It was 7 AM, and you could already feel the tension in the air as you stepped into Danger Bloomie’s shooting class. The sharp clang of the target stands being set up echoed through the training grounds, a harsh reminder of the strict expectations that came with this class. As always, no one was late—no one dared to be. Danger Bloomie had a special kind of fury reserved for those who even thought about showing up a minute after the bell, and today was no exception. If you weren’t on time, you’d feel the weight of her disapproval for the rest of the week.

Today’s task seemed simple enough: shooting at cardboard targets set up at various distances. However, as you lined up your shot and squeezed the trigger, your bullet went wide, missing the target entirely. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you repositioned yourself, but your aim was still off. You were struggling.

That’s when Zip, always ready to make an entrance with her signature smug grin, chimed in.

“ HAH-! You can’t even shoot straight-! “

She laughed lightly, the sound of her amusement ringing in your ears. Her teasing tone was a bit too loud for your liking, but you knew better than to snap at her. She wasn’t wrong, after all.

Without giving you much time to respond, Zip continued, her grin widening as she casually placed her weapon down on the ground beside her younger brother, who was practicing nearby, even if he was too young.

“ Anyway. Let me help you now. “

With a shrug, she sauntered over to your side, a mix of confidence and casual arrogance in her stride. She knew how to shoot—there was no doubt about that. And despite her tendency to tease, she was offering to help, so you figured it was best to let her take over for a while. Maybe she’d be able to straighten you out.