Failure

I inhaled again and relaxed my shoulder before pulling the trigger.

And bang, the force that pushed me back almost sent me to the floor. I looked at the target but I did not see any mark on the target.

I blinked my eyes wondering if I could see properly in general before hurrying to the target. I did not get any of the circles. I exhaled feeling very embarrassed by what I saw.

Did the gun even go off?

That was a silly question but I was beginning to believe that there was no bullet in the gun which was a very ridiculous choice of an excuse for my blatant failure.

"And you shot two cars down?" she asked me calmly and I was surprised that I did not hear any sign of sarcasm or mockery, she sounded baffled and worried.

"I thought I did. The cars exploded when I shot," I told her as I tried to remain calm and understand the confusing event.

"Yes, they did and that is what makes it very strange. How did it all happen?" I asked her as I gave the gun to her and began looking for where the bullet hit.

I finally found it. It was a meter away from the target. What the . . .? The strong wall held the bullet in it as it held it there in place. Crazy technology!

I know I was a complete illiterate when it comes to things like this so a failure was almost inevitable but I still felt like a loser.

I must say this and it might make me sound like a narcissist but for the first time in my impressive life, I felt like a loser.

I groaned with my fist tightly clenched.

"It is okay. We can practice here for a few days. There are some things we must sell here and to do that, we have to go to the black market, and doing that will be a journey through a war zone.

"If you cannot shoot a target then we cannot get there in one piece and if we can't, then we will be stuck in this world or we won't have any money with us when we move.

"And that will be very frustrating. We will need money before we win something from a fight. We have to delay our plan to leave."

I looked down at my hand and then to my foot before running my hands through my hair that I have been too busy to know its color.

Well, that was the moment I realized that I have said nothing much about my appearance in this world.

I walked to the car and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The face that stared at me like getting peeped at, was gorgeous like everyone else in this world.

I have always been a lover of such cute, yet hot and handsome appearances. For the girls, I will replace that handsome with pretty. Lol

I was not displeased at all by the body I came into. It was way above any idol I have seen by chance.

Long lashes, hazel eyes, and brown hair were what I noticed first before taking note of the slim lips and pink cute almost pouty lips.

I fell in love immediately, I have had crushes but I have never fallen in love before and I fell in love with my body.

I hoped that I will be able to remember this face even I go to earth so I could get it painted for the world to see the beauty I saw during my stay out of the earth.

"Are you seeing your face for the first time?" the cat asked me with a hint of disbelief and mockery.

"Yes, why isn't there a mirror in the bathroom?" I asked her accusingly.

I was too nervous to take note of my appearance when we went to the competition and I was too scared and excited when we returned.

I could not check afterward before I was forced to pack by the cat.

"You took down the mirror because you have never liked your face," the cat accused and for the second time, I thought the last owner of this body was a total lunatic.

"Why won't I like such a gorgeous face?" I asked in confusion.

"That was the reason why you hated it," the cat told me another shocking news.

Someone hating such a beautiful face? Wait!

I paused and stared at the face again. Now I understood what was going on. I had a tougher appearance back on earth although very handsome I would not mind admiring a beautiful face like this.

I would like this type of face to belong to either my girlfriend or boyfriend but not for me. I have never wanted such a face.

It was a face that was void of gender recognition. It was so beautiful it could belong to a lady and handsome enough that it could belong to a guy.

So handsome yet so beautiful. I bit my lower lip and looked back at the cat. She shook her head before walking away.

I clenched my teeth while the flesh of my lip was still held between. I groaned again and combed through my short hair with my fingers.

Why did I not meet this beautiful creature instead of being the beautiful creature?

I was a bit concerned about the fact that I was not the reason why those cars exploded but I chose to believe that whoever or whatever killed my enemies without killing me, was not my enemy.

***

The following morning marked the beginning of my training session. The cat wanted me to remember my past skills and I was willing to learn.

I did very horribly for the first day since it only moved a few centimeters closer to the target.

Aaargh! It was frustrating. There was nothing I tried to learn that I could not become a pro after consistent practice so I was not giving up after the first lesson.

The cat was a good coach and I had faith that I would be able to do it soon. Even if I knew nothing, I was sure the body I now possessed could remember.