Felix remembered his younger years.
Back when he proudly held an actual revolver in his hand just to brag before the other children while standing in the large Ashenlocke training grounds.
At that time…
Little Vera had just finished training alone.
Her white training shirt was stained lightly with sweat, while strands of black hair rested against the side of her neck. Even as a child, she barely spoke to anyone. She simply just stood there quietly with that same unreadable face that irritated Felix more than anything else.
And because of that expression…
Because of the way she looked at people like nothing around her mattered…
Felix hated her.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The revolver barked repeatedly.
Smoke burst from the muzzle while the recoil shook Felix's arm.
Yet…
Every bullet was cleanly weaved around by Vera.
Not a single shot touched her.
The thing that confused Felix the most back then…Was the fact that he wasn't firing randomly.
To him…
