Hiding in the bushes, Flossie Wright only needed to worry about stray bullets flying over and her position being revealed, allowing her to focus entirely on aiming at the target before pulling the trigger.
It was only after she became a sniper that she began to scrutinize this profession and what she would face in actual combat.
In fact, apart from those monotonous and slightly stressful aspects, she didn't really need to face too much.
She didn't have to charge into battle with real swords and spears, didn't have to worry about being too conspicuous and targeted, didn't have to worry about enemies that could appear from all directions…
However—
Once again pulling the trigger and shooting the target that had been forced out, Flossie Wright watched as the figure stood erect suddenly then fell straight to the ground.
Behind the scope, she let out a breath, her thoughts momentarily scattered.
It really was hot.
She glanced up, looking at the peaceful and serene blue sky.
