That awkward silence didn’t remain for long - brother stepped up at the same time as smming oable to get everyone's attention before he vociferated in an insed fashion. “What are you saying, you ’t give her such power, she’s just a little girl who ’t even remember t along her own books nevermind learn to run a pany!” “Arthur!” Mother shrieked out in warning to brother, causing the little boy to freeze up heretofore sit down quietly with a set of ched fists.Though she did turn back to daddy. “But it is true that she’s rather young to learn such things…”Meanwhile I found myself quite fused, after all as an adopted daughter, I would find myself lucky to even be supported without finding myself being sold off to some other family fains ter.If I articurly lucky - I may have my abilities reised - allowio use my talents to help out those ‘true’ desdents as a servant. No matter how he Porshi family were; I would never have expected them to willingly give me an actual share of their wealth.Yet even the pints of Arthur (who would be the most infuriated as the heir being groomed) had more to do with my capabilities due to my age as well as his own childish chauvinism. Sister looked like she wao say something - yet had already been bribed into silence due to the desert being pced down in front of her.“The boy is only a year older than her so that is hardly a , plus, the olympics takes p two years so there is little time to waste.” Daddy’s voice brought my attention back from him and away from Alexis’ now stuffed & crumb covered cheeks.Soon mother raised her worries once more with an unsure look written clearly across her face. “It’s just something she picked up so how you be sure she has talent or even finds it enjoyable enough to learn about guns and how to run a pany all about it.. Not to mention it’ll be a lot of work to do both as pared to Arthur who only has to focus on the business side of things.”“Hm… While it is certainly an issue about if it’s what she really wants,though, I assure you that talent is more than monstrous enough for it to hardly be sidered hard work.” So daddy said with a rare smile on his face as he began to use his holopad once more.In a matter of moments a hologram-formed s appeared from above - about halfway down the long table’s length - to begin to py the se of my ret practice with my father’s gift. Silence more filled the room (though this time with the mastication noises from my busy & obnoxious little sister) as the two raising pints found themselves stifled.“If oakes into at that the model gifted had a lower maximum velocity, even if we were to assume it has riffling, the precision would be far below tour standard. Although she’s not up to gold medal winning level yet… I think she will be soon and so the junior petition I pn to apply for will be an easy victory on her record-”From there he flicked to another dot upon his holopad; bringing up peared to be a website for a children's petition with the age bracket making it generous to even call ‘junior. “-her oppos being under 12 years of age shouldn’t stand a ce. I’ve even heard that ‘Kus’ brat will be showing up to take part in hopes of winning for the sed year in a row t.”“Lemmi beat ‘im!” I cheered out - arms up in the air - with aed look that I didn’t eveo pretend to have. Afterall, there were few people I wao upset more than those in Vagen, so this erfect ce to upstage their young master with ease. From my memories he should only be six or seven years old just like brother - although unlike brother and myself he would likely be attending school to show off rather than being groomed as a successor.Despite how successful he ended up being in ‘the future’, he wasn’t an only child nor even the eldest child in the family, Kus only got lucky in the fact he ended up joining the game. At first he was nothing special within or outside the family since he wasn’t born to the genius levels now possible in heirs. His only valuable feature was that he ossible heir to a massive glomerate family.See, in the past, there was an issue of increased tration of lead imosphere thanks to the heavy use of leaded fuels. This ended up causing the popution as a whole to slowly have lower intellect with each geion. That just being the start of the long term issues. Those with worries about their future geions did the exact thing ah power would do; use money in an attempt to solve all their problems.Where else to put it but in the field of geics?Through that many children born from ‘rich backgrounds’ ended up being far more mentally developed than their physical ages would imply. As such it wasn’t that unusual to see a rich child fog on studying business - rather than learning how to tell the time or basic mathematics. Among those who shihere would always be those to shine brighter, brother Arthur being a perfect example of a genius born to surpass even his peers. People would also assume this was the case for myself thanks to having him as a parison; thus I didn’t o worry as much about people being suspicious of me not being human.Now to enjoy that galette at st.“Dewicious~!” I squealed in full uanding of why Alexis had been successfully bribed.

