"I was actually a competition shooter in the JMP groups we had when we were young. They're like, programs in high school that prepare you for military service and the draft. You don't really get a choice to enter in the program- it's mandatory for all males and females over the age of twelve. Not like anyone actually has a choice to join the military anyways, so any prior experience will help. I just happened to be the best forgetin' shot in my outfit."
"So I hear." Yamashiro puts a hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you out of the way, preparing her pistol.
"100 meters, surprise me."
A target flips up at the far left at 100 meters, and another in a split second at the other end. Yamashiro twitches her arm, planting a bullet firmly in the center of mass on the left target, switching to the second target and putting two rounds into that one. Another quick, blurred shift has her fire a second shot into the left target by the time the shell of the second shot lands. By the time she reaches the sixth target, her slide locks back, and she drops the magazine without skipping a beat. A target rapidly slides across the gallery, and a split second before it goes down, she places a shot firmly in the center of mass.
Seven targets, thirteen hits.
A computerized voice gives the results.
"Average 259 milliseconds from target popup to shot. 11 shots to center of mass, 1 shot to neck, 1 headshot."
Homura lowers her gun, sliding out the partially-empty magazine and roostering the slide back, ejecting the round. She looks over at you, unlocking the slide on her gun and holstering it.
"Competition shooting? How many competitions did you win?"