01 | Reborn Beforelife

5 | eutony

eutony (n.) the pleasantness of a word's sound

IF SHE'D ONLY LEARNED HOW TO SHOOT from her best friend in that shooting range, she wouldn't need to wake up at five in the morning. She'd be wearing a man's clothes since she'll practice and a man's cap. She ate a spoonful of rice and headed outside for the training.

She walked through streets and forests to that shooting range where Hyun Joon was waiting for her. She tied up her hair on her way to him because of the sweat running through her face. She didn't have time to wander around the town or the forest because she also wanted to learn how to shoot. By the time she arrived in the middle of the forest, there's the range.

There were some empty bottles lined up and around wood hanging on the tree, an improvised range. She quickly fixed her hair and said nothing to Hyun Joon. "Shall we start?" Hyun Joon requested.

"First up, loading and unloading," He passed the revolver that he gave Miyeon last night. "Slide out the cylinder, this has six chambers, fill the bullets in; Slide the cylinder back in its place; Push down the safety; And shoot." A terrifying gunshot disturbed the forest while Miyeon covered her ears. She thought of how terrifying Hyun Joon would be regarding shooting. Hyun Joon wasn't a friend in that state. Hyun Joon raised his brow. "Being scared distracts you from your target, assemble it on your own," He coldly added.

Slide it out, fill the bullets, slide the cylinder back, push the safety down, and pull the trigger: she counted, but her hands were shaking and didn't hit the glass that was just two meters away from her. "This is deafening," She shook her head and tried again, one more time, with two hands. The feeling of pulling the trigger looked like she's already killing someone. But she's doing this because she will kill people, too.

The mouth of the bottle was the only one who's broken, she sighed. "Focus at your target, fix your posture, a confident shooter is a helpful thing to shoot the target," Hyun Joon advised as he took a shot again, aiming at the bottle correctly with one hand. That charming position caught Miyeon's eye, she also watched as Hyun Joon's body vibrated when he pulled the trigger. Miyeon stretched her neck and shook her shoulders, making it pop intensely. She closed her eyes and breathed out. She focuses on the bottle.

She missed it again.

"I'm not scared of the gun anymore but how come I can't shoot that bottle correctly," She protested and heaved a resigned sigh. She hunched her back out of disappointment. Hyun Joon walked towards her and held her arm and shoulders. Hyun Joon and Miyeon faced the right side, while their heads were faced on the front side.

"Posture," He used his hands to straighten Miyeon's shoulder. "Straight arm," He leaned himself to Miyeon's back to coach her. "Open both your eyes," He said while holding Miyeon's hand with her gun. "Shoot," Their two fingers slowly pulled the trigger.

She didn't miss it.

She wasn't interested in shooting at all, not once. But then, when she came to the world that was almost 80 years ago from her current life, it turned out she was a woman who was a comrade of a group who's used to guns and shooting. Violence was normal to them because they had to do the job, which was an exchange for a safer life from the outside war world.

Miyeon froze at her place and was shocked by what Hyun Joon did, but she didn't bother and instead shouted. "I did it!" She exclaimed and tried to shoot another bottle without Hyun Joon holding her. Her face spelled happiness, her smile reached her eyes and almost ended in her forehead. She shakes off her hand and tries to shoot again.

But without Hyun Joon, she can't shoot a bottle. She missed it again.

That happiness went onto a frail look. She closed her eyes, looking like a child who was disappointed because her ice cream fell on the floor. She sat on the ground and leaned on a tree and put the gun into safe mode by pulling the hammer upwards.