Chapter 30 Sniper Rifle (2)
"I'm not that great with snipers, but I do know a lot about them… Like, I have really shaky hands, and as you can see, my concentration isn't the best… but you'll have to bear with it for now," He finishes his sentence before flipping the sniper around and switching the safety back on.
It seems she accidentally flipped off the safety… somehow.
"So I'm sure most of you want to stay out of direct combat, which is why you picked the sniper rifle… So, you'll either be in a prone position or the sniper is set up on a wall…." He says before flipping the sniper back around and laying his stomach on the ground.
Everybody watched intently, even the pistol group, which was only a few meters away from us.
"This is a prone position where you still keep your hands on the rifle, but you're minimizing your surface area in order to avoid the line of sight of an enemy,"
He then flips off the safety and explains the proper form that we all mentally took note of.
After explaining the proper form, he placed his cheek against the stock, closed his left eye, adjusted the position a bit, and fired.
BAM… Ding
This time, he hit closer to the center than before.
"All of you, try it out with your rifles and NEVER point the barrel at somebody, even if it is as a joke. If I ever catch you doing it, I'll have you suspended for a month,"
I mean, I knew it was serious, but I didn't expect it to be that serious.
After a few minutes, it was finally my turn to try the sniper out for the first time.
I initially picked it out since it would be a perfect match for my intelligence, but I also had an outstanding concentration… plus, my hands aren't that shaky.
"Well… Guess we'll find out~" I muttered before taking a prone position and setting the stand up.
I then shuffled my body a bit forward, placed my cheek against the stock, closed my left eye so I could focus all my attention through the scope… and then…
Pew…
The suppressor on my rifle made it sound more like a pistol rather than an actual sniper rifle, but what I didn't expect… was that the sound was much quieter than I had anticipated.
It might not even be as loud as a regular pistol. It may be on the level of suppressed pistols.
But, I didn't hit the target anyway, so I should focus on fixing my aim rather than worrying about the sound level.
"Mr. G!" One of the kids behind me shouts as I stand up.
"Yes?!" He shouts back as he is at the shotgun group, which was farther away.
Are they seriously learning how to use a shotgun with a target that far-
And as if the gods wanted to fuck with me, the target suddenly dipped under the ground and then reappeared much closer than any other target.
"Psh,"
"How much higher should we aim due to bullet drop!?" The boy asks as I line up behind him.
"There is no fucking bullet drop! Do you see how close you are to the target! If you can't hit the target, that just means you're shit!" The teacher shouts back in anger as it seems the shotgun group pissed him off.
We also didn't have to calculate the wind as we were in an enclosed room.
"Well damn," I muttered as everybody else in the sniper group chuckled to themselves.
The boy's cheeks flushed red before one girl stepped up to have her first fire with the sniper… or so I thought.
BAM… Ding
Bullseye… Straight bullseye.
It was the same girl from before who had accidentally flipped off the safety, which, now that I think about it more… is pretty impossible.
So as everybody gawked at her while she walked to the back of the line, I asked her something.
"Why'd you flip off the safety?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," She responds, not even glancing at me.
She had short, light blue hair but creepy pale gray pupils that I hadn't even seen blink once.
She was above average in terms of looks with her clear white skin, but she wasn't anything on a celebrity level like most girls in this school.
"*sniff*... *sniff*,"
Apparently, she also has allergies.
"Yo, you gotta tissue?" She asks.
"I'll give you one if you answer my question,"
"I told you I don't know what you're talking about,"
"Yes, you do,"
"..."
"..."
"*sniff*... Fine. I was just really excited to feel a new sniper. I've only used a few old military ones my grandpa let me shoot… *sniff*,"
It seems she isn't lying…
"Well, fine," I respond before turning around.
"Hey, what about the tissues?"
"Don't got any,"
"Wha- So, you just scammed me,"
"Sure,"
"Geez… *sniff*... *sniff*,"
Her sniffling was a bit annoying, but I didn't have to deal with it any longer as we soon moved on to some other practices with our guns.
And after those practices, we took a break, so I thought the class was about to end… but to everybody's horror, we were forced to do cardio.
"Alright, five laps around the edge of the room. If you start walking, I'll have you add another lap. If you finish last, you'll have to do another lap as well,"
And with an evil smile, he clasped his hands together before we started jogging.
Physical movements under zero pressure was heavenly as my stamina was actually really good, but it quickly drains under pressure… but one person was definitely struggling the most.
I had already lapped her once and was about to lap her twice to finish my jog.
"Yo, you struggling there?" I ask the girl with light blue hair and pale gray eyes.
"*sniff*... HUFF HUFF… Nah… HUFF HUFF… It's my allergies," She responded with a bit of confidence, but when you glanced at her face, you could see her exhausted expression.
Her cheeks had collapsed into her face, and there were dark bags slowly forming under her eyes.
"HUFF HUFF… Why the hell would a sniper even need to run…? *sniff*... HUFF HUFF," She mutters as she desperately claws at the air as if she was trying to find something to pull herself forward.
I chuckled at her silly movements.
She's pretty funny…
"What's your name?"
"*sniff*... Aisa… What about you? *sniff*,"
"Orion,"
"Cool… Now go away. *sniff*... I need to concentrate,"
"Sure,"
I chuckled a bit before finishing my four laps.