Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Kujo Renji nodded and adjusted his stance. In his mind, he recalled countless past shooting training and combat experiences; physically, he had to learn the most basic movements step by step, like a true beginner.

This strange sense of disconnection reminded him of his first experience with the piano, but in completely opposite direction.

"Are you ready?" Yamamoto asked. "Try to aim at the bull's eye, take a deep breath, and then pull the trigger slowly."

Kujo Renji raised his gun and aimed at the humanoid target ten meters away. His eyes became sharp and focused, and his breathing gradually became steady.

A familiar sense of calm washed over him. In a past world, he had been in this moment countless times—breathing, aiming, shooting.

The trigger was pulled slowly, and with a "bang", the gun went off.

The bullet hit the target, but about ten centimeters to the right of the bull's-eye - a pretty good result for a beginner, but far below the level that Kujo Renji expected.

“Great first shot.”

Yamamoto Ryuichi praised, "The wrist shaking is well controlled, but the posture needs to be adjusted."

Jiujo Renji frowned slightly and raised his gun again. This time, he paid more attention to the stability of his body and adjusted the distribution of his center of gravity.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three bullets hit the target one after another, the distance from the bull's eye gradually decreasing, and the last bullet almost hit the bull's eye.

Yamamoto Ryuichi's eyes became even more surprised: "Ms. Xiangzi is learning very quickly. This speed of progress is... unusual."

Kujo Renji did not answer and continued to concentrate on shooting.

With each pull of the trigger, Toyokawa Shoko's body seemed to gradually adapt to this unfamiliar movement, and the stability and accuracy of her wrist improved.

However, this adaptation was far slower than he had hoped. In his previous life, a trained shooter could aim and shoot in an instant, but now, he needed to spend more time to ensure the accuracy of each action.

"Let's try another one."

Jiujo Renji put down the Glock, with a hint of subtle frustration in his voice:

"Can I try that Colt Python?"

Yamamoto hesitated. “A revolver would be more challenging for a beginner. The trigger pressure is greater, and the recoil is stronger.”

Seeing that the other party insisted, Yamamoto Ryuichi didn't say much and signaled the staff to bring the revolver.

The Colt Python's body glows with a dark blue light, and the handle adopts an exquisite wood grain design. The whole gun exudes an elegant and dangerous beauty.

Renji Kujo took the revolver and immediately felt the weight distribution and balance point that were completely different from the Glock 17.

In his previous life's experience, revolvers required a more precise grip and stronger wrist strength to control recoil.

He gripped the gun with both hands, adjusted his stance, and then aimed at the bull's eye.

boom!

The strong recoil caused Shoko Toyokawa's wrist to rise slightly, but the bullet still hit the target, although the position was some distance away from the center of the bull's eye.

“Well controlled.”

Yamamoto Ryuichi frowned slightly. "It's usually difficult for people who use this type of gun for the first time to control the recoil."

Jiujo Renji nodded slightly and raised his gun again. This time, he paid more attention to the stability of his wrist and adjusted his breathing rhythm.

boom!

This shot was significantly closer to the bull's eye, proving that he was quickly adapting to the gun's characteristics.

In the next few shots, Kujo Renji's performance became more and more stable, and in the end he was able to hit the area around the bull's eye almost continuously - this speed of progress far exceeded that of ordinary beginners.

After putting down the gun, a complex emotion flashed in Kujo Renji's eyes.

Comparing piano and shooting, he experienced two completely different feelings.

Piano is a familiar field for Toyokawa Shoko. Even though Kujo Renji's mind knows nothing about music, his fingers can automatically find the correct position.

Just like a laid railway track, the train only needs to run along the predetermined track without having to consider the path and turns.

Guns represent Kujo Renji's expertise; his mind understands every detail, every movement, and even every possible mistake. But Toyokawa Shoko's body is a blank slate, requiring her to learn these skills from scratch.

It's like an experienced driver suddenly sitting in front of a newly designed racing car. He knows how to drive, but finds that the positions of the steering wheel, pedals and gear shift are different from what he is used to, and it takes time to adapt.

"Ms. Xiangzi's performance was outstanding."

Yamamoto Ryuichi walked up to Kujo Renji, his eyes full of admiration:

"Are you sure this is your first time handling a real gun? Your posture and breath control seem very...professional."

"If I didn't know the background of the Toyokawa family, I would almost doubt that you have received professional training."

Kujo Renji shot the last bullet into the bull's eye and put down the gun with satisfaction.

"Mr. Yamamoto's firearms collection is truly impressive."

She took off her goggles and spoke softly, "But I want more than just the experience."

Yamamoto Ryuichi was sorting his shooting equipment. Hearing this, he paused for a moment. "Ms. Xiangzi, are you referring to...?"

"I need a gun."

Kujo Renji said calmly, "This Glock 17 is perfect."

The shooting range suddenly fell into silence, as if even the air had frozen.

Yamamoto Ryuichi's expression froze on his face, and a barely perceptible hint of shock and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Xiangzi..."

