Weakness

Livian scoffed at what she had called him and took the ear plugs. He was about to reach for a gun when a fair hand held his wrist and stopped him. 

He tilted his head in confusion. "What?" 

Shera pulled the tray with guns away swiftly. "You are still learning. Therefore, you can only use a fake gun for now. Once you have advanced, you can proceed to use a real gun but with fake bullets. You can only use a real gun with real bullets if you hit the bullseye consistently." 

The unexpected rules rendered Livian speechless. What did she think he was, a two year old boy? "Drop this already, alright? I've been using real firearms since I was sixteen." 

Shera raised a brow disdainfully. "And you are proud of that? Tch, no wonder you can still miss targets." She knew what he was wondering with his darkened facial expression so she voluntarily answered without waiting for his question, "I was ten when I fired off my first bullet—a real bullet."