Juno glared down the sight of his new rifle as he waited for the simulation to begin, adjusting ever so slightly as he looked down the sight. Ever since the incident on Amity, he had been tasked with extra firearms practice, thanks to Nahualli's account of the situation. She didn't hear him call for help after the shot triggered Acero's grenades. Yes, the incident was labelled as an accident, but apparently that didn't mean jack. His old rifle had also been destroyed by another student during that particular exercise, further causing the young man to question the TA's competence in terms of teaching and interaction with students. And that wasn't even getting into the mess with Phi...
Yeah, he was still bitter about it, but he was beginning to understand where the TA was coming from. He hadn't kept Phi that much of a secret, and hadn't taught her what not to say. Not to mention that showing up to a worldwide tournament wearing bleeding edge powered armor was among the most ill advised decisions anyone had made within the past decade. Wasn't something he could undo, either, since he had gained both a mild following and a massive internet, and on occasion, real life hatedom for his victory against golden boy Jack Pettibone and his moving on to the semifinals. Someone was bound to take interest in his armor and tech at some point.
His attention flicked back to the range as the training program started once more, the hall occupied, but not cluttered with students practicing forms, working out, running drills and the like. This was the fifth time that day that he had worked on that program, and the fifteenth day since the extra instruction had become mandatory for his progression into second year. It was monotonous at this point. Targets would make themselves apparent, and he would shoot them down almost immediately. The new gun wasn't too different from his old one, as it was simply a newer model that saw frequent use in the Atlesian armed forces. The weight was more evenly balanced, which took a bit of getting used to, but he picked up on it relatively quickly with frequent use. As he shot the last target down, Juno glanced to the rest of the hall, relaxing his stance as Phi pulled up stats comparing his most recent performance with previous ones.
Gods, if he could find an excuse to get out of repeating the same damn program five more times, he would have used it already.