159 Don’t Do Anything

"Hey, didn't you say your shooting skills were bad?" Parkerfall suddenly remembered something. "I saw you shooting quite accurately, hitting right by their feet without even sparking a fire. Clearly, your skills aren't as bad as you claimed." "It's best to be modest. If I told you I was a sharpshooter, who knows what strange tasks you'd assign me," Calantha replied, not hiding her abilities anymore. "My father taught me to shoot. He was a police officer and wanted me to be able to protect myself. He also taught me martial arts. He used to say that if I ever joined the military, I'd be the best female shooter in the camp." And it was no lie, her father had Trained her in the best way possible and if she joined the military, they were going to even train her more and she would be called Dead Target because she’d never miss. "My dad was a soldier. He started teaching me to shoot when I was very young. He also wanted me to become an officer like him, but he passed away before I cou