The Gunsmith
"You know, using a gun isn't as hard as I thought it would be," I said, eyeing my newly obtained revolver as the ten of us walked down a wide street, neon signs flashing everywhere. I wasn't afraid to be out here in the open, since those guys we made enemies out of earlier couldn't come after us immediately. After all, they had to first treat the poor guy's injury - the one that I had shot.
"Yeah? Well, when I first picked up a gun, it took me quite a while to get the hang of it," Xiang Peng said. "I couldn't handle the recoil."
"Hm...well, the recoil on this thing isn't that bad," I mused, spinning the revolver around my finger. "There's only 5 bullets left in the chamber though. I got the weapon, but not the ammo."
"Oh, once you get a Mana Projectile Compactor, you won't have to worry about that," Xiang Peng replied.
"H-Hold on, a what?" Feng Mian asked.