Setting
That said, being a emrcernary taught him to be ruthless. So he was. Despite codes of conduct or ethics, he was ruthless sometimes and disruptive. Uncaring.
"Ugh, better not remind myself of such things. Better Focus...that competition was a clear indicator that I need to stay relaxed and have become rusty in retirement."
He knew his skills, but he was also very clearly aware that at any given time, things can go south for any one person. Not being prepare can lead to a live man being less than living. So, better ditch the gun at some point, stick to his trusted weaponry.
Maxim started walking toward the spaceport, looking and admiring the small town all the same along the way.