Fernanda entered the room holding a suitcase and Kay's suit.

"Your gun is in there. When you take it back, leave it in the suitcase!" Fernanda said, as she handed him the equipment.

"Okay!" Kay replied.

He put the suit on over his clothes and inspected the gun before reloading it.

"A SCAR... should be good for you!" Fernanda commented with a slight smile.

"I hope so!" Kay said, carefully fitting the silencer.

Fernanda went to the control panel and activated the targeting system. Kay positioned herself at a suitable distance, taking a deep breath to concentrate.

Meanwhile, two reporters were discreetly watching from the entrance, unseen.

"I thought we were going to leave!" one of them whispered, uneasily.

"Our reporter instincts are telling us that something is going to happen, let's watch them!" the other whispered, as she adjusted the camera to record Kay's training.

— You can't record military training, we'll get scolded! — the first one replied.

— If nothing else happens, just delete it! — insisted the blonde reporter, determined to capture something interesting.

Back to training, Fernanda gave the instructions:

— Since it's your first time using a firearm, we'll start with stationary targets. Try to hit as close to the center as you can.

— Okay! — Kay replied, adjusting his posture and concentrating.

As soon as the targets appeared, he fired the first shot. The bullet hit the target a little to the side of the center.

— It was a nine on the first try, very good! — Fernanda praised.

Kay analyzed the impact and commented:

— The recoil isn't that great. Even if it's a little destabilized, you can still hit the target... this gun is perfect!

He then focused, quickly firing three more times. With impressive accuracy, each shot hit the center, scoring a ten.

Fernanda smiled, pleased with Kay's progress.

— Impressive! — Fernanda commented, surprised by Kay’s skill. — Kay said

— I’m going to shoot at the stationary targets, but moving the gun at the same time, just to see if I can maintain accuracy.

— Interesting! This will require a lot of control and stability, but go ahead — Fernanda replied, watching closely.

Kay positioned himself again, with the SCAR firmly in his hands, and began to move his arm from side to side. He adjusted the rhythm to synchronize the shots with the movement, taking a deep breath to concentrate.

When the targets appeared, he fired at the first one while moving the gun. The shot hit close to the center, and he quickly adjusted to the next target, repeating the shot without stopping the movement. Each bullet seemed to achieve impressive accuracy, despite the extra challenge.

— Not bad, Kay! You’re hitting the target well even with the gun moving! — Fernanda exclaimed, impressed.

— But I think I still have to practice more so I don't miss those millimeters. — Kay replied.

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— With that skill, you'll go far. If you keep training, you'll soon be even better than some veterans. — Fernanda said, satisfied.

— Those millimeters can be fatal... give me a minute! — Kay said, closing his eyes to remember the movements he had just made.

He visualized every detail, every adjustment that could improve his accuracy. After a few moments, he opened his eyes with a new determination.

— Now I understand what was missing. I'm ready! — Kay stated confidently.

— Okay! Since you didn't hit the center, let's continue with those, but I'll move the targets a little to change their locations. — she said, adjusting the control panel.

— Perfect! — Kay replied, returning to position herself with the SCAR.

He adjusted his posture again, holding the weapon more firmly. The next shot hit a little closer to the center, but it still wasn't enough.

— This is frustrating! — Kay muttered to himself.

Concentrating, Kay took a deep breath and prepared for the next shot. He aimed, closed one eye and, in a quick movement, fired. The shot hit the target right in the center.

“You got it!” Fernanda exclaimed, smiling.

Kay fired a few more times, each bullet hitting the center. He felt like he was in tune with the gun, each shot more confident than the last.

“This is amazing!” Fernanda said, looking at the targets.

“Now that I’ve gotten the hang of it, I want to try it with moving targets!”

“Great idea!” Fernanda agreed, adjusting the panel again.

Kay changed the gun’s cartridge.

“Let’s go!” Fernanda said, activating the moving target mode. “Get ready, they’re going to start moving now.”

“You know, Fernanda, it’s the same thing as last time, but now the targets move, not me!” Kay said.

He quickly analyzed the movement of the targets, preparing for the next shot. The targets moved unpredictably, but that only increased his challenge.

Kay took a deep breath, adjusting his focus. When a target passed, he waited for the right moment and, when he saw the opportunity, fired again. The bullet hit the center.

He continued to shoot, increasingly satisfied with his performance. The moving targets became less intimidating as he got used to the rhythm. Fernanda watched him with a smile of pride, noticing the progress he was making in such a short time.

"You really have talent, Kay. If you keep it up, you'll soon be one of the best shooters," she praised.

"Okay, the moving targets are gone. Now I'll move as they move!" Kay said.

"Do you really want to do this? This is already the level of an elite sniper, very experienced!" Fernanda exclaimed.

— If I fail, it will serve as research material — Kay replied, determined.

— True, but that can also be dangerous! — Fernanda warned, raising an eyebrow, skeptical about the idea. — Are you sure you want to try this?

Kay smiled, full of determination. Fernanda thought for a moment and finally nodded.

— Okay, but let's do this in a controlled manner. Safety is the priority here. If you feel uncomfortable, stop immediately.

Kay nodded, ready for the next phase of training.

— You can activate the targets, then! I'm going to move!

She adjusted the panel again, and the targets began to move in different directions, while Kay also prepared to move.

Kay began to move, keeping the SCAR in position, his mind focused. He fired as he moved, trying to maintain accuracy even while moving.

The first shot missed the target, but that didn't discourage Kay. He took a deep breath, adjusted his aim, and fired again, hitting a passing target.

"Good job!" Fernanda praised, her voice full of enthusiasm. "Keep it up!"

With each shot, Kay felt his adrenaline rise. He knew he wasn't just testing his skills; he was challenging his own limits. He fired again, this time hitting another target while moving fluidly.

"I'm starting to understand how this works!" Kay said, the excitement evident in his voice.

"Remember to keep steady!" Fernanda reminded him. "The movement shouldn't affect your aim." Kay adjusted his approach, incorporating Fernanda’s feedback. He concentrated, trying not only to shoot, but also to control his movement while aiming at the moving targets. With each successful shot, his confidence grew.

“I’m done!” Kay announced, satisfied.

Fernanda stopped the targets and watched.

“I don’t know how many shots went wide, but you hit very few off-center. That means you hit the middle more than you missed!” Fernanda said, with an encouraging smile.

“I see, so even from a distance, I can still hit ghouls with both sides moving! Sounds useful!” Kay said, handing the gun back to Fernanda.

“I thought you would keep going until you had 100% accuracy!” Fernanda commented, surprised.

“I wouldn’t say 100%, but I’ll evaluate it anyway!” Kay said, pointing to her head.

“Okay then!” — Fernanda replied, removing the cartridge, the silencer from the gun and activating the safety catch. She put the gun and the items in the briefcase.

— Let's go! We already have material to publish! — whispered the blonde reporter, as she left.

— Okay! — said the other reporter, following the same path.

— How many cartridges can you get for this gun? — Kay exclaimed, curious.

— We have them here in stock. You can use them on missions! — Fernanda replied.

Kay thanked her and left. The scene changes a little more at dusk.

"I can't stop thinking about that. I swear I tried, but I can't be happy for you, Mira!" — thought Kay, sitting at the bedroom window, watching the moon.

The next morning.