Because of Kenji's rather odd schedule, he had a lot of free time on his hands - for the day at least. Two hours before the dismissal of majority of the others, he was already out of the campus. He had a request come in yesterday about a man needing help with his rifle. Of course, it fell upon his hands. Modern weaponry like guns were his area of expertise. It had to be, since he frequently used one of his own making.

And now, there he was, outside with a rather young man holding a Dragunov rifle in his hands. He laid down on his stomach and adjusted the rifle to his body. Kenji stepped closer to him and helped him adjust. He let out a small yawn, hiding it behind his hand as the man continued to adjust. Kenji had already shown him how earlier. The Fallen Angel was wondering why exactly the man held possession of a Dragunov when he had next to no clue how to use it. He was thinking that if someone passed that piece of beautiful weaponry down to their son, they would teach them how to use it.

Apparently not. "I-I think I got it." The man stuttered out and Kenji refocused back to the man.

[color=007236]"Good. Now can you try and shoot that target I placed over at that mound?"[/color] Kenji asked, pointing at the small target. It was around two hundred meters, give or take, but it should be easy to hit any part of that target. The man replied with a small grumble before adjusting the sights to match the target. He pulled the trigger. Miss. He reloaded. Shoot. Miss. Shoot. Miss. Kenji looked down at the man and could see him trembling as he continued to shoot. He knelt down and placed a hand on his shoulder. [color=007236]"Calm down and breathe. You're losing your focus because of agitation. A sniper is patient and precise. Because you are a beginner, do not let your missed shots deter you. Calm down and shoot again."[/color]

He released his grip from the man. The man took a deep breath and released it. He took one more shot. It finally hit the target. It was nowhere near the center but at least it hit the outermost ring. The man released the sniper in shock and looked upwards at Kenji. "I did it!" Kenji smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. After twenty more minutes of him shooting, they finish and Kenji heads back to the clubroom.

[color=007236]"Done and done."[/color] He muttered to himself as he opened the door to the clubroom. The fact that Kohana was already occupying the beloved couch made him quite sad. Though, he guessed the cushioned chairs were just as comfortable. Upon seeing Tsumiki, he quickly greeted him with a question. [color=007236]"Heya King, as much as I hate foregoing sleep for work, I'm pretty sure you'd yell at me to get my shit done. So, do I have any work?"[/color]

Though it wouldn't seem that he would like any work as he collapsed onto the chair, his head propped onto his hand. [color=007236]"'Cause if I don't have any work, I'll just -"[/color] He yawned and he only looked down as to hide it. Once done, he looked back at the King of the peerage and continued his sentence, [color=007236]"- sleep."[/color]