My father didn’t seem to be the most rational human at first ghough I suppose that would only be something to care about if one was a human. At the very least I finally knew what my actual surname is… I holy never even knew I had a hyphen within my name.Wait, would my father be so random with how he seems, the mention of a cigar hidden uhe gun seems silly unless it’s hinting to something which would most likely be the boxes both have a hidden partment. Wasting no time I pulled the first box back to i; pulling the two ons out to feel along the edges revealed a slight divot. Not noticeable to an adult but enough for my little fio sink in.Using that little bit of leverage - I mao pull the ‘floor’ of the crate out - in order to reveal what looked like another book. The title of this wasn’t even trying to be iing as it proudly stated in bck letters upon a bck cover “Languages Uand, Purpose & Creation” which made me feel sleepy just from reading it.Knowing my mommy would no doubt be useful; she always loved hiding things that were immensely powerful but to think my father would help like this.Perhaps I didn’t fall too far from the tree?Soon my eyes id upon that ‘useless on’ once more; with narrowed eyes now that I couldn’t help thinking about my supposed father. Just then my new father spoke up, makiurn to see him still casually looking at his holopad. Him still scrolling through the news. “Your father was at a level with their revolvers that I ’t even pare them to a gold medalist in parison.”I wonder if I could be that talented?Makes one wonder just what exactly the system is-

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  << Ao {query}.[“Just what exactly is the system”] From {user}.[Armor-Cordis Mantis] >>

  << When One Refers To System They Usually Refer to [REDACTED] But There Is Also The System Which Will Be/Was Introduced To The Humans Of [REDACTED] Trapped IED]; {user} Likely Refers To {software}.[BITCH] For Which Query Was Made To >>

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  What… So what that has told me is the system isn’t the same as the previous one which was used with Love Heart O something new for myself?Although it wasn’t a lot, it was still very useful information, just like the fact it could answer my thoughts unlike what I knew from that other system.In parison - it could be stated that the system I know from my past life was less effit - it requires oo call out ands… Not that I will think any. I do not wish to be bombarded by notifiessages at the moment. Speaking of that system; this robably the sed oed which begs the question what the initial system beiioned was.One may find it surprising that the ‘BITCH’ knew all about a ‘game’ that did thus sider my hypnosis incorrect yet that “Will Be/Was” could be sidered a dead giveaway.This also suggested this ‘father’ of mine was responsible for the game… Intriguing.

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  << {software}.[BITCH] ecialised Version Made From The Blueprints of [REDACTED] Which Were Also Used To Make The Exact System {user} Theorised Called {software}.[Project_Third_Child] >><< This Specialised System Uses {user}’s Nature As A Half-Energy Based Lifeform To Impnt A Set Of Instrus Using {item}.[Transpnted Rapid Assimition Protocol (TRAP)] Onto {user} To Aid In Uanding Growth >>

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  Is that it?

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  << Just Grab The Practice Revolver Already >>

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  …Alright then.“Is something wrong?” My adoptive father said from behind - makiurn to look toward him to see a tinge of worry in his gaze. Likely misuanding my silence; simply him a bright smile caused any ao wash away from him. “Am fwine fawther - jus’ twinking!”Still, there was a lot to think about such as the information that I was noposed “half-energy based life form” which begetted a lot of following questions. I was certain that I was a human in my first life and that belief had been strengthened with the cooperation from those two from HERO; who helpfully spyed my guts across the persian rug.This simple, off hand, ent from the BITCH did greatly help me firm some worries I myself have developed with this new body such as why I didn’t breath. That gem on my forehead likely wasn’t an or yet its purpose alluded me for now.At this moment I should just focus right in front of me; more questions would be a useful way to pass dinner with the family.For now… It’s time to see just how good geics are.Slowly l my hand I felt the ess of the on against my skin allowio realise that it felt more like a pstic chassis than a metallie. This robably to lighten the weight of the gun, however, lifting it up from its foam prison was satisfying. The weight is still quite hefty for my little hands.Right at that moment I heard a pleasant *ding* simir to the ones mentioned in interviews with pyers all the while a fshing message appeared in my peripheral vision.

