The scorching sun hung high in the sky, emitting a searing heat. Sweat slid down from foreheads and brows, turning into a prickling pain when it entered the eyes. Many couldn't help but twist and turn in an attempt to alleviate the sensation of being scorched, with some girls letting out whimpers of tears.
"When exactly are we supposed to stare at this until? If we keep this up, I feel like my eyes will go blind before finding it!"
"Exactly, I was so excited to finally get to handle a gun when I came here, who knew I'd be suffering like this? Not only do my eyes hurt, but my head does too. If this continues, I'll definitely have a cerebral hemorrhage!"
"And I might end up with a stroke! But well, it's excusable for local universities to train this way. We are, after all, a key military academy. How can they be so stingy? A sharpshooter is made with bullets, not by staring at targets."
