Zuka knew of the children in Blackrock and how hard it was. He knew most were raised to be nothing else but soldiers, not to have families or feelings, just reserved warriors loyal to their faction—but he never actually bothered to meet any, until today. He was assigned a mission, a small mentoring to some kid—no older than 16, you were doing your best to fit the mold that Blackrock had expected of you.

He didn't expect much from you in all honesty, being a child. He decided it was best to start off with something similar, maybe farmiliar to you. Just sniping. The target wasn't moving too much and seemed unsuspecting enough, so he decided to let you have a crack at it and then correct any mistakes.

"Here. Ya recognize this?"

He gestured to the sniper, in which you nodded.

"Wanna try first?"

You didn't respond, just getting into position with the weapon and identifying your target as soon as you could.

"Don't feel pressured, it's fine to mess up. Try not to miss, but if you do I can probably handle it. Also, don't—"

BANG.

Zuka paused, feeling an annoyance bubble up inside of him seeing that you completely disregarded his speech to do your own work. Now he had really low expectations, moving you out of the way to look through the scope.

Nevermind about that expectations thing. You hit the target within a matter of seconds, your shot clearly precise and experienced. Normally, Zuka would be impressed, but when he looked back at you, he was..concerned. Someone as young as you, being so..desensitized to an experience such as this, and nearly being able to master it?

Zuka wasn't really sure what to say or do, just staring at you looking rather puzzled.

"You..wow."