Chapter 26 – My father is a police officer

Taro's POV

 Today is my father's workday as a police officer. This is going to be an opportunity for me to ask him to teach me how to shoot with firearms so I could be an exorcist. So, while we were having breakfast with my mom and younger sister, I asked him, "Hey, Dad, can I come with you to work?" My father then stopped eating and glanced at me. "Why?"

 "I want to learn how to shoot a firearm."

 "Why? Do you want to be a police officer like me?"

 "Well…yeah, sort of."

 "Okay then, but you have to wait until you reach your legal age to do so."

His statement shocked me. "What?"

 "You can't do that, son," my father seriously responded. "It's dangerous to use a firearm."

 "But…I watched a lot of action movies." I persuaded back. 

 "Movies aren't the same as reality, son."

 "Okay, fine, I admit it."

 "What?"

I took a deep breath and responded boldly, "I want to be an exorcist."

This surprises my family.

 "An exorcist?"

 "You want to be one?"

 "Big brother?"

 "Yes," I answered back, "and my PE teacher and classmate inspired me."

 "They did?" my mother asked back.

 "Yes, remember what the principal said?"

 "You mean, a yokai is said to have caused a mass hysteria at your school?" my father asked me.

I looked at him. "Yes, and those two people are my inspiration to be an exorcist."

 "I see. Well, if that's the case, okay, I will allow you to hold and shoot a firearm. But, under one condition: you must use it for your purpose, got it?"

I know that my father is a bit stern sometimes, so I replied with strong determination, "Yes."

 "Okay, finish your breakfast. We will go to the police academy this morning."

And so, after breakfast, my father and I went to the police academy so I could begin my rigorous and hard gunnery training. There he took me to the shooting range and talked to his former firearms instructor. That instructor wanted to talk out of it, but my father insisted on my behalf. Because of this, he accepted and gave me my training equipment and a simple pistol. After I put on the equipment for safety, the instructor helped me on how to hold and aim the pistol. He told me how to hold it properly. I did what he told me, determined to learn the basics. Then, he showed me how to shoot the target with it. Of course, I was willing to practice it until I mastered it. And so, I continued practicing my shots under the watchful eye of my father and his former firearms instructor.