I didn't mean anything by it. At this speed, it's really hard to aim at and hit the flying disc; often, basic skills are just one part, and more often, it depends on luck.
But since the other party seemed a bit displeased, I didn't want to argue on this topic.
I prepared my equipment and gun, while Stephen White, though not directly mocking me, had his best buddy chime in.
"In such a large army, no one's luck is good enough to hit three out of ten shots. Why don't you give it a try?"
I nodded, grinning, "Let's see, maybe I'll get lucky with one or two."
Stephen's buddy activated the electronic start.
I raised my gun, focusing intensely ahead, while Stephen watched with some indifference. Though he admitted my explosive power was terrifying, he believed it was impossible for someone to be strong in every aspect, and for shooting and reaction speed, he figured I definitely wouldn't outperform him.
