Summary:

One-shot, one kill. These words are associated with trained snipers all over the world.

In reality, I am one of them and the training I had since childhood made me who I am as a sniper when I first tried to shoot a safe gun designed for target shooting for people all the ages at the age of 6.

The interesting game, Infinite Dendrogram? I am one too there, they don't even know my face because of that mask I wore.

Unlike the 'inferior' quality snipers in that game who failed to take down a moving target when I observed them with my scope at that time, I showed them, including the Infinite Dendrogram community, what a real one with real-life training, in the words of gamers, a pro, can do.

Seriously though, at one time in my Infinite Dendrogram life around the time I started playing, there's this group who asked me such a question of why I am able to grasp it and what's the secret.

I teasingly gave them a reply: "Family tradition dating back to the American Revolutionary War, all thanks to my ancestor who recreated and kept the written accounts that'll later become known as sniping today. Now, now, everything's classified if you ask what kind of training I've been through including real life."

Genre: Action, Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy, ?, Romance, Slice of life

Tags: Alternate World / Alternate Universe, Childhood Friends, Childhood Love, Original Character MC, Original Character Heroine(s), ?,?, Protagonist Strong from the Start, R-15,?

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Word Count Before 'Insertion': 1363

Announcement: Pictures of Original Characters mentioned as of the story progress now displayed in ScribbleHub. Get ready to get spoiled.

Current Year As Of Story Progression: 2032.

Volume 1 - Childhood

Stopping First In Japan Before Family Reunion At The Philippines – A Nice First Day Reception Pt. 1

Five weeks passed after meeting the Wallcroft Sisters through one of my besties, Alice.

Those weeks had been like changing me differently when I first tried target shooting at [Happy Musang - Lionswill] during my 6th Birthday Celebration last April 3.

After the night when Bernie wished me luck for the final part of the online part of the test of Philippine Literature subject which I landed a grade of A (the highest grade) the next day after I completed the test, her sisters including Alice during the "afternoon snack" time looked at me with their faces red. Mom, who was there with us when she looked in our direction, smiled suddenly. Later that night on that same day I heard whispering voices of discussing adults when I needed to go to the bathroom.

Besides doing the daily morning jogging routine, marksmanship training using my custom airgun and 'training' guns, and learning the basics of gun maintenance and safety, those five weeks were mainly five of us becoming closer and having bonds and friendship with pictures taken at one of Ashton's restaurants, the AISC Alumni Lounge located at the same area, checking out the facilities within the 'campus zone', and shopping at Ashton Shopping District.

To make it short, these previous four weeks of it were all bonding and target shooting stuff with my friends at various establishments within Ashton and Lionswill.

At that time, I had no idea when I will take part in the practical shooting and precision shooting competition in the future. But I always reminded myself time is patience and training with pistols using the conventional method must be counted besides dual-wielding them. The documented history of SA80 told me a lesson in rushing things impatiently would lead to a bad foundation as to the sniper making the wrong timing for their shot. So I should be patient enough because that's what the trained military snipers do, right?

The fifth week was preparation for a Family Reunion to be held at Neo Davao, BARMM, Philippines, the location of Grandfather Ferdi's house. Before one would say it's dangerous to go there, the Southern Philippines, everything about the whole Philippines became one whole piece without terrorists and disguised linked activities including the meanies thanks to Grandfather Feli's friend, mentor, an upperclassman, last president of the republic and predecessor, late Former President Miriam Santiago Rizal who died during the Global Pandemic because of affection alongside the majority of politicians which caused a signature campaign for Lolo Feli to lead a revolutionary government that led to his present position today, the head of government called "Prime Minister" similar to the one used by Britain.

Before going to the Philippines, our family planned to stop in Japan first to meet my relatives, and her friends there, which were to be my 2nd time.

