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The sounds of gunshots echoed throughout the shooting gallery with more than half missing the intended target.

"Keep your hands steady, Ms. Olivia!" Arthur knelt next to her and fixed her posture for the hundredth time in the past hour. "What are you so nervous about? It is just a practice dummy."

"That is true but…." She bit her lip and lowered the pistol in her hands. "Did you honestly have to make them look so….human?"

When Olivia imagined herself killing vampires, the face she put on each of the monsters was the creature that killed her family and not a harmless human being.

How could she kill someone who looked like her old schoolteacher or someone who looked like the baker who used to make wonderful Dobos torta* back home?

"Do you think vampires and ghouls come out of thin air, Ms. Olivia?" His tone made her feel like a scolded child and she meekly shook her head.

"No, Sir Hellsing. I do not."

"A wolf in sheep's clothing is the phrase I believe." He took the pistol from her and reloaded it. "The world is full of monsters that look nothing like the ones in your storybooks and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be."

And with that, he handed the pistol back to her and left, claiming he would return momentarily.

Olivia weighed the pistol in her hands while weighing Arthur's words in her mind.

She recalled her parents and their individual lessons about family and violence. She remembered how horribly her father was treated and the vile slurs her neighbors spewed at her and her brothers for being mixed. She contemplated on how words and human fists could cause more damage than a single bullet; how her fellow Hungarians outed and slaughtered one another for survival, and how truly ugly the world could be.

"You are right, Sir Hellsing." She whispered, raising the gun back up and placing her finger on the trigger. "There are monsters everywhere."

In the place of the dummy, she visualized not only the monster but also every single person who had wronged her and her family and with that, she pulled the trigger.

When Arthur returned, he found Olivia kneeling on the ground with the pistol lying in front of her, its empty magazine resting next to it.

He immediately went over to investigate the dummy and found every single one of her shots had been a direct hit.

"Did I do a good job?" Her soft voice rang out and he turned to see her hopeful eyes burning holes into his. "I made sure to hit the targets."

'What a sharp eye she has.' Arthur plucked one of the bullets from the dummy's forehead and inspected it with a grin. 'Now this is what I'm talking about.'

"S-Sir Hellsing?" Olivia bit her lip, anxiously awaiting his approval or disapproval. "Did I-?"

"Tell me, Olivia," Arthur waltzed over and knelt in front of her, holding the bullet at eye level. "How are you able to aim so precisely? Have you practiced with a gun before?"

"No, Sir Hellsing." She shook her head. "I used to practice shooting tin cans with my slingshot though."

"A slingshot you say. Yes, Alucard did mention something about that." Arthur rubbed this chin thoughtfully before holding his hand out to her. "Come along now, Ms. Olivia. I believe there may be a weapon better suited for you."

"You mean I don't have to keep practicing with the pistol?" She practically latched onto his hand, the familial sensation washing over her again.

"No, no, my dear. I expect all my soldiers to be competent with every weapon at our disposal, but you can have a specialty."

"Like Walter with his wires?"

"Precisely, now come along. We are heading to the armory."

Olivia watched Arthur riffle through the large wooden chest, shuffling from one foot to another in anticipation.

Finally he found what he was searching for and turned towards her with a smile.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any archers in my service so," Arthur laughed before handing a wooden bow out to her. "I expect you to be my first and therefore my best."

"Oh wow," Olivia breathed out, gently taking the bow from him and marveling at the aged weapon. "It is wonderful!"

The bow was obviously made for an adult and it was half the size of Olivia, but she didn't care. Archery had always been such an elegant sport in her eyes, and she used to watch the university students practice from her bedroom window.

"It is in a sad state, Ms Olivia. But, it should be enough to practice and build up your skills with. Once I deem you skilled enough, I will have our weapons master craft a special bow for you and you alone."

"Really?!" She cradled the bow to her chest and bounced on her heels with sparkles in her eyes. "I promise to make you proud, Sir Hellsing! I will work day and night to be the best archer ever!"

"Whoa now." Arthur chuckled, ruffling her hair. "I don't have any use for an exhausted soldier, Ms. Olivia. Make sure to take care of yourself, alright?"

"Yes, sir!" She saluted before wrapping her arms around his leg in a bear hug. "Thank you so much!"

