Dad, can I practice?

My father looked at me and exhaled so heavily, as if the weight of the entire mortal world was now on him.

-You can Mia, but be careful.

The next day, I woke up at noon. Since it was summer, I could enjoy my free days, I thought about shooting at the range, trying out my father's gift in action. I went to the shower, braided two spikelets for myself and changed into a white top and black beach pants, high waisted. In order not to fire a gun in front of my mother, I took a small wicker bag over my shoulder.

I went down...