Laila shouted orders at Chishiki angrily, "Faster! At this speed, when will you ever hit the target?"
Chishiki raised her eyebrows.
She gritted her teeth and fired again at the distant target, deliberately missing the nearby one.
The bullets went far, leaving a few holes in the wall at the end.
With a frown, Laila walked over and impatiently adjusted Chishiki's stance.
"Concentrate! If you want to improve, you really need to aim." Laila felt uneasy about Chishiki's incompetence. Why could weak Chishiki be the true eldest daughter of the family, and she was not?
Chishiki hung her head, looking frustrated.
"I'm sorry, sister. I'm just... distracted today, I tried, but I... I can't do it." Her voice was trembling, her breathing rapid, as if she were about to cry.
After all, she was still her little sister. Laila softened.
Seeing Chishiki about to cry, Laila's expression softened: "What's wrong?"
She patted Chishiki's shoulder, all her anger evaporated into concern.
