An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

Begin today.

Saran and I will split into mountains.

Follow the traces of Sika and anticipate the latency point. I'll be the one waiting for Saran to get his momentum and kick the deer out.

Hilululululululululululululu - -.

Saran releases an arrow. It's an arrow with a sound.

You'll be driven by it and the deer will run!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Doom!

Two of the four heads are down!

Whether it's a running deer or from the front, I can figure it out.

Doom!

Last shot!

Hit it!

Was it a bad hit? It's still hanging.

Pull the fore-end and throw the shot shell directly into the vent (ejection port) to stop the puncture!

Doom!

Did you let one get away with it... But I got three heads.

Shika here doesn't fear humans very much, so she doesn't change course when she looks at me.

If you're a Hokkaido deer, you'll run off on the sidelines.

Thanks to you, even my arm managed to capture it.

Pump action guns aren't as fast as autos, but they can still be fired a lot faster than bolt action (* 1).

"No, the Great Hunt!

Saran, you look happy.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Men came from the village when Saran blew the horn.

"Oh, my God!

Everyone is surprised to see three deer.

We'll all take it home with us, including Saran.

"I'm tired of eating..."

You mustn't say luxury, motherfuckers...... children.

"Smoke it"

"Sausage would be nice."

Let's start with dried meat.

The villagers' faces are also bright.

I was called to the village chief's house that night.

"You don't have to be nervous. I wanted to thank you."

Saran and I will enter the village's largest Marutai hut.

"You've come a lot. Come on in."

You're the head of the welcoming elf, a middle-aged man.

Can I actually look like this and be a few hundred years old?

He's a tremendously beautiful man. That's an elf. Looks like an actor.

I was advised to drink, but I can't drink, so I'm sorry, but I said no. I'm a little surprised, but I hope I'm not being disrespectful.

"Nothing to be rude about. It's not uncommon for an elf not to like alcohol, and eat for that matter! Don't hesitate."

I'm glad they recommend all kinds of meals.

The flavoring... they all taste thin. Is it a natural food, or worse, an elf stream that lacks salt air, to put it well?

"I hear you use unusual magic props?

Yeah, I thought they'd ask me someday.

"This is it. I call it an iron gun. Actually, I'm not using magic."

I hand you the Remington M870 for the love gun.

Of course, the bullets are unplugged, so no matter how you mess with them, you won't have an outburst.

"Hmm...... Iron is used...... It's a really brilliant piece of work. No decorative decorations, no barbaric appearance, but on the other hand, it's really sophisticated... The craftsmanship of such haggans, human skill, is faint. How do we get our prey?

"The trick is out-of-the-box simple, exploding gunpowder inside and flying copper bullets with that momentum. at an invisible speed. So when you shoot, you make a big noise."

"I see, do you use drugs? Interesting. Is this hard to get?

"It was brought to me when I came to this world. Unfortunately, I think there's only one thing in this world."

"Right...... You mean you're the only one who uses this? It doesn't mean all humans use this, does it?

"Right."

"Did I say this world?

"Yes."

"No way, you're from another world or something."

"Will that be exactly... There were no elves in my world."

"Hmm..."

"In the world I was in, I think I'm already supposed to be dead. I don't remember being attacked by a bear. [M] I was in the mountains when I realized."

"... I wonder if that's happening. It's incredible, but as far as this magic trick is concerned, it's not in this world. Maybe it's possible. All your outfits and all the things you use are strange to me."

Saran and I are nodding yeah. Is this a convincing story? Hey.

I think you're lying to yourself. [M]

"Doesn't this make it easy to kill us, too?

The village chief who looks at me still.

"... I think I can"

Have you ever killed a man or an elf?

"None."

……

"Hmm, Your Highness, lying looks hectic"

I laugh at it.

"Um, I'm not lying..."

"I know. If you're going to lie, it means you're already going to lie badly. Stupid. Honestly, there's something wrong with you telling a story that nobody seems to believe. Let's give this back."

So laughing, he hands me the M870.

"Thank you for reducing deer damage. The villagers are delighted. Keep it up."

"Yes!"