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  Just like that I hit the st shot, if only on the wing of the bird target, while remembering to not get er & fet the remaining ammunition in my revolver this time.Spinning the revolver like in that ovie we watched st night (after daddy taught me how to properly the gun); helping it nd perfectly in the new holster at my waist. A cute little strawberry was imprinted on the side of the pink tinted leather - to e was both proper yet girlish enough to appeal to a girl in my age raill, upon seeing my score, I couldn’t help being slightly curious about the meics behind how much experience I got from the targets. More specifically; now that I’ve got Big B to inform me of the experience I get I tell that the distaween me and the target seemingly isn’t relevant for what I get.So how does [Ameliorating Gun (Talent)] work - afterall the greater the distahe better it would be for training.

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  I see…This was enlighteni I would o ponder on it more ter.There was still a lot of work to be done - with my rather subpar accuracy when fanning the hammer to only achieve 67 ‘points’ total. Still, it was firing as fast as possible plus it wasn’t as if I was only firing at a siarget, in that aspect it be said to be impressive that I didn’t miss even if I only skimmed some. Taking into sideration the age of those taking part iour… This should be more than enough to win easily since my accuracy for precise shots should be close to being rouo 100%. I would o actually look into how previous years (especially st year with Kus) went - yet I assume this tour was more of a gathering than actual petition si was on ihat being the case , there was no way I would lose, even if I took my time with each shot just like I did with my first three ever shots.Although, I wasn’t firing at the targets at 6am just because I wao be ready for the tour but io maximize my profits. By practig with my gun daily, I would steadily rack up more & more levels, allowio bee s no one pyer would be my match.This wasn’t to say I would be untouchable; there were certainly many very strong npc’s that existed across the different immediately accessible & inaccessible worlds. As long as I knew my way around I wouldn’t o worry about those as they would obviously follow the ws for the most part. Most would at least.There would be some, for example those who followed the unholy path, who wouldn’t care for the ws yet they could essentially just be called event bosses sihey always had some story behind them.I shouldn’t be thinking about the game right now as I had a different boss to face; as if hearing my thoughts daddy walked over with my brother and called out to me. “Are you ready to head off to my offi the city - I’ll be taking you into a meeting with the board and I trust you'll stay awake throughout?”“Of couwse!” I nodded in ebullieo his question.At the moment I was dressed in something simir to a horse-rider attire - fitted with both a tailcoat as well as that uyle of female pants which were always seen on girls whoing riding. Obviously I didn’t io ride a horse to and from the city.Daddy just nodded along - bringing us around to the front of the manor - in order to leave through a beautiful archway made from a plethora of flora. It went on for as far as I could see, thankfully a limousine from our pany was already h on their blue-tinged repulsion tech, by a marble fountain that was used as a temporary parking spot for situations such as this. So we wouldn’t o walk the entire way.A varlet in full bck finery bowed his head while opening the door - enabling us to ehe back of the limousine - since we were clearly too rich to drive ourselves when ing business.As usual, daddy didn’t say ara word when unneeded while brother (who clearly well on his way in being a miniature version of daddy with mood looks) was er. The elder of the two heading the the front end of the vehicle to sit down - just uhe pte that would open up to allow vision into the front .This automobile had been fitted to be worked inside of there were tinted windows to avoid distras with desks that would e out of the walls with ‘spaces’ for drinks & ptops. Of course, they were fitted for our pany's own manufactured ptops. Whose would we be fident in using, if not our own?Brother sat down on the left side of father; pressing a wall to get a ‘desk’ to slide out with a ptop already pced in its ‘slot’ for him to use. Meanwhile dad just lifted his knuckle to rap on the divider - without turning to look - though what it did was unknown to me.“Now, I have some things to hand to you before we arrive.” Daddy suddenly excimed.