  <>Notification<><>Notification<><>Notification<><>Notification<>

  Although I wished to go ahead with trying out my oy, I also found my curiosity getting the better of myself, hence couldn’t help letting that notification reveal its secrets to me. Once more using that system window that was steadily growing to be familiar to me.

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  << Obtained {on}+{css-item}.[Baby’s Erste Schusswaffe] >>

  << Unlocked & Equipped {css}.[Baby Gunslinger] >>

  << Gained {skill}.[Ameliorating Gun (Talent)] >>

  << Gained {skill}.[Range Finder (Passive)] >>

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  So the surprises keep growing…Even if it told me that it was based on the game’s system and its purpose was clearly to help in havirained up for the ing chaos, that was different from seeing this. Obviously I uand the enormous be this provided me over everyone else who existed (not only other pyers) heless I had to carefully decide how to best make use of this iure.I decided to uantly ignore looking more into that to instead lift the firearm, or as I now know thanks to the notification, [Baby’s Erste Schusswaffe] while overlooking the raurning over my shoulder I looked at dad with a grin on my face. “Am gowna twy et out!”“Go ahead.” He said gruffly - in a kind of snort - howbeit still tio watch over me eagerly yet obviously still very much filled with caution.There was hardly a need for me to agonise over this, so, I narrowed my gaze over the various targets located within the field in front of me. Evidently there were a lot of both circur, person & animal shaped targets with the ‘critical spots’ clearly marked upon them with various crimson circles. Each target at a different range as well as height no doubt to give the best test possible.Somehow I instinctively knew just the things to be aware of with holding my gun; releasing my grasp to not shake my grip while bending my arm & shoulder slightly. Ensuring no part of my arm was tensed but still guaranteeing the recoil doesn’t get out of trol - allowing easy follow up shots in addition to establishier accuracy.BITCH was even showing its worth as I somehow instinctively uood the dire that the wind currents were ing from, strength of those currents, gravity, distan addition much more. It wasn’t overp & certainly wasn’t something someone would be uo figure out by themselves with no equipment. Even if not to the same degree of precision.That didn’t mean I could just pick up a gun, fire said firearm and then expect that I would hit a target miles away with plete ease. Far more went int accurately. Yet I had a feeling that the previously mentioned feat would be possible after three test shots. Believing this, I pointed my gun towards a fairly close circur target which I fired at with a rather light *PAM!* that was so light ear prote wouldn’t even be needed. A pink trail of smoke actually followed behind the bullet. This trail was seemingly added by my birth father… That whole ‘father’ thing was starting to get fusing so I’ll just refer to my adoptive father as daddy like a rich daughter would.Anyway, the trail greatly helped view the path the bullet travelled thus allowio make meaningful adjustments to my training, not that I o. The bullet was only ever so slightly off the mark to the fact that one wouldn’t even notice it - my fath- daddy gasped upon seeing I hit a bullseye on the first try. That wasn’t enough for me, though, si was only a target a few metres arodigy…” I heard mumbling from behind. heless I paid little attention to him for oruthfully I found great enjoyment in ging my stance ever slightly to see the effey shot. This time I went for one a few hundred metres at. A difficult shot even for someone experienever mind with a gun like the one I was using - having a very slow bullet speed (ively impag not just ra accuracy).Bringing my thumb to the hammer I heard a satisfying *click* as it turhe der for the bullet to take its rightful pce. A sound that was soon masked as I softly pressed upon that trigger; not pressing down but lightly squeezing.*PAM!*All in all I think I did quite well sidering the bullet, although not hitting the tre of the target, mao hit the right side of the fourth ring out of ten.At this point, daddy was audibly gawking at the possibility that a five year old girl was even able to hit a target that far away. Although merely hitting “close to the tre” wasn’t impressive enough for me - there was still clear room for improvement based on this.Turning my [Baby’s Erste Schusswaffe] I aimed for a target (betweeher two) in order to trial what I learned from the two extremes in order to see a clear improvement. Following another *click**PAM!