"Shut up, all of you!" First Lieutenant Trevor shouted in anger, plunging the noisy shooting range into silence.
"What strong courage and might," Carl thought, widening his eyes. He tried his best to control his body because he realized that his legs were getting soft after hearing First Lieutenant Trevor shout.
When it was calm again, First Lieutenant Trevor looked at Carl calmly and asked, "Why do you need to train at the shooting range? Most War Spirit warriors do not need to come to the shooting range."
Carl nodded and conjured his War Spirit weapon, m******e, on his right hand. "My War Spirit is a long-range shooter. That's why I need to practice my marksmanship," he replied seriously.
A commotion swept the group of soldiers. They looked like they were going to mock Carl again, bu
