Brooklyn's summer, full of birdsong and fragrant flowers.
CC rides on the back of the magnificent horse Bruce, swiftly passing through the woods. Her right hand moves like lightning, drawing a gun from her waist at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, aiming at three wild fruits on the branches ahead—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Without any discernible aiming action, the three red fruits burst in mid-air, their juice splattering everywhere.
"Very good."
Her esteemed father applauds lightly from behind:
"To be able to hit three small targets instantly in such a fast and bumpy situation is really impressive, worthy of being my daughter."
CC kicks the horse's belly.
Bruce, already in sync with her, turns around on the spot and walks slowly towards the man with CC on his back.
"Compared to VV, I'm still far from it."
CC jumps off the horse and while stroking Bruce's mane, she looks at her father and says:
