Raising my rifle was nothing more than a reflex.

Since coming to this world, how many bullets had I fired? Ever since I was a child and first started using a revolver, I had carried a gun with me at all times. And whenever I had a chance, I practiced.

Swinging a sword wasn’t an option for me—not when I had the power to rewind time. If I trained, my muscles would develop, but the moment I rewound time, all my progress would reset. No matter how hard I worked, it would all be undone in an instant.

That was why I chose firearms.

Pulling a trigger always produced the same force. The bullet’s speed was instantaneous, faster than the average person’s eye could track or react to.

Of course, that didn’t mean guns required no physical ability. In this era, most firearms were heavy metal constructs, and handling them skillfully—quickly aiming and maintaining control—still required some level of strength. But in the end, what mattered most was sensation.

There were plenty of calculations that could determine bullet trajectory—wind resistance, gravity, even my own pulse. This world had long-range rifles for snipers, after all.