My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Trigger Part 2
Nakata demonstrated the proper stance, showing how to hold the weapon securely while maintaining balance. He might have been petty, but he was disciplined enough to teach the right way.

Asher copied him, carefully observing the subtle changes in the stance and grip.

He focused on how the mercenary shifted his weight and adjusted his fingers on the trigger. Each small detail mattered.

Nakata felt annoyed as Asher quickly picked up the basics. Despite his dislike for the kid, he had to admit Asher showed exceptional potential. If not for stealing Lucy from him, Nakata would have been pleased to have such a talented student.

Before long, Asher had the stance down, fingers steady on the grip.

“Not bad, but holding a gun and actually shooting it are two different things.”

“Now, pay attention—next up is shooting.” He quickly drew the gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three shots fired in quick succession, each one dead center, forming a single, perfect hole

“You see that, kid? Not everyone can do this. Only the top 0.001% of mercenaries can pull it off,” he boasted, enjoying the moment. In this department, he knew he was far superior.

‘Why is he bragging so much?’ Asher wondered to himself. His initial impression of the mercenary as a disciplined instructor now seemed misguided.

The man’s arrogance overshadowed his skill, and Asher couldn’t help but question whether Nakata truly understood the value of humility in teaching.

Little did Asher know that Nakata was usually a very serious and disciplined person; he was just venting his anger.

“Now it’s your turn,” he ordered.

Asher stepped forward, his eyes on the handgun resting on the table. Just as he reached for it, Nakata’s voice cut through the air.

“Stop!” he barked, causing Asher to pause.

Nakata then stepped closer, and reached past Asher to pick up a different handgun, one that was noticeably larger.

“This one is better suited for you,” Nakata said, handing it over.

Asher nodded and accepted the handgun. He then walked toward the target range.

‘Once you feel the recoil, you’ll be humbled,’ Nakata chuckled inwardly. He knew that the weapon he picked could easily cause an accident for someone who had never shot a gun before.

Asher pointed the heavier handgun at the target one hundred feet away. He wasn’t an expert, but he sensed this one would pack more power.

The target was a standard paper silhouette, its outline dark against the bright background.

As he aimed, the target looked smaller and more challenging from this distance, but it was still close enough to be visible.

‘All I have to do is hit the red dot, right?…’ His thoughts trailed off.

Suddenly, he recalled how Nakata had shot, adjusting his stance to absorb the recoil.

While some might have missed it, Asher’s quick reaction time made everything appear slower.

He instinctively leaned back and tightened his grip, ready for the jolt. It felt as if he had already learned this lesson through observation.

His finger pressed firmly against the trigger, feeling the slight resistance before it gave way.

BANG!

The bullet sliced through the air, and the recoil slammed into him. Luckily, he had prepared, keeping his grip firm to absorb the impact.

Nakata hoped for something amusing—like the gun flying toward Asher’s face, but he ended up disappointed.

‘Lucky brat,’ he muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

His gaze turned to the target range, and his eyes widened at the sight of a hole close to the center.

‘How?’ That was his first thought.

Even if the kid had a natural talent for marksmanship, it was impossible to hit so close to the center—especially with a gun that was infamous for its low accuracy.

‘It must be beginner’s luck—a lucky shot, that’s all,’

“Do it again!” he ordered.

BANG!

Asher repeated the process, and Nakata hurriedly looked.

This shot was now closer to the center.

“What are you doing? Don’t stop—empty your magazine!” Nakata commanded.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Shots echoed, and Asher quickly adjusted to the recoil.

Nakata stood speechless. Out of ten rounds, two hit dead center, and the others were close.

Asher’s performance was approaching Olympic levels, and with a standard handgun, his accuracy would have likely been even higher.

‘Where did she find this kid?’ he wondered, slowly realizing that Lucy’s choice hadn’t been made just out of emotion, as he had initially thought.

However, his pride still prevented him from complimenting his rival’s achievements.

“That’s passable, but don’t get cocky,” Nakata said. “Keep practicing with handguns until you’re comfortable.”

Asher nodded, genuinely believing that his performance was poor, especially when compared to Nakata’s earlier execution.

It didn’t occur to him that the mercenary had decades of practice while he had only just fired his first rounds.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

With each shots, his confidence grew, accuracy sharpening as he tested different handguns

But then the weapon stopped firing. Asher checked the magazine and saw it still had bullets left.

“It’s called a jam. I’m going to teach you how to fix it, but before that, I’m going to cover the basics again,” Nakata interjected.

He should have started with this lesson, but his desire to prank Asher had made him skip it.

Nakata motioned for him to come closer.

“First, let’s disassemble the handgun. Pay attention.” he demonstrated, removing the magazine and pulling back the slide to reveal the inner workings.

“This is the recoil spring and the firing pin. Keep everything clean and well maintained.”

Nakata continued, “If it jams, clear it quickly. Remove the magazine, then pull back the slide to eject any stuck rounds. Check the chamber for obstructions if needed.”

“Finally, reload and aim again,” Nakata instructed, handing the weapon back .

Asher followed the instructions and executed them flawlessly.

Once he’d practiced enough with the handgun, Nakata moved to the next level. “Now, let’s try something with a bit more power,” he said, setting an automatic rifle on the table.

Asher approached the weapon, feeling its solid weight in his hands. It felt different and promised more firepower than the handgun could provide.

When he fired the first round, the rapid succession of bullets sent a surge of exhilaration through him.

He adjusted his stance and grip, mastering the recoil with each shot. Once he felt confident, he began experimenting with different models.

This place was a great training ground; it had nearly every type of gun imaginable.

Days blurred; three days passed in an instant.

Even Nakata, who had always disliked Asher, grudgingly admitted that he was teaching a monster.

‘Why do I feel like Lucy sent me this kid just to brag?’ Nakata thought.

“You’ve got the basics down. You’re passable,” he commented, still unwilling to show his acknowledgement.

In reality, Asher’s accuracy was extraordinary, enough to land him a job in elite forces.

If Lucy had been there, she would have been shocked by his rapid improvement.

She believed Asher’s reaction time was what made him special, but she didn’t realize his ability to grasp concepts was equally exceptional.

If she learned this, her opinion on how long it would take him to master his supernatural abilities would change.