I Can Teach

I'm getting Erina from the kid's club as agreed.

She is overjoyed to see me, which actually surprises me. I never gave her a reason to doubt my word. “How was your day so far, Erina?” I ask as she simply plops down next to me.

“I was so bored. There is nothing for me to do in the club," she explains, making a sour face. "The thing is, I forgot to take my weapons with me when I left home." Frowning, I brush her face, wondering if she's funny or serious. A five year old pup handling guns is not really what I expected from her. But then again, Erina doesn't seem like the everyday girl to me.

“What weapon do you have then? And what did you do with them?” I ask lightly as I deftly direct the car onto the main road. It is a bit busy; parents come to pick up their children from school, which goes with a lot of impatient honking and sometimes a cannonade of cursing.

“Riffles and shotguns. I practice with them, and I can already shoot very accurately,” she says as if talking abo