" Are You The Silent Type ? " [Private, Yuukinan]

Another day, though this one was filled with a bit more vigor. Rather than spending his morning moping around and walking like he was aimless, he decided today would be better if he went and partook in some shooting practice. So he headed off to the range to get ready to fire off some rounds. What he was doing was essentially a basic drill to him. He had a basic 9 millimeter handgun, nothing fancy. With five loaded magazines already filled with bullets. He inhaled, then exhaled and pointed the gun towards the targets.

“Relax…and fire.”

A series of loud bangs were heard as he pulled on the trigger over and over, each bullet making a perfect circle around the “Center Mass”.

One more.

Now it was time to fuck around a bit. He got the longer magazine in what seem to be a flash, quickly discarding the spare and pushing the longer accessory right into the bottom of the gun. Locking it back, and cocking it, he aimed once more. Another consecutive series of shots made right along the target. He seem to have a rather steady hand, and the recoil was easily being dealt with. Shells of the bullets left to bounce right off onto his arm and against his eyes, which were safe since he of course was wearing protection.

Though the Center Mass was actually hit around this time, and there were holes along the outer rim as well to mark how well he had ended up shooting. That being said, he was done with target practice at that point and decided to just finish up the time that he ended up paying for. Sliding another fresh magazine in and firing off more rounds, and then discarding that one. Washing, rinsing, and repeating. Just putting several bullet holes all inside of the rings of the target and not one time out of it until he eventually ran out of ammo and pulled the target up to him.

I’m getting a little better every day.

He smiled to himself and then went to remove the target and take it home with him. Once that was done, he would throw it inside of his house and lock the door back and now look for something else to do. The shooting range was always a fun time, even back in the day where he wasn’t as skilled with a fire arm and nearly took off his own head. The training he had to endure a while back wasn’t filled with too many good moments, but in the end he was able to achieve it well enough. That level of efficiency that wouldn’t so much as just please his clan, but please him as well. He wanted to become that strong, that fast, to do whatever it takes to defend and stand up against the beings that he’s still a bit shaky on. Demons and the like, whom all are by default viewed as impure and disgusting beings until they show otherwise.

For now though, he won’t lose himself in all of that hate. As he’s out on his off day, a day for him to just relax. So now he’s just looking all around for something, anything. Perhaps even a person of interest that might end up catching his eye.