“I have never advocated war except as a means of peace.” - Ulysses S. Grant
After we went hunting, Garrett recommended me to the other hunters to keep hunting with them. With mothers approval obviously. Of course, some had their doubts, so we held a marksmen test to see if I'm worthy enough to keep hunting.
I, of course, loved shooting rifles, they always bring me an exhilaration that is almost indescribable. I have loved guns since I was born (the first time)
We made a makeshift firing range, with targets going up to one kilometre, and the targets, being small pieces of wood the size of a pint glass.
We had one of the other hunters who had a pretty good shot go against me.
The marksmen test is set up so that two people have to range their targets by eye, and then zero(1) the weapon. Since we are using standard scopes with no rangefinders, we have to do this by eye, a neutral party will have binoculars to see if the shots hit. the only problem?
I am going up against a hunter named Tyler, and the chief hunter Edgar is looking at the shots
Tyler was a 20-year-old hunter at the hunters’ hut, he was blonde and was quite approachable.
There are 7 targets.
In some regular ranges, there will be ten targets, 100 metres apart, but now that there are seven, I can't just zero the weapon up by 100 metres every time I hit a target, I have to figure out the range by myself.
Tyler and I had to go prone, using a bipod to steady the rifle, we could steadily aim the rifle.
The first target was pretty close, I figured about 50 metres would do, I hit the target squarely on.
The next target was, of course, further away, but that didn't stop me from finding the range, 200 metres was roughly the distance, just to be sure I didn't miss, I aimed a little under the middle of the wood. I also ask for the wind, which can affect the bullet's trajectory.
I fire.
Hit.
The third target was only a little further away than the last target, so I decided that I would use the same zero, and just aim a tiny bit higher on the target.
Hit
The fourth target was really tiny, luckily we had really good scopes, that can go up to 25x zoom.
I zero the weapon to 400 metres, and asked for the wind, then adjusted my aim accordingly.
Hit
The fifth target had been even further than I anticipated, I wasn't even sure how far this target was, it was so small in my scope it felt as if it was miles away.
I set the zero to 700 metres, which is pretty much the highest this rifle can fire at, I adjust to wind, and pulled the trigger.
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Hit.
I couldn't believe it, how did that hit? I wondered to myself.
The sixth target was further, and I concluded that I could not hit that even if I tried.
“Edgar, I’m finished.”
Edgar and the other hunters were looking in disbelief, I had hit more targets than Tyler. Not only did this mean I could go hunting with the hunters, but I also got a hell of an ego boost, then Edgar decided to practice on this range, and hit all the targets.
I lost my ego boost.
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We worked out that I would go hunting once a week with Garrett, and I would practice at the range every two days. I quite enjoyed this schedule, it meant I could play with more guns!
I was just enjoying this life, I played with my friends, went hunting, and took lessons at the church and lived the rest of the day with my mother.
I remember a lot about my old life, mainly because it revolved around guns. I spent most of my time looking at them, firing them, or just playing games that involved guns.
That Telos guy sure doesn’t know how to erase memories.
I don't particularly miss anything about my old world, mainly because this world has the same geography, the same if not more guns, I didn't really study the politics of the country we reside in, and I don't particularly care for it either.
This mind of a child has really affected almost my entire personality, from my favourite foods, to what music I hate. The reason im bringing this up is because now im faced with quite the dilemma.
That's right.
Do I like women or men?
This question has bugged me a lot lately. I really don't know how to answer this question. Other than just wait until you get turned on by something.
I really feel that this is a valid question as someone who was a man and is now a girl should ask.
“Knock Knock”
While contemplating this question, I heard a knock on my door.
As I open the door I see my friend Jackson, whos looking quite pale, it’s about 8 pm at the moment, im wondering why he hasn’t gotten his dinner yet.
“Yuki! Fero has done missing!”
Huh?
What?
Fero has gone missing?
“When was the last time you saw him, Jackson!?”
“We were just loitering around the village, and all of a sudden he just disappeared”
“Go and tell the adults then, oh god oh fuck”
“I did, they are arming in the hunter’s hut and they want you to join them”
“Huh? r-right, I'll ask later. Take care Jackson”
As I hurriedly move to the hunters’ hut, I hear shouting in the village, it seems everyone is freaking out as well.
I entered the hunters’ shack and quickly grabbed my personal rifle and ammunition, and then asked where we were heading.
Edgar quickly said:
“Hurry Yuki, we are moving towards a bandit camp we found, once your “Sense” is a high enough level, you can detect someone just by thinking about them.”
Edgar was a tall 40 ish-year-old man, with a semi muscular body, he gave off a feeling of mystique, but also the feeling of a man of many scars.
“Yuki, you are going to kill a man today, I want you to experience this feeling while young before you head to NOSEU. You will learn about them later. Personally, I would rather not take you, but you need to have killed someone to know suffering, empathy and the cruelty of the sentient beings that roam this world.”
“Right..”
The other hunters were ready to go and so was I, but I had just gotten the expectation to kill someone dumped on me. Am I even ready for that? What if I get killed? More questions had flooded my mind.
Garret quickly said:
“It's fine, I remember when I was told I had to kill someone for the first time, not a very nice experience. But trust me, this is for your own growth.”
I quickly sucked up my worries and just told myself to worry about them after we exit the bandits camp.
We departed and ran over to the hunters camp, as white wolves we have superior stamina and agility compared to other races, and while nothing in a pack, we share our “Sense”.
Since my sense isn't developed yet, I can't really figure out what these guys are on about, they are chatting about how to siege the camp, according to one of the hunters, the camp was a small town with around 15 men, they only have small arms pistols, while we have full-on rifles. Not the usual bolt actions we use when hunting, im talking about fully automatic rifles, using bullets resembling 5.56 from my old world.
We were about 5 minutes away from the camp, and Garrett quickly said:
“Yuki, Promise me, Promise me you won’t hesitate when killing someone, just think about how these guys took Fero.”
Even though I agree with what Garrett said, I decided that it wasn’t worth it, hesitating in a bandit camp is a death sentence, I don't want to die again, not after what happened when I was shot...
Dang that hurts to remember about. All I need to do now is make sure I shoot for the head when we attack, otherwise, not even god can save you when you have lost your head because you hesitated. because you didn't check every room of a bandits house. because you thought it was a good idea to keep the doors open when exiting the bandits’ house.
I know that that is a lot to take in, but I had experienced swat multiple times because dad decided that it was alright to maybe act like a gang weapon storehouse. Fucking muppet.
So I almost know what to do and what not to do.
End of chap 3