"A-Ah?! Um…my pleasure, Ms. Olivia." He awkwardly swayed, not used to a child hugging him. 'Walter never does anything like this, so I forget how normal child act.'

"I'll get right to practicing!" Olivia snatched the matching quiver with arrows from the chest and was about to rocket out of the room when Arthur grabbed her by the collar.

"Hold on now." He smirked, his newest recruit reminding him of a windup doll. "We have a schedule to follow and I do have a job outside of monitoring you."

"Then why don't you go do your job and I'll keep practicing?" Olivia bargained, flashing him an angelic smile.

"Because I will be held responsible if you poke your eye out and Hugh will have a fit if something happened to you." Arthur fired back, ruffling her hair once again. "Besides he's already been on my arse about letting a little girl into Hellsing."

"Who is 'Hugh'? Is he your friend?"

"You will meet his acquaintance eventually. Now," Arthur plucked the bow and quiver from her hands and placed them on a high shelf, "let's move along, Ms. Olivia. It's time for the next part of your training."

"I'm ready!" Olivia pumped her fists before taking his hand and following him outside the room.

"I'm not ready!" Olivia cried, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself off the ground.

"Bloody Hell, you've only done two push-ups and you're already sweating up a storm." Arthur rubbed his temples wearily. "Walter can do sixty without breaking a sweat."

"Well," She panted, still trembling in place. "I'm not Walter am I?"

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at her wit, pleased she wasn't completely docile.

"I suppose not, but you will need to build up your strength if you want to go out on the field like the other soldiers. So hush up and give me ten good push-ups."

"Y-Yes, Sir." Her heart was pounding in her ears and her clothes were clinging to her body, but she focused all her concentration on pushing herself up.

"Pathetic." A familiar voice rang out before a weight crashed onto Olivia's back, squishing her against the ground. "She can't even do a decent push-up. Honestly, what do you see in her, Sir Hellsing?"

"Walter," Arthur sighed, watching Olivia flail her limbs around as Walter sat cross-legged on her back. "It is only her first day of training. Give her some time, alright?"

"Get off of me!" She shrieked, her lungs on the verge of collapsing. "You're as heavy as a baby hippo!"

"Make sure to teach her English too. If she is going to insult me, I'd prefer to understand it."

Then Walter, if possible, made himself heavier and something snapping inside of Olivia.

"GET. OFF!"

Mustering up all the strength she had, Olivia bucked Walter off her back and sent the younger boy tumbling back onto his butt; Arthur collapsed against the wall in hysterics.

"AHAHAHAHA! She got you, Walter!" He wheezed, clutching his stomach and pointed at his shocked butler. "Oh God, you should see the look on your face!"

Ignoring her superior's hysterics, Olivia got to her feet and glared down at Walter, her hands set firmly on her hips.

"Serves you right for trying to crush me. And consider this revenge for what happened in the hallway."

"Why you-!" Walter snarled, springing forward and tackling her to the ground. He grabbed her cheeks and pinched them apart. "Don't talk down to me, stupid girl!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" She cried, reaching out and doing to the same to his face. "Engedj el!*"

"I can't understand you, stupid girl! And let go of my face!"

"Children, children!" Arthur shoved himself between the two of them, wincing as they clawed at him to get to each other. "Ow! Stop fighting for God's sakes! Shit! Walter, stop scratching my face! Olivia, stop kicking my chest!"

"He/She started it!" Both shouted in unison and in their respective languages; Arthur could feel a migraine coming on.

"I SAID, ENOUGH!" He grabbed them by the back of their collars and banged their heads together, watching them writhing in pain with a stern expression. "You two are soldiers of Hellsing and I will not tolerate any childish squabbles! Both of you will work together in the future, so I expect you guys to at least tolerate each other. Do you understand?!"

Walter crossed his arms and glared to the side, while Olivia, who could only assume what Arthur was saying, did the same.

"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"…Yes, sir."

"Igen, uram*"

"Good," He released his hold on their collars and stood back up. "Walter, go monitor the other soldiers' exercises. Make sure there isn't a single boot out of place."

"Yes, Sir Hellsing." He bowed and hurried out of the room, but not without sticking his tongue out at Olivia who returned the gesture with equal malice.

"Obnoxious brat," Olivia scowled, patting her stinging cheeks. "He has no respect for his elders."

