Nightmare Mythos

Chapter 11: Demon Hunting Bullets

The passing days felt very fast. It was really fast to the point that it will make an individual might've travelled to the future. One time, it was already a week. Then another Cesar had noticed a month had already passed.

Shocking. Not really. Most of their time was focused on self-study, more on reading textbooks, and less on communication with the instructors. From time to time, those teachers found a way to attend and teach students but it wasn't enough.

However, this is not surprising, really. Most of the students feel even glad that they were able to do this kind of resting where they only get to review workbooks and manage their new power dwelling within them.

There was a time when Cesar and the fourth-years spent a whole three months on their third year with only combat fighting styles, warfare tactics, different ways to eliminate a Nightmare, and more harmful ways to fight back the enemies of humanity. It was put to a test a month later when everyone was tasked to fight with their opponent.

So this situation was kind of a relief.

However, this false situation had to end now since there were only a couple of classes left to manage regarding the selection. Soon, the situation will turn back to normal.

It didn't take too long enough.

"How is everyone holding up?"

Arnold's complexion seemed to be coming back after weeks of busily managing the selection. Now, he was mostly relieved, gladdened even as if he was thinking this pressuring situation finally calming down.

Everyone gave different kinds of answers that made the class clamor noises that Arnold immediately put to a stop. After the class quieted down, he began setting up for the next part of the class.

"Right, today we'll be doing practical tests. It is a recurring assignment actually, something you've done already. But as always, we'll teach you everything that has to know. Actually, I'm not a big fan of it myself but whatever we can use will be used," Arnold paused, "Let's practice your marksmanship. Everyone gather up and move to the shooting range,"

Once the practical test was mentioned, almost everyone present groaned. Now that they have powers that can be called on their own while just practicing a bit of their Essence to ensure that their abilities might work, it should be the one they're focusing on.

Even Arnold finds it tedious, except for some people, Cesar included.

Once the marksmanship was mentioned, Cesar's eyes glinted with delight.

...

Humans are a very adaptable species hence they keep finding solutions to every problem they face. A millennium ago, Cesar read that the most powerful weapon in the entire world was a nuke. Something that can threaten a country by just pushing a piece of a button.

Now, even something like that didn't threaten Nightmares or Shaded. Well, Low-level Shaded might receive minor injuries but higher-level Shaded will be able to deflect that kind of damage, even suppress it. Worse of all, overpower something explosive.

Nukes are still being built today but they are means for defense.

Though it is absurd to say that they are going to practice nukes in a shooting range.

What other weaponry they are going to practice were specialized guns made by different people who are the expertise of their job making one called, Artificers.

Five sets of intricately designed specialized revolvers are shown. Arnold picked up one revolver very carefully as if his life depended on it before looking for someone to use it for practice.

Nobody seemed interested until he landed on Cesar once again whose demeanor shifted very slightly, portraying that he wanted to try it first rather than anyone else.

He could understand his underlying excitement, knowing Cesar uses revolvers as one of his main weapons, setting his expertise in daggers aside.

'All right, you don't need to give me your silent enthusiasm. I was about to pick you anyway since your marksmanship is uncanny unlike others,'

Arnold then called out to his class, "Cesar Sparrow, would you like to do the honors?"

Cesar immediately stood up, surprise manifested on his clueless face once more before he let it be, knowing he had a job to do. Dashing towards Arnold, he immediately grabbed the revolver in his hand.

'Fascinating,'

Upon closer look, the revolver didn't resemble a normal gun. It was seven inches wide, and the muzzle appeared to be the mouth of a monster. Its barrel felt hard enough and can even be used to hit someone. The underlying precision of such creation used to create the weapon was phenomenal.

"Give me the bullets,"

Arnold chuckled, "Uhm, I have mundane bullets for you. These demon-hunting bullets... I had to pull some strings just to get it and managed to... you know, just show it to you guys."

Letting it pass through his ear onto another, Cesar grabbed one Piercing shells, feeling a shiver in response as if those bullets were alive.

Clank—!

Putting it on the cylinder, he clicked the hammer down before swiftly pointing it at a target mark meters away from their position.

Using two of his hands to assist himself, Cesar entirely put all his attention on the target for a brief moment before pulling the trigger.

Bang—!

All the happenings didn't take a minute before Cesar hit the bullseye mark. It was decisive, all action, less talking, showing that his skills regarding marksmanship didn't become rusty.

In fact, he felt it was even more powerful with this weapon and a bullet to be used for him as if he was deisgned to wield one.

'Can I exchange this with a few contribution points?'

Cesar wanted to let his thoughts out but after carefully considering it, he didn't ask Arnold.

After all, if he were ever to get something like a revolver when he'll about to waste resources, it's better to get something for his own.

'Though I don't mind having this for free,'