Training modes are an important part of any competitive gamer’s tournament preparation routine. It’s essential to achieve one’s best reaction time and muscle memory, so of course Nico Saiba would take all the time she could to learn her way around Taiga’s Gashacon Magnum for better performance at clearing Kamen Rider Chronicle.
“Straighten your back a bit more. Set your shoulder like this so the recoil won’t luxate it.” And of course it came with hands-on instruction, for the sake of gun safety. “Now for aiming—”
“I know how that works, I’m not stupid!” Nico bristled in the older woman’s hold, but did not bat her away. “When you pick up a gun, you shoot to kill. Or you don’t pick up a gun at all. That’s truth in television for you.”
“Having 3,000 hours in GTA still doesn’t give you the same physical aptitude as actual experience.” Taiga’s rough hands very delicately adjusted the angle of Nico’s face on the side of the rifle-mode Gashacon Magnum. “It wasn’t even the same for me until I had to pick up real guns out here. You don’t want to be facing high level enemies with just that.”
“I knowwww…” That was why she was letting Taiga help in the first place! It definitely wasn’t because… this was kind of nice. (Taiga was too keen on protecting her, so deliciously easy to manipulate in that, and maybe it was more than Nico could chew, but she wouldn’t acquiesce to a skunk-haired thirty year old woman’s overbearing concerns.) “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“I’m just doing my job as your doctor. Game Disease is easy to solve, but I can’t magically cure any physical damage you do to yourself by being reckless.” At least, she was done fiddling with Nico’s posture. “If you know how to aim already, try taking a shot.”
They had spray-painted some Bugster silhouettes on the Clinic’s back wall for training purposes, with some dyed water balloons attached to nails for “vital points” (if Bugsters had such things; probably it was more like hitboxes, but this was Taiga’s idea).
Trusting in her expertise, Nico took her first shot, aiming for the red dye balloon at the Bugster’s head.
It was a narrow miss. Only just slightly grazing the top of the balloon, but not popping it.
“This is bullshit, your stupid posture stuff is throwing off my game.” Nico complained, now really batting her very dear doctor away. “Lemme show you how a Genius Gamer does it.”
She shook her shoulders to take out the stupid tension and settled into a relaxed and comfortable posture.
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FILL: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-05-29 06:09 pm (UTC)Fandom: Kamen Rider Ex-Aid
Ship: Nico Saiba/(Fem) Taiga Hanaya
Words: 460
Training modes are an important part of any competitive gamer’s tournament preparation routine. It’s essential to achieve one’s best reaction time and muscle memory, so of course Nico Saiba would take all the time she could to learn her way around Taiga’s Gashacon Magnum for better performance at clearing Kamen Rider Chronicle.
“Straighten your back a bit more. Set your shoulder like this so the recoil won’t luxate it.” And of course it came with hands-on instruction, for the sake of gun safety. “Now for aiming—”
“I know how that works, I’m not stupid!” Nico bristled in the older woman’s hold, but did not bat her away. “When you pick up a gun, you shoot to kill. Or you don’t pick up a gun at all. That’s truth in television for you.”
“Having 3,000 hours in GTA still doesn’t give you the same physical aptitude as actual experience.” Taiga’s rough hands very delicately adjusted the angle of Nico’s face on the side of the rifle-mode Gashacon Magnum. “It wasn’t even the same for me until I had to pick up real guns out here. You don’t want to be facing high level enemies with just that.”
“I knowwww…” That was why she was letting Taiga help in the first place! It definitely wasn’t because… this was kind of nice. (Taiga was too keen on protecting her, so deliciously easy to manipulate in that, and maybe it was more than Nico could chew, but she wouldn’t acquiesce to a skunk-haired thirty year old woman’s overbearing concerns.) “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“I’m just doing my job as your doctor. Game Disease is easy to solve, but I can’t magically cure any physical damage you do to yourself by being reckless.” At least, she was done fiddling with Nico’s posture. “If you know how to aim already, try taking a shot.”
They had spray-painted some Bugster silhouettes on the Clinic’s back wall for training purposes, with some dyed water balloons attached to nails for “vital points” (if Bugsters had such things; probably it was more like hitboxes, but this was Taiga’s idea).
Trusting in her expertise, Nico took her first shot, aiming for the red dye balloon at the Bugster’s head.
It was a narrow miss. Only just slightly grazing the top of the balloon, but not popping it.
“This is bullshit, your stupid posture stuff is throwing off my game.” Nico complained, now really batting her very dear doctor away. “Lemme show you how a Genius Gamer does it.”
She shook her shoulders to take out the stupid tension and settled into a relaxed and comfortable posture.
“Bang!”
It was a bullseye hit.
But her shoulder did hurt like hell, yeah.
“What did I tell you!”