every shot you dont take

He still remembered the first time he shot a Type 38 from five hundred meters like it was yesterday; fumbling with frostbitten fingers while his commanding officer towered over his shoulder, an ox of a man who’d probably still dwarf Narumi now, let alone when he was a greenie still growing into lanky limbs.Every shot you miss, the CO liked to tell the would-be snipers in Vladivostok, is someone dead before you get to take another.—Narumi has to relearn how to shoot with his left hand, and is, in all things, his own worst enemy.