Sitting on the training ground we listened to the professor lecture about all kinds of weapons. How to use them, striking, swinging, stabbing, and so on.
"Now that we're finished with the lecture, are there any questions regarding weapons?" The elf prof looked left and right as I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Miss Silver. I think I know what you're going to ask, is it the gloves?".
I nodded my head as everyone was looking at the gloves I was wearing and wondered what was so unique about it. Their eyes filled with curiosity.
"I left it there for any student who had the mana eyes or was just lucky to have a Magical Item that can transform to a weapon the Person's desire as long as they have enough skills and mana to create it. And I can see you have those eyes, am I right?" The prof curiously looked at me with a smile as I shrugged and revealed my glowing purple eyes.
I was hiding it before but I suppose I couldn't hide it for long as it did bring me some uncomfortable situations with how enchanting the appearance of my eyes became when I revealed it.
"Indeed I'm curious what kind of effects your magical eyes have. Anyways everyone spread around and picked a dummy to practise your weapons. On Friday we'll be having a scrimmage with each other so you have three days left to train. Good luck" The elf professor bid everyone farewell as he left early as everyone looked at me in envy of the item I received.
I don't blame them, this was something any beginner would search for far and why. In history heroes always had some kind of magical item.
But their envy gazes didn't last long as they all spread, some quickly skipped class while others trained with the wooden dummies.
Looking at the wooden thing in front of me I closed my eyes and breathed in and out as I imagined a gun from the other world and sure enough it appeared in my hands. Looking at my hands I saw a pure white dual pistol that matched well with my hair.
It would be irresistible to bring out something from another world, however I heard rumours from my father that in the dwarven kingdom they've been researching what they call magically small ballista In short MSB was called a gun in my previous life.
"Wow…eh I can't be standing in awe, need to train" Evelynn slapped her cheeks as she got out of her daze and resumed training with the rapier in her hand.
I just chuckled as I looked back at the dummy and took aim. Looking at the iron sights as I imagine the aim cartridge was filled with mana. Pressing the trigger a pure white mana zapped and damaged the dummy but not pierced it fully.
"Hmmm needs more oomph" I looked at the damage and was rather disappointed but nevertheless I had high hopes I can improve this pistol of mine. Cheering myself up I continued practising my aim until I got tired.