Dragon Team Barracks, A few years prior
It was night time and the military barracks laid in peaceful silence, now relatively empty as most soldiers were already preparing to rest.
One area, though, remained filled with activity. Continuous gunshots echoed across the semi-open air shooting range, particularly audible amongst the quiet fields surrounded by dense forests.
The one holding the gun had soft delicate hands, and she was supported from the recoil by strong arms flushed behind her. These same strong arms held up her supple arms, keeping them stable and in position.
After shooting, she narrowed her eyes at the target brought back by the carrier.
Her hit rates ranged from 6 to 8 points and she frowned. She had been here for so long, why was her accuracy so low?
She pouted and looked at the man behind her. "So bad?"
Garan chuckled and leaned down to kiss her head. "You are already doing very well, my love."
"Really?"