That same week four days before we left for the airport from Britain, when I told my friends about it yesterday, the Family Reunion at the Philippines, they, like me during 'that', were all sad because they wanted me to play with them including target shooting which unfortunately I agree. But when I told them that we'll be stopping in Japan to visit Mom's friend in Japan, Mom who was nearby, mentioned her friend's name that made them happy because Mom's friend was a parent of their friends, a pair of twin sisters, from their previous school. While my friends were all smiling at that fact, Mom with her smile, instructed me, to offer each toy engagement ring to Alice, Beatrice and her sisters as a present that brought forth the warm feeling I had with Bernie while the adults silently smiling in the picture which later on that night I heard what appeared to be papers downstairs when I went to the toilet for 'nature's call'.

Currently residing at the Sato Residence, looking at the picture of us four on my cell phone after closing the picture album program, I looked up to see my cousin, Daisuke Sato, reading a volume 1 of the light novel entitled Life of Reincarnated Royal in Parallel World by Lonely Sky Crown, right in front of me while my parents, Angela-oba and Kyousuke-oji a couple of meters away from us, chatted in Nihongo.

The story series itself, that my cousin currently read, was about a modern-day magic knight reincarnated to the parallel world as a member of the royal family of a country. In that story, it featured a world of high tech and full-dive VRMMO.

"You started yet, 'cuz?" asked Daisuke, who like me and Mom, had gray hair but emerald green eyes he inherited from his Japanese father, Kyousuke-oji.

"No, I haven't." I replied to him in Nihongo. "I was thinking about the friends I made with a target shooting hobby similar to your kendo hobby. It's like I missed them already."

"Ah, no worry 'cuz. I'll give you company." said Daisuke. "Here in Japan, there's airsoft. Okaa-sama and Tou-sama will take us to a restaurant that has airsoft target shooting. Not Happy Musang though."

'Right. I forgot Japan is the birthplace of airsoft. How could I forget that historical fact?' Smiling a bit, I grabbed the book and said, "Daisuke, let's switch back to Filipino."

"Okay." replied Daisuke in Filipino, smiling back.

'At least I got to stay in touch with my friends online and non online.' Having thoughts about my friends back in Britain 13 hours ago because I input their new cell numbers and VidChat account after our last shopping at Ashton, I turned over to the character introduction page of the story.

'This guy is the main character, eh? It says here he's a top knight who reincarnated as a royal in his next life - wait if he's indeed the top knight of his past life, would that be considered as OP and unfair to the players? I mean he got archery and swordsmanship training combined with combat experience from his past life.' Surprised at the information given by the author himself, I turned over to the first chapter.

'The first part is about the conclusion of the Battle of the Philippines at Marawi with the main character finishing off the terrorists and then meeting the president and the survivors. Poor MC, his grandfather was given infamy by his so-called countrymen because of his former comrade who turned out to be a spy for the terrorists. No wonder why MC loathed the country and social media..a thing called character assassination combined with irresponsible journalism.' Continuously reading the first-person perspective of the MC, I kept the part of character assassination in my mind and a constant reminder of why I needed a custom mask to hide my whole face from the public and the internet - the identity thieves online who stole the identity of the victim and use it to post bomb threats, very disgusting memes of a person eating dog food with a body of a dog, and much more of the things that could be seen as unbecoming of a human with the victim suffering from the bash from an angry online mob, and irresponsible journalism controlled by, in the words of Grandfather Feli and Granduncle Ferdi, corrupt rich elite who has rich and powerful international connections.

'At least I'll be having custom masks to wear in the future because I hate those annoying meanies.' Putting aside those thoughts including what I said to Lolo Feli during 'that day' via VidChat, I spent a good time reading the chapters with my cousin as I became lost in the world of this isekai story, imagining myself scoring enemies with my marksmanship in-game at the full-dive VRMMO.

There may have been a dive VRMMO before I was born. But former players said it was boringly repetitive and had safety issues. Some said it was not a dream game that does not create a dream.

'I hope there'll be that dream VRMMO they talked of in the future because I - no, Caesar, focus on what we've agreed on and continue improving until more than perfection. Afterall, exercise, airsoft, guns, equipment, and bullets are more worth it compared to online games.'