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Cero’s smile was of a gentle kind as he heard her mention that this should be interesting, as things moved forward. Things were clicking into positions as he stood back, it took a great deal of focus to bring him to operate not only his body, fluidly but that of multiple Echos. This amount that was revealed, was however manageable, he never wanted to frighten people with his abilities, even if they are aware of his positions and status. ”This, certainly, will, be, Ritsuko.”
The is echoes spoke out the slowness and slight echo to their voice defining themselves from Cero himself. Eventually, Ritsuko’s attention would go to the weapon that was now in her possession, it was after all a simple, but powerful model. She would in fact go on to ask a question about how it’s ammunition worked. His smile remained that gentle nature as he, himself answered. “I am glad you asked, it is a custom Quincy based model, each bullet is infused with Ginto from a Quincy, this case, my own, so it is powerful enough to even harm the likes of Mana Ashtavon if you do choose as your target.”
He explained very carefully, and making sure that she fully understood the power of the weapon that she possessed. “I have significantly reduced it’s explosive kickback as to not bring any harm to you. Nonetheless powerful.”
He added, giving a few moments for her to take in all of this information.
It was about this time that the sun was starting to move off of it’s spot in the sky as he allowed plenty of time for Ritsuko to observe and understand everything, it was only a small amount of time, but he couldn’t possibly stress how important information is with mere words alone. “To begin, I need to make sure you fully understand how to line up a sniper rifle. I have a number of large tables set up not just for show and holding weapons, but to server as stands for these exercises. Feel free to improvise and move anything out of your way, or using anything available.”
He continued to explain as he motioned to the table that the sniper rifle once rested on. It was actually the ideal size, for her to get into a number of valid positions, but he would gladly teach her some, if she choose a wrong one.
”Whenever you are ready, get into position, is your first task.”