"Hey, you are not off the hook either." Arthur snapped, pointing to the ground. "Drop and give me thirty push-ups, now!"

Groaning, Olivia rubbed her sore arms before doing as her commander ordered, wishing she could shoot an arrow into Walter's repugnant face.

Thirty grueling push-ups later, Olivia found herself in Sir Hellsing's office with rubbery arms and a thick coat of sweat.

"Now," Arthur placed a book with foreign words in front of her. "Here is one of the most important parts of your training."

"Will I have to balance this on my head?"

"No, silly girl, you are going to learn how to read it." He cleared his throat and opened the book to the first page. "You are in England now, and if you want to live here, you will have to learn the language. I want to you understand this book top to bottom and then read it back to me. Think you can do that?"

"Yes, sir." She mumbled, finding the sentences to look more like squiggles than words. "I'll try my best to learn English as quickly as possible."

"The more you submerge yourself, the easier it will come to you." Arthur pulled out another book, this one with the alphabet. "But, first, you need to start with pronunciation."

By the time Olivia left Arthur's office, it was three in the afternoon and she had a headache in addition to her aching limbs.

"Who knew the English language was so tedious." She sighed, balancing the books and notes Arthur had bestowed upon her with the orders to have mastered pronunciation by tomorrow's lesson. "I thought my training would just be me shooting stuff until Sir Hellsing deemed me competent enough. I guess there is more to being a part of Hellsing than that."

Somehow she found her way back to her room and the books were dumped on the ground as Olivia flopped onto her bed.

"I will study hard, Anya and Apa." Her voice was muffled against the pillows. "But just let me rest for a moment. I haven't a break since seven this morning."

She was marinated in her sweat and her stomach was growling, but Olivia was too exhausted to move.

"I supposed my body just isn't used to this. Hopefully it will get easier."

She laid there for a moment longer, but eventually forced herself up, knowing she had a mission to complete and vegetating wasn't going to help.

Plopping herself onto the carpet, Olivia picked up the alphabet book and practiced sounding out the letters.

"Ei….Bi….Si…Deh?"

It was difficult for her tongue to wrap about the pronunciations and she grew frustrated with herself with every mistake she made.

"Come on, Olivia! You are doing this for your family! Don't put Sir Hellsing's and Mr. Alucard's generosity to waste!" She chanted to herself. "Don't be dead weight! Don't be dead weight!"

But her tongue just wouldn't cooperation and Olivia eventually had to take a break.

She went back down to the armory and fetched her bow and quiver from the shelf using a stool.

"Alright, time to practice." Olivia hurried to the shooting gallery and plucked an arrow from the quiver. "Just pretend it is like your slingshot."

Taking a deep breath, she drew the arrow back on the bowstring and aimed for the red target on the dummy's torso.

'Everyone is a monster….Everyone is a monster…Do not hesitate…'

She released the arrow.

*Pluck*

It hit the dummy but not the target.

"Again!" She drew another arrow back and fired, this one landing closer to the bull's eye.

"Again!"

*Pluck*

"Again!"

*Pluck*

"Again!"

By the time she ran out of arrows, a line of arrows had formed across the dummy with the final arrow hitting the bull's eye.

"If I keep practicing," Olivia hummed, hopping over to the dummy and pulling the arrows out one by one, "I'll be a master in no time."

The idea of her shooting down enemies alongside Mr. Alucard brought a smile to her face and there was a skip in her step as she returned to her previous position.

'When we meet again, I want to show him my abilities and thank him for bringing me here.' Olivia held the bow to her chest and said a silent prayer. 'It will be hard and I know this isn't even a fraction of what I need to know, but….please watch over me and may I get stronger so I can proudly stand as a Hellsing soldier.'

And with that, she drew an arrow back and fired at the target.

A/N: Olivia may have some natural skills but she needs to hone them if she wants to be a decent soldier. And I figured Arthur knew very little about how to deal with children outside of a work atmosphere, and since Olivia is a girl, he finds it a bit easier to be patient/nicer to her. But he will still work her hard because Arthur intends on making her great. Walter and Olivia, tomodachis for life. Lol. And Alucard will make an appearance in the next chapter to check on Hellsing's newest recruit!

Please look forward to it!

Translation:

Dobos Torta: Hungarian sponge cake with chocolate buttercream.

Engedj el: "Release me"

Igen, uram: "Yes, sir"