His voice became lower and more cautious:

"With all due respect, Japan's gun control is very strict. Even if you want to legally own a gun, you still need a complicated application process, including psychological evaluation, background check, and gun license application..."

"It will take at least six months, and the success rate is extremely low." He paused, as if choosing his words, "Even for the Toyokawa family..."

Jiujo Renji tilted her head slightly, and her blue twintails swayed gently with this movement:

"I don't need to understand all this red tape. Mr. Yamamoto will take care of it, right?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yamamoto Ryuichi's forehead.

"Ms. Xiangzi, this..." he tried to explain. "Even with my connections, this is an extremely dangerous request. If discovered, the consequences will be very serious."

Kujo Renji sighed softly, put down the goggles in his hand, and took a few steps towards Yamamoto Ryuichi.

"Hasn't our cooperation always been smooth? I'm sure you've gained a lot since the NEO STARS incident."

"I..."

Yamamoto Ryuichi was torn between his own conscience and his own desires. As a member of the underworld, he certainly had access to illegal guns.

In fact, several of his men were in possession of unregistered weapons.

The problem was not the ability, but the risk - providing guns to the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family was crossing a red line that he had never thought of crossing.

Kujo Renji seemed to see through his hesitation and whispered, "What do you think I'll do with this gun?"

Yamamoto Takashi opened his mouth but didn't say an answer.

"Don't worry, I won't use it to do anything that will cause you trouble." Kujo Renji paused and said, "This is just... a kind of insurance."

Yamamoto Ryuichi stared into the other person's eyes, trying to determine the truthfulness of this statement.

But those amber eyes were bottomless, like a perfect mirror, reflecting only what he wanted to see without revealing any real emotions.

Countless possible outcomes flashed through his mind. Yamamoto Ryuichi took a deep breath and said:

"I'll arrange it...it'll take three days, and I'll make sure it's clean, reliable, and there won't be any trace left."

"very good."

Kujo Renji stretched out his hand and gently shook hands with Yamamoto Ryuichi:

“I look forward to our continued cooperation.”

As he turned to leave the shooting gallery, Yamamoto Ryuichi stood there, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Finally, after Toyokawa Shoko's back completely disappeared from his sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out his cell phone, and dialed a rarely used number:

"It's me... I need a clean piece... Yes, it has to be brand new, without any history..."

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And the other side.

Kujo Renji's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The reason was simple: after leaving the shooting range, the "girl's" mind was already in turmoil.

Ms. Toyokawa's reaction was as extreme as ever.

"Are you crazy?! You want a gun?!"

Toyokawa Shoko's voice rang out in my consciousness

"You're going to kill someone?!"

The girl was anxious, annoyed and scared.

"You can't do this! I won't allow you to use my body to... to..."

Her voice trembled, with some cute crying tones

"To do something like that! Who the hell are you trying to kill?!"

Hearing the other party's words, Jiujo Renji was speechless. He responded in his mind:

"What are you thinking? Even if I really kill someone, would I do it myself?"

Toyokawa Shoko's voice suddenly stopped, and the space of consciousness suddenly fell into silence.

"What do you mean?"

After a few seconds, her voice returned, this time with clear confusion and a hint of alarm.

"What I mean is that you think too much. I only took the gun to protect myself, that's all."

Toyokawa Shoko had calmed down a bit, but there was still confusion in her voice:

"Self-protection? Aren't we safe now? Why would we protect ourselves? Besides, Japan has the police... and you know Inspector Nikaidou."

Fool.

Jiujo Renji responded helplessly:

"We are very safe now, but the people we are going to find next are very dangerous. It is more reassuring to have an extra layer of protection."

Toyokawa Shoko was silent for a moment.

She actually guessed who the other party was going to find. After hesitating for a while, she asked again:

"Can't you just not go find that person?"

Jiujo Renji chuckled and explained, "Others have already come to our door. If we don't go and meet them in person, the trouble will never end."

He paused, then used a phrase that Toyokawa Shoko could understand, and continued:

"It doesn't matter to us. I won't give them a chance, but your father is now in a state of leaving the Fengchuan family. If they find that they can't do anything to me and turn around to look for your father, what will you do?"

This sentence really worked well. Shoko Toyokawa fell silent, and Renji Kujo could feel the fluctuations and struggles in her thoughts.

"...you're right"

Finally, Toyokawa Shoko reluctantly admitted, with obvious worry in her voice.

"I didn't think that far. But...is a gun really necessary?"

"It's unlikely that the other party will take action out of respect for the Toyokawa family."

Jiujo Renji's tone softened a bit, with a hint of comfort:

"Holding a gun is just the last layer of insurance."

What he didn't tell Shoko Toyokawa was that he knew too well the characters of those who had followed him.

He personally taught those people how to overturn the table when the enemy least expected it. If his death was really related to Ishikawa, then taking sudden action when the negotiations reached a deadlock was exactly the strategy they would adopt.

"All right..."

Toyokawa Shoko seemed to be relieved, and the tension in her voice was much less.

"As long as you promise not to..."

Suddenly, her voice stopped again, as if she had just realized something important.