Master stood several feet away.
Concentrate.
You can do this.
I closed my eyes.
I breathed in.
I felt the gun in my hands.
Its weight.
The feeling it transmits.
The cold metal.
I raise my hand.
Here we go.
And I shot.
Master shot back, so fast I barely even saw him draw his gun.
I hear the two bullets clash with each other.
Master had effectively shot, predicted where I would curve my bullet, and had curved his own to deflect mine.
“How can I do that?” I asked him.
“You have to figure that for yourself. Until you do, we will keep doing it until you can hit me”
And so, we kept going until dawn.
I thought about it long and hard.
I tried even harder.
“You are ready”
Master took me to the town and said to go to the bartender once more and tell him that I am ready.
And so, I went to the bar.
The people looked at me with dread still, even though I had lived with them for quite some time now.