"In fact, not only deer, but also crow and raccoon crop damage and livestock damage from foxes are less. I'm currently fencing the field, etc., but I can't get around to it even if I want to make it bigger"

"... Really? Think about it."

"Please."

"Long, look, and that!

What is it, Mr. Saran? Are you hiding something?

"Oh, you did! Sir, can I get you some salt?

"Is it salt? I gave it to you yesterday."

"A little more massive..."

"Hmmm......"

I wonder if I can. If it's coarse salt or something, I think I can buy it in bulk.

"In fact, a human merchant comes and buys furs, horns, produce, etc., but instead it's salt that replaces them"

"That's a lot... expensive shopping"

"That's right. They're looking at my feet. It's being bought and beaten. Well...... it will"

"Wait a minute, please"

Leaving the village chief's house, he put out a magic bag and said, "Salt! About 20kg! When I said," The bag became heavy and fell down.

If you open it... there's a big craft paper bag that looks like it could be 25kg.

Business salt, huh? The price is $25.

It's amazing how a velcro bag about the size of a regular sports bag contains a vertical salt bag. The bottom is deep when you peek in, isn't it? What kind of logic?

I wonder if this massive amount of salt, salted meat, is for that purpose. Then I might even keep it in the outdoor store. Modern 100% chemical synthetic industrial products, salt without mixing.

Do you want another bag?

It's not expensive, and another bag.

No, go get another bag.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Saran, I need a little help"

Bring it out somewhere and into the village chief's living room.

"Ko... this is... all salt!

"Wow... I have a year's worth to use in all of our villages!

"So... how much are you selling me this for? No, I don't have any money, but what are you gonna trade me for?

"I'm not a merchant. On the condition that you don't ask me how I procured it, I'll give it to you for free if you let me in as a companion to this village. If you think I paid my taxes with salt."

I have heard that "salaries" in the meaning of salaries originally mean salt.

In land where salt is difficult to procure, it may be worth the money.

The village chief looked surprised, and, laughed at me.

"Absolutely. I intend to do so at all times. As much as you like, stay in this village. Lord Singh."

shook my hand a lot. Glad to hear it.

The next day, salt rationing began in the morning.

Everyone's gathered at the village chief's house with a pot.

You're filling a pot full of salt with joy.

It's a precious item...

"Everyone, one thing we have gathered together, we have a report!

The village chief will raise his voice and everyone will pay attention.

"We are to accept Lord Singh here as our villager in the village of Copoli. From now on, it's one of us. Say hello to everyone."

Pussy pussy...

Everyone was welcome with applause.

Glad......

I think I'm going to cry.

No.

I cried.

I cried pompously.

Everyone looked strange when they saw me like that.

Saran was the only one laughing.

The village landscape has changed dramatically since that day.

There's a woman walking. You can say hello.

Speaking of which, there were no women in this village as much as there were no women.

Were you hiding until now?

Hey, were you hiding from me?

I'm a little shocked about that.

"Mm-hmm."

Saran explains how bad the bat looks.

"An elf woman, she looks so beautiful from a human point of view."

Yes, indeed, you are all beautiful. She is a beautiful girl to an amazing beauty, whether you look right or left. Is it a fashion show venue? Is this Miss Conn's venue?

It's amazing.

"So come on, Elf women have always been exposed to humans, haven't they? They don't make me a servant or a slave. Hey. So maybe the men were hiding it so you wouldn't see it."

It's a shock fact. It's a gag. It's very unintentional.

"Isn't Saran a woman too..."

"I'm Holla, because I'm not the type of person who would love to be"

"Really? I think there's demand."

"To whom"

"To me."

He hit me pretty hard. It hurts.

(I forgot to keep my ears long...)

- - Author annotation - -

* 1. Bolt-action shotguns are currently popular and there are more hunters in use in Hokkaido.

There are Sabot Slug specific guns with rifle barrels such as Savage's F212 and F220.

Under Japanese gun knife law regulations, rifling is sharpened to less than half, but hitting accuracy is considerably better at 50m and 5cm or less. It is assumed that the minute hit accuracy with which the barrel is fixed is higher than that of an interchangeable M870 or the like. By the way, if normal slug bullets are also shot from the slug specific barrel, the hit accuracy is not beaten by the sabot slug.