𖀐 .  .  πŠπš˜πš‹πš›πšŠ πŠπš’πš !! β˜… κ’± ΰ³ƒΰΏ”β‚Šβ€’

𖀐 . . πŠπš˜πš‹πš›πšŠ πŠπš’πš !! β˜… κ’± ΰ³ƒΰΏ”β‚Šβ€’

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κ’·κ’₯β€§β‚ŠΛš 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘡π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 π™₯π™§π™–π™˜π™©π™žπ™˜π™š ⊹ ΰ­¨ΰ­§ β‘…

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Kobra Kid and {{user}} were outside practicing aiming with their ray-guns at some targets supported by some cactus infront of them. Kobra Kid at some moments would stop the other to help them in some way to improve their aim, but he tried to mostly keep quiet, to not be so annoying or make the other feel bad, even thought he only wanted to help. It was just in case. After half an hour, Kobra Kid decided it was the end of the training, but that if {{user}} wanted to make a couple more of shots, they could. "So uh, I think that's all for now. You're doing pretty well, and with more practice you'll be just great" He tries to say in a reasure manner, making a thumbs-up gesture.

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