Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

Stream protection, which scratched the wild horse and went out to the front row, quickly grasped the situation.

That's the end of an outdoor shop along Boulevard.

One middle-aged man nodding, about six or seven meters ahead of the pedestrian walls.

"Grr..."

A nasty red coming from his left arm is creating a bloody build-up in the sand.

Standing slightly apart, a man of poor face and blood. On one arm, a boy is still about four or five years old. His little head, a hostage, was poked with the murder weapon of the evil man's grip.

"Mom......!

Tip to reach for a small hand that the boy can't reach. A woman who looks sad, one step ahead of the crowd.

"Stop, let go of my child...!

The desperately pleading mother had been stopped by the surrounding wild horses from "dangerously" and "calm down".

"Hehe... hey, don't come near me - you guys."

The man laughed naggingly and directed the weapon he held to show off to the boy's head.

The history is unknown, but outlaws are taking children hostage to intimidate the people around them. The status quo is easy to grasp. But now on this occasion,

(That's...,)

Above all, the eyes of the drift guard were nailed to 'it'. The man is holding it, the murder weapon poking at the child.

A tool the size of which fits in the palm, with a hole in the tip of a short extending cylinder.

"Lugo, I wonder what he's got? It's in a strange shape... is that a weapon? Doesn't look like a particularly dangerous substitute."

Leo, who came next door, dives in and asks.

"Oh. That... is a pretty bad weapon called a handshot"

It was not until some time after the Heavenly Boom Feast that Lifeguard learned of its existence. In a rough martial arts festival that had hardly a problem with the reputation of "anything," it should be noted that there was one man who was seen as disqualified along the way.

I hear that the man who used a bunch of armaments that did not fit the civilization level of this world was defeated after a fierce fight with Dino. According to Belgrette, who actually watched the game, "if the opponent wasn't Dino, it could have been a unilateral killing".

Full-body armor like a rider suit called Septius. A sword of light called a laser blade. Poison fog called Toxic Grenade.

And...

The neighboring refe tentatively called the cannon Infega, a shooting weapon that left indelible wounds on the right arm of Duen, who was the country's strongest warrior.

The name of that murder weapon, which only seems to be a 'pistol' from the knowledge of drift protection,

"Hey you, thats... no way, he's a handshot or something...? Stop imitating stupid and surrender......!

It was my colleague's regular soldier, Carbolo, who stepped forward from the hedge on the other side with such a warning. Like the drift guards, they must have heard the noise.

"A soldier? Don't come near me...!

A man points the end of the handshot at Carrborough.

"Ugh, dude, don't get too early......!

Suddenly 'gunpoint' is pointed at you, there is no way to exchange it with regular soldiers. When it comes to Mage, a chant is needed to unleash an attack technique. Just pull the trigger. Just disadvantageous to the opponent. Carrborough raises his hands, one step and two steps back. Here the driftshield and the gaze met, and the two snorted at each other in a whisper.

This also serves as a soldier. We have to do something, we have to put the place away.

Information has already been shared between Ref and Raindeer on the dangers of handshots.

Recognition includes a weapon that easily unleashes the flying tools of a superior chancer (Mage). Simply pulling the trigger at your fingertips, the convenience of being able to sneak it into your nostrils, etc. would also be a major feature drawing a line with bowguns and bows and arrows.

(Finally, even Raindeer started coming out......?

It was only a handshot with a few reports so far in the refeit, but it may be said that 'this is what happens' was only a matter of time.

(Indeed, the number of rounds loaded is three...... Requires an immediate reload of the type to pack the bullet. Speaking of Earth, it's a small pistol "Derringer" in size, and it looks like a revolver in structure. No, that's just what Dr. Locke told me because I have no idea about guns)

All handshots currently being seized perform the same. It shouldn't be an exception for a man to have it.

A man nodding in front of me must have been shot earlier, so from the sound of the shooting, there are two bullets left. Reloading is laborious, so you can assume that just one shot has not gone yet.

If you're alone on this scene, you can push yourself into it, but there's no better reason for that than having a large number of wild horses. If you get shot with a rash, you're likely to hit someone with a stray bullet.

Disabled before you let him shoot you? Two shots left, do you want me to waste my time shooting and seizing them?

(Hard either way dude......!

Even though I don't like drift protection, I'm not exactly trained to assume a firearm or anything. but leaking a cry doesn't start any more than I've been in a situation like this.

"Hey, you."

Speaking carefully with both hands up, the muzzle was directed sassy to the drift shelter.

"What the hell?"

"Soldier at once. Let her go. I'll be the hostage instead. If you want more money, I'll give you some."

"Kim...?

The man's blood-running eyes glare at him.

If I have my physical abilities, I don't care as long as I can get close. Come on aboard, for drift protection that thinks

"I don't know, money."

The man laughed, mocking. Shaking his shoulders with a cuckoo.

"What I want... is power. Hihi, hihi. Even the power, you get as much money as you can..."

You're a pain in the ass, and I realize the shield is here.

Man's eyes. Its black eyes are contracting as small as dots.

(This guy... is he in the middle of something)

Liquid protection was also a story I learned from Dr. Locke, who said that some of the drugs have this kind of pupil reduction action. I have caught several of them as soldiers before, but some of them had the same eyes.

If you become a drug addict, maybe there's no deep reason why you're even rampant like this.

"Hey, it's power, you Yarrow!

"Yes, they do!

