[He heaved a sigh and rolled his shoulders trying to untense, but only succeeding in agitating old injuries. Still, he would not do his father shame by continuing such shoddy marksmanship when he had been trained far better than that.
As he inhaled, he took the proper form his father had taught him for a long shot, balancing the barrel on his forearm as he took aim, and exhaling as he pulled the trigger.
Better, the center of the target was missed, but it was close. He still looks disappointed, it was unsatisfactory to him.]
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As he inhaled, he took the proper form his father had taught him for a long shot, balancing the barrel on his forearm as he took aim, and exhaling as he pulled the trigger.
Better, the center of the target was missed, but it was close. He still looks disappointed, it was unsatisfactory to him.]
Father always made it look easy...