[The boy's participation was sealed long before the gun was placed in his hands, Takasugi was sure. A challenge of skill - in demonstrating his marksmanship, but - in meeting the stranger's pressure without faltering the boy could prove himself.
To himself.
He watched the child plan his shots, eyes trailing from the target to the tip of the gun to the way breath filled and emptied from the other's chest. Even. Focused. A light note of exasperation was taken when the boy closed his eye - depth perception wasn't to be underestimated.
But the target was hit as intended, and Takasugi figured he could give the child some encouragement.] Ah. You missed. [It was so much more satisfying to prove someone wrong than to hear praise for something simple.]
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To himself.
He watched the child plan his shots, eyes trailing from the target to the tip of the gun to the way breath filled and emptied from the other's chest. Even. Focused. A light note of exasperation was taken when the boy closed his eye - depth perception wasn't to be underestimated.
But the target was hit as intended, and Takasugi figured he could give the child some encouragement.] Ah. You missed. [It was so much more satisfying to prove someone wrong than to hear praise for something simple.]