top of my pants, sitting around where my right oblique was.

Moving my feet back on the starting line, I stood still. 

"Are you ready? I'll count down, 3,2,1 and GO, and then you'll start shooting, okay?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Okay then."

I had my arms beside my sides, as I continued to hear laughing behind my back.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"GO!!!"

In my mind, it felt like a large high pitched beep resonated in my ear canals, but I knew it was just my imagination.

Lifting the front hem of my shirt with my left hand, a glimpse of my well-developed abs showed, as well as a glimmer of the Glock 17 and the 2 magazines.

Wrapping my right hand around the grip, I pulled it out, and placed my left hand on top of the right, just like before. 

The same things - a strong locked grip, with the thumbs riding forward beside the slide, the iron sights lined up with one another, as I closed my left eye, find the [Wall]¹The resistance felt after taking in the slack is referred to as the “wall”. If the trigger travels past this point, the shot will break. This is when the stored energy in the hammer or striker is released to fire the gun.and squeeze-

BANG!

Let off the trigger. Barely enough so that the sear²A sear is defined as the part of the trigger mechanism which holds the hammer, striker or bolt back until the correct amount of pressure has been applied to the trigger. At that moment, the hammer, striker or bolt is released to discharge the weapon.is ready to go again. Back on the wall. Move to the next target, line the posts once again, and squeeze the trigger-

BANG!

Next. 

BANG!

Next.

BANG!

And ne-

BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG- BANG!!!

The successive sounds of steel being hit reverberated through the field.

Chink! Chink! Chink!

In around 3.4 seconds, I placed a bullet in every steel target that was floating in the air, as they all fell to the ground with a thud. Lying on the grass were other spent casings that flew out due to the ejector. 

".....I'm done."

Breathing in and out, I took a look at the glock. The slide was locked back, as a line of smoke slowly puffed out from the muzzle of the gun.

With my right thumb, I pressed the [Magazine Release]³The magazine release is a button or paddle-style lever on a weapon that, when depressed, releases the magazine from the weapon.button, located near the bottom right of the trigger housing, as the magazine dropped to the ground. Grabbing a fresh magazine from my holster, I slid the magazine in with my left pointer finger guiding it into the [Magwell]⁴A magazine (mag) well is the area of a firearm into which magazines are inserted., as I heard a successive "clink!" while I finished inserting it with my palm. Riding my left hand back up to the gun, I quickly used my thumb to press the [Slide Release]⁵A slide stop, sometimes referred to as a slide lock or slide release, on a semi-automatic handgun is a function that visually indicates when a handgun has expended all loaded ammunition and facilitates faster reloading by pulling back the slide or depressing the slide lock to advance the first round of a new magazine.located under the steel slide, in line with the polymer grip. The slide then slammed forward, as it carried a new round of 9mm into its chamber⁶Chamber: The portion of the "action" that holds the cartridge ready for firing.. Placing the Glock 17 back into my holster, I picked up the spent magazine on the floor, and put it back in its magazine holster.

Everyone was silent once again, before slight murmurs spread through the crowd.

"..Ha...Ha...I mean... It's just a gun after all..."

"Still not impressive..."

...I know that these fuckers are super biased against [Firearms], but they're realllyyy starting to piss me off with their yabbering.

No... I can't place a bullet in their heads, or else I'll be immediately expelled and sent to jail...

Damn it.

Interrupting my intrusive thoughts, the teacher patted on my back once again.

"...Hmm... I'll give you a passing grade. Nice job. AND WITH THAT, THE TEST IS NOW OVER! Head back to your dorms!"

As the students dissipated from the grass field, I quickly went back to the teacher to ask him a question.

"What is it?"

"Can I keep the gun?"

"Eh? Um, sorry I don't think I can allow i-"

"Tell me who the hell would use this? Rather than just letting it rot in the cabinet, isn't it better if it's used to save other people lives?"

"...Fine. You can keep it."

"Thank you, teacher."

......LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Ahh... Finally, in both lifetimes, I FINALLY own a firearm. 

I felt small tears streaming down the side of my cheeks, as the feelings of happiness gushed from within me. 

Hmm? Why do I feel someone's looking at me?

Sofia locked eyes with me, before looking away with an expressionless face.

...What's her problem? 

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A/N: If you somehow have no idea what a Glock 17 looks like, here you are.