The Origin of Botan

Chapter 13: The Calm Before The Storm

Parkerring: Drama is coming...

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One, two, three and four shots were fired and not a single bullet hit the target. Botan then fired the remaining four shots, which also failed to hit.

Botan then wearily put down her pistol and sat down on the floor.

"My hands...are hurt..."

Botan said in a pitiful and painful tone.

"Of course it hurts, the recoil of a pistol can dislocate and sprain an adult's arm, let alone a 12-year-old girl like you. Lemme check."

Ivor approached Botan and checked her hand. He then touched Botan's left hand.

"Feel the pain?"

"Not much..."

"Ok..."

Ivor then touched Botan's right hand.

"Ow!"

Botan exclaimed painfully. A bruise was also visible on the wrist of her right hand.

"Alright, let's come up with first-aid."

And then Ivor brought Botan out of the basement for first-aid.

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Ivor was bandaging Botan's right hand in the living room.

"There! Feel ok now?"

"Yeah...I still feel a bit hurt..."

"It will be fully recovered after a week. Just don't overwork your right hand, ok?"

"Ok..."

After that, Ivor gave Botan a headpat, Botan enjoyed it and smiled happily. At the same time, Markus came into the living room.

"Oh God! Botan! What happened to you?!?!"

Markus asked worriedly.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I let Botan use a pistol and hurt her hand."

Ivor apologized.

"What?! Why did you let her use a pistol?! What if she accidentally shot you or herself or anyone else?!"

"I'm sorry..."

Ivor sadly apologized.

"Haizz. Botan, I forbid you to go to the basement until your right hand is fully recovered."

Hearing that, Botan made a sad noise.

"And Ivor, keep Asko and Botan away from the guns in the basement. And Jani and you are only allowed access to those deadly weapons with my permission!"

Markus ordered seriously.

"Yessir..."

Ivor obediently replied in fear. Markus was a good father, he rarely became serious, that was the reason why Ivor was afraid of him. Markus then walked away, leaving his scared children there. Botan and Ivor then watched their father leave the living room. When he completely left, Ivor and Botan looked at each other and then both breathed sighs of relief.

"Ivor, sorry for dragging you into this."

Botan apologized sadly.

"It's not your fault, Botan, you're just a child. It's my fault for letting a kid like you use such a dangerous weapon. I'm such a bad brother..."

Ivor humiliated himself. Seeing that, Botan approached, climbed onto the sofa to be tall enough to give Ivor a headpat.

"Ivor! Don't be sad! Who hasn't been scolded by their parents from time to time? I also got scolded a lot by my biological parents for being naughty!"