Chapter 51：Shooting (2/2)

”Yman bro!”

His voice was so loud that even the other trainees around had to take a glance at him. When they noticed the most hated person, they scoffed at Yman.

Yman disregarded them and walked towards Bob's direction.

He also noticed Chloe together with her deity Jazz sitting on a bench near the shooting area, she was talking with the other girls from their class. Looks like she made some friends already. But for some reason, she was having a red face and was trying to shake his head and hands in between her and the other girls.

It was easy to guess what their topic was. He used to read some romance novels inside the facility. It was his way to divert himself away from the thought of suicide.

Yman was thinking that they might be having some girl talks. It's not uncommon with girls of such age to have such conversations.

He wondered if Yana was not ill, would she also have an interest towards a person of the opposite gender? After all, his sister was a cute and beautiful girl also.

Yman immediately disregarded the thought and chose to forget it without a second thought.

He believed that Chloe just finished her shooting practice. A magic-based pistol with blue color was hanging on her waist, inside its holster.

When Yman finally neared Bob, his guess was proven right. Bob had successfully advanced to level 3. And right now, all his attributes had increased a lot and so his mana. However, his strength and vitality had greater growth than his other attributes. This is normal for someone like Bob who had a physically fit body, and most of his activity before the advancement was based on strength and endurance.

He could only envy this guy. His physically fit body, had now glimmering, this is one of the effects after a successful advancement of a magician.

On the other hand, Yman's CE is almost at the peak. Probably, he believes that after the training it would reach the peak. So he was excited also for his coming breakthrough.

When Yman checked his mission tab after he woke up, he noticed that killing the Noble Rat was not counted in the list of total Evil Rat killed. Maybe because it was an evolved form, and since his mission was the Evil Rat, so killing monsters other than that would not be counted.

Yet a question from Bob stunned him: ”Yman bro, what happened to you? You look like -- you are dying!”

”Wha — ?”

|What an insensitive person!| Yman screamed inwardly. However, Yman knew that Bob didn't mean bad for what he just said.

He knew that Bob is the type of person who's not concerned about his choice of words. But mostly he did not mean ill with his words.

After noticing the stunned face of his friend: ”Ah - aaaah, I - I didn't mean for you t-to die bro. I - I'm just kinda...” Bob hastily explained with a stammering voice after he noticed that his words might sound rude to Yman.

”Haha. No, don't mind it, Bob. The truth is, I met with an unexpected bad luck yesterday while mapping the area of my mission.” Yman said with a can't be helped gesture.

”Hah, I - Is that so? Then how's your progress?” Bob sighed in relief when he felt Yman was not angry with his remarks. He really was trying to change his way of talking but sometimes it would come out unexpectedly from his mouth. Especially when he felt excited or tense.

Yman sighed and said: ”Not bad, I guess. Although I killed one in difficulty.”

Bob forced a dry smile. He knew how Yman had zero mana. And had to rely on his channeling talent. In any case, what is a channeling talent? Even Bob has no idea what this talent can do.

Not only him. Even Yman himself was not quite familiar with it. Because the logic behind it was whenever he used it, his stamina would be consumed.

In these thoughts, he assumed that he was channeling his stamina as a substitute for his mana.

Regardless, after their small talk, and before their 20 kilometers run started, Yman excused himself first and went into the shooting platform. He really wanted to increase his accuracy.

He saw some magic-based training guns, bows, bowgun, throwing weapons, and etcetera lined accordingly on a long table in front of the shooting platform.

Yman did not decide long as he picked the bow. He checked on it. It was a normal wooden bow bind with a garter on its handle for a stable gripping.

He took a quiver of arrows next and positioned himself in front of the shooting platform. He adjusted the target at 10 meters distance only since he was not proficient enough as a range magician.

When everything was set. He readied himself and inhaled then exhaled three times. He focused himself, getting rid of all the surrounding noise coming from around him. His eyes were dead set on the tip of the arrow towards the bullseye.

After relaxing his hands and the tip of the arrow well aligned on the bullseye, his hand released the grip on the arrow's tail.

The arrow travels the space between him and the bullseye in just an instant. And landed a few centimeters at the top right corner of the center.

Yman sighed. He needed more practice.