Gun Theory

"Welcome. Welcome. Welcome,"

The teacher greeted all of us with a smile, and we were directed to sit in the center of the room.

Soon, all of my classmates had arrived but this class had the least amount of all of my classes for some reason.

The others had fifty to seventy while this one only had about twenty.

"Welcome. I'm glad you all signed up for this class, and let's just jump right into it. Select the gun you would like to practice with, and we'll be disassembling it,"

Oh, no introduction or anything… I already like this class.

"Miss! What should we call you!" One of my classmates shouted as a rack of guns appeared from the ground.

Part of the dirt arena opened up, allowing the white rack to come through.

"Just call me Mr. G," He says before gesturing for us to pick our guns.

Everybody charged towards the rack, but I sat back, watching what everybody was going to pick.

I could possibly determine their personalities and fighting styles just from their guns, so I don't have to run into annoying people like the red-haired bitch from before.

Most people picked an assault rifle while the remaining picked pistols, shotguns, and snipers.

I carefully watched the sniper users… as that was the gun I was going to pick.

Right now, I was clearly not ready for close combat with a shotgun or pistol. An assault rifle could've been better for me, but I'd rather sit in the back, picking monsters… or people off.

It would also be harder to plan with the constant loud gunfire. So if I picked an AR, my one good piece of me, my intelligence would've been stripped.

I was the last one to pick my gun, and I chose a long and skinny white sniper with a suppressor on the end.

"Alright… Shall we begin our training?" He asks as soon as I inspected it a bit, looking for any faults in the gun.

I wasn't an expert on it, but I wanted to make sure it could at least work.

"Okay, the order that you all will line up in front of me with is pistols, then AR, then shotguns, then snipers," Mr. G says.

We all follow his directions and line up with our respected group.

There were four snipers, including me, which made it a total of five.

"Okay, now, the first person in line, step up to the table,"

All of a sudden, four white tables rose up from the dirt in front of each person in line.

All of us were a bit surprised, but eventually, the people in front stepped up to the table and placed their guns on it.

The teacher then began to instruct how to take a part of each gun and assemble it when needed, but he also added a comment to the sniper rifle group.

"This is just for practice, but you won't be dissembling your rifle or assembling it ever. Unless there are certain circumstances…." He says, and I quickly took note of it.

"Uh, Mr. G! You said 'unless there are certain circumstances,' so what are those certain circumstances? I'm just a bit curious," The boy in front of me asks.

"Hmmmmm… Well, if you ever get the chance to infiltrate the enemies base, you can disassemble the rifles, which are a pain to put back together,"

We all took a mental note.

The rest of the class proceeded smoothly, but we never got to use the guns once.

It was mainly covering how to hold the gun, keep it safe, store it, and disassemble it.

But towards the end of the class, he edged us with the topic of tomorrow.

"The bell is about to ring but, I'll tell you that tomorrow, we'll cover how to use your guns in synergy with your close combat weapons. Of course, that is for everybody but the assault rifle group and shotgun group," He says, and just as we were about to ask more questions, the bell rang.

This is fun…

I made me towards the library as I wanted to take a break from fighting in the dungeon.

I wanted to study up a bit more on the red-haired girl's family, so the library was the perfect place for some peace and quiet.

"I heard you were tardy to your first period," The librarian says.

It was the same grandma as always…

"How did you know?" I ask as I sit down at one of the tables which had a few computers on it.

"I'm the one who oversees the attendance of every student in this school… and you were the only one who dared to be tardy on their first day of school," She chuckles to herself.

"It wasn't intentional. I had stuff to do," I replied before switching on the computer.

"*sigh*... And what was this… 'stuff'?"

"Stuff…"

The librarian clicks her tongue before returning to working on her computer.

After another few hours, the sun had set, and my brain was completely fried.

"I should probably slow it down on the dungeons," I muttered before making my way to the cafeteria as I was not only exhausted but starving.

Once I arrived, I ordered my food and sat down at a table with Findir, who this time kept an eye out for the red-haired girl.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even try to figure out her name…." I muttered, leaving Findir with a dead-panned expression.

"Seriously?"

"Uh… Nah, I know it,"

"What a liar… Her name is Bella. Pretty easy to remember, right?"

"Yeah, but her squid-like face is even easier to remember,"

We both chuckled to ourselves before bursting laughing with each insult we flung at her.

Eventually, we attracted so much attention that Bella, the red-haired girl, came running up to us with a balled fist cocked behind her head.

FWOOSH

But just before she could punch me, Findir swiped up his hand, creating a blast of gray wind to send her flying back.

I wiped the tears of laughter from my eye before glancing back at Bella, who was fuming in rage.

"Oh, you're right, she is built like a toothbrush,"

Findir tried to keep his serious facade… but couldn't help but snicker at my comment before elbowing me in the stomach.

"What the hell," I say, holding my side, and he just gestured with his eyes.

I glanced back at Bella, who the headmaster of the academy restrained.

The fragile old man grabbed her wrist, which had conjured a fireball but even when she threw her arm, her shoulder just dislocated as the headmaster continued to smile… creepily.

"If you want to challenge somebody, please do it in the VR ring," He says before letting go of her arm, snapping her shoulder back into place, and leaving the cafeteria.

So that is the headmaster…

…

(Findir POV)

"You'll regret not taking my side!" Bella shouts before storming off.

I sighed before sitting right back next to Orion, who was unphased as always.

"Dude, she's going to make a move soon. I can't protect you from the law… especially when the ones controlling the law are the big families," I inform him, but his strangely calm expression didn't change.

Well, maybe it changed a little… as I saw a smile slowly creep onto his expression but was quickly suppressed not long after.

"It's fine…" He mutters.

This guy… is insane.

My father told me to never fuck with guys like this, but I hated that red-haired bitch anyway, so I hope whatever he does… completely crushes her.