* I saink trail fly out to hit the tre of the target heless there was something else that I wao try. “You’re mifted than even your father!” For once I heard genuine unmasked pride & joy from daddy but I did not reply to him with more than a grin. Swivelling back to do my ‘final test’.I brought my other hand forward to rest over the hammer - squaring my stah eyes narrowed to the targets in the distance. Finding some good animal & person shaped targets I decided to waste no time. My left palm moved down to feather that hammer with a satisfying *click* as I also held that trigger down this time.Sure enough a *PAM!* echoed out the muzzle -I didn’t take time to ensure I hit ‘the bird’ I aimed at - as I alternatively moved the barrel to point toward a wolf shaped target. Pulling my left hand bace more to create a *k* followed by a *PAM!* due to not lifting my hand from the trigger of the gun; again turning my revolver’s snout toward a target.The third target was humanoid but I paid it no mind; still this third time didn’t work so well as my left hand had ended up getting lost during pulling back the hammer the sed time. This cost precious time as I was forced to readjust regardless that nice *click* was followed by a *PAM!* before (yet again) turning to what may have been a target based on a big cat of some variety.Due to repositioning my hand, I got that immediate responsive *k* then…*click* *click* *click*“Ah… Et mus’ ‘ave been a siwx shoo’er …” My shock over my own stupidity had even caused me to unsciously mutter. The obvious misception I had made would certainly have been costly if this was some kind of real sario whether a petitiunfight. Still, I did not stay stuck up on that, si would be a problem I would iron out with time. Instead I turned around to look at daddy whose eyes were practically gleaming. Immediately I wanted any advice he could give me since his hobby obviously lined up with my new found one - not to mention that Porshi had quite the extensive firearms division maybe due to that.They weren’t the number one ons manufacturer in the world yet they had a sizable k of the market. Thus, he must have certainly known his way around the world of lead.Sure enough, after shaking himself out of his stupor, he returo his usual austere-self as he overlooked the sight of my handiwork. Making me admittedly nervous. His hollow pad, which he was no doubt using to check work emails, was long gone bato his breast pocket to focus entirely reviewing my performance like a seasoned coach. “First of all; you should holster a gun you no longer io fire.”“Ah!” Hurriedly, I tried to holster the revolver. Obviously I wasn’t wearing one - nor did I get one - so I found myself looking around before shoving it bato the box. In the er of my eye - I saw a twinge in the er of his lips that he soon suppressed before I tinued on with his evaluation of my performance. “First three shots were fine as you wiped your arse after the sed oh the fourth also being fairly good. But, the problems started after that. The fifth shot nearly missed the target and if it were an actual wolf it would have charged you down to chew you up into pulp; you would have only made it angrier by grazing it like that. As for the sixth shot…”He visibly winced in disgust before tinuing on. “That was nothing short of an amateurish mistake which would have gotten you ughed out of a you took p. Ign the fact you even tried to make a seventh shot, something I’ll ensure you fix, you clearly hesitated in transition to make sure you didn’t make the same mistake. Don’t. Do. That. It just shows a ck of fidenstead you should focus on training so that it doesn’t happen iure.” “Yes daddy!” I replied despite his harsh criteria - which would likely have reduced a normal five year old into an endless stream of tears. Daddy, of course, knew I was tougher than that hence didn’t hesitate to tell it how it was in order to absolutely ensure you get rid of my bad habits. He showed pause upon hearing me call him ‘daddy’ but there was no sign of refusal - something he would no doubt give if needed - hence we were in the green for the distin betweewo. Rather than piually moved his left wrist up at the same time as pulling his cuffs down to reveal a rather fancy watch (Porshi branded of course).“It is time for dinner. I’ll o discuss something with the rest of the family yet, if we have time, I’ll show you how to maintain a firearm afterwards.” Sternly telling me as he turowards the manner without looking at me; I showed ation in grabbing my boxes to follow behind.“Yes daddy!” I, once again, excimed merrily.