"Alright kid, let's take this nice and slow." Brenon said, "Now show me, what is the first step?"
Saya pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket. It was a little piece of newspaper made into a musket cartridge, folded up to contain a metal ball and some black powder. Saya bit the end and spat out the paper. Saya then half-cocked her carbine and opened the cover. She then poured a little black powder in the pan then closed the cover back up.
"I would have opened the cover before tearing open the paper, but you didn't spill any powder, so let's move to the next step."
Saya put the butt of the carbine at her feet. She then carefully poured the rest of powder down the barrel, then shoved the paper with the ball in as well. She then pulled the ramrod out of its resting place and placed it in the barrel. She shoved the rod down the barrel several times to make sure the bullet was firmly pressed into the end.
"Ah... you might want to do it a few more times there kid!"
Saya then grunted as she shoved the ramrod down several more times to make absolutely sure the weapon was loaded correctly. She then took the rod out and returned it to its resting place under the barrel. Saya then picked up the rifle and squared off her stance. She pulled the butt of the carbine firmly into her shoulder and gripped the rifle tight. She then stared at her target: A small glass bottle placed on a log about fifty meters away. On top of the bottle was a plum. She took aim through the sights and was about to pull the trigger, but she felt her father's hand on her shoulder.
"I think you're forgetting something there kid!"
Saya nodded her head, then full-cocked the carbine and took a deep breath.
"Alright. I want you to take one more deep breath. Exhale and and focus. Only squeeze the trigger when you are ready to fire. Nothing else matters right now."
Saya looked down the sights of her rifle. She took another deep breathe and as she exhaled all the way, she took her shot. A splitting crack of thunder spread out across the forest and white smoke filled Saya's vision. When the smoke cleared, the plum was sitting beside the glass bottle and had a large hole in it.
"Very good kid! Very good..."
"Thanks dad!" Saya said out loud. She looked over to where her father would be standing, had he not died eight years ago. Saya knows this, but she always repeats the same process when practicing her shooting, as if it were still yesterday.
I like the incorporation of magical elements, that makes it feel really immersive in the world. Very nice dude !!