The surrounding wild horses are awkward. The Raindeer people are attentive and many are belligerent.

(That's not good...)

In contrast to the townspeople who get hot, the drift shelter seeps through the rush.

The general public doesn't know about the existence of handshots. Now one person has been injured and, above all, remains wary of far-flung windings because the child is being taken hostage. I mean, basically,

"I'm not shielding a child. Come on, Cora!

One of the big wild horses slaps himself in the chest more and more.

"Stupid..."

A man turns to the end of a handshot.

"What? What's with all those toys?

Yes, I'm not scared of gunshots. Because I don't know that fear.

Though one of the shooters is rolling right there, 'I don't understand how he was injured'. It was passing in the first place, and I wouldn't even have witnessed the moment in detail.

I hear that even that refe's most powerful and famous Duen Akelone finally realized how a handshot works after a few of his buddies were shot. A weapon called a gun must appear as an unlimited and bizarre object in the eyes of humans who don't even know it exists. Anyway, it's like people are falling when you realize it.

"Wait, calm down, calm down."

Bread and dry sound as soon as the drip shield takes a step forward in the form of breaking and entering. A beat late, a surprising scream that rolls from the audience.

Right beside the drift protection. The diner sign that was sticking out of the building's wall was shot through, flashly scattering fragments. The clasp came off due to the impact, or it was made of fallen wood. That crashes into the cargo directly below, causing dust.

"Whoa... did you take it off?"

You were going to hit me, you bastard, and keep your liver cool, while the drift shield stays as calm as possible.

(and anyway, this is one more shot...)

Only once more, I manage to make him shoot for nothing. That way, I won't give you time to reload later.

"Whoa... Big ass there, speaking of which, I was hoping to hang up on you."

Plenty of superiority, too. A gunpoint that still drifts white smoke turns to the big wild horse you just provoked. Be deliberate, be a tease.

"Oh, man. What the hell did you do now? What the hell is that tool?"

Strange objects in the hands of the bad guys, smoke drifting from beyond. Destroyed distant signs. Even if you can't see it, you can imagine what would have happened if it had been shown to you.

Attack distant targets from raised hands and fingertips.

That would not have been a place unless it had been a leading chanter, Magee. From a human being without the gift of divine chanting "Oracle," a frontier that cannot be reached no matter how much effort is put into it.

"Hey... what are you asking me, that tool...!

It must have been an understandable demonstration. Apparently he finally understood the horror of handshots. Against him,

"Hehe, check it out in your own body"

bread, and a flashy wooden spirit rings.

"Gu!?

It wasn't a firing noise. Handshot away from a man's hand and flying parabolically.

What burst was a flash of thunder.

Carrborough is dispersed in the hedge and palms toward the man. Clearly targeted, unique to regular soldiers - an elaborate blow unique to the chanter Mage was playing the murder weapon.

"- You said it! Go, Lugo!

"Nice Carrborough!"

The drift protection I tried to step in to meet my colleague's brilliant aide

"Lick... Bye ye-!"

A bad guy poking a hostage child is stunned to see what he took out of his nose with one remaining hand.

"Become..."

That is, give me another handshot.

(You had two!? Ma, no...!

The wrath-driven villain will never stop again. Even drug addiction. In a few moments you will definitely shoot.

Still, I don't care if it's just drift protection, but the folks around me don't either. I can't even predict how stray bullets fly.

Are you ready to be wounded or sacrificed, penetrate and beat down? Or something else...

Inside the guerrillas, a moment of hesitation floated.

From the side, a blue shadow popped out. It's - I don't hesitate to go into the bad guys, Leo's appearance.

"Die, baka!

Naturally, the man points the tip of the cylinder at him impending.

While I stopped him, I didn't even have time to scream his name. Dry shooting noise ringing at close range. Screaming rising from the perimeter.

However,

- Don't roll.

Leo, who should have been shot at close range, fleshed flat without even stopping, slamming his right fist into the face of the bad guy. The man screams sadly, ghoulishly, and flips brilliantly of things.

(Nah......!? And, anyway!

Lifeguard rushes over to the fallen villain to seize him immediately and restrain him in his rear hand. while tying it up using a towel-substituted textile that I was carrying in my jacket pocket.

"Leo, are you okay!?

Turning to his face, he was looking down at his own body and putting his hand on his flank.

"Hey Leo, hold on......!

There is no such thing as red blood sticking to the hands of young people slowly released in response to the call - etc.

"... no, it seems nothing"

himself, whining with a clapping look.

"... you were off"

Caress your chest down and check the area for drift protection.

A mother embracing a child who was in captivity, the people who intervene through the first man who was shot, the crowd around him. I can't see a man who thinks he was injured by a stray bullet right now.

"... ha"

First of all, is it settled?

But...

(I was just lucky, you know...)

It was a situation where it wasn't strange who was shot and who was dead.

(This... hey, you gotta be serious...)

Will it be necessary to inform the public about the existence of handshots in case this happens in the future? Shouldn't soldiers also be trained to deal with this?

"Hihi, hihihi"

A man, laid in vaguely contemplating that, grinned creepily, drooling with blood and covetousness.

"Power... my power..."

with a vain eye, staring at a handshot falling far away.

"Fuck you."

It was Carbolo who came to pick up those two cloves.

"I heard you talking... a worse substitute than I expected? This...... Tubute's firing, isn't it? I couldn't see..."

Blurring carboro with a serious look at the little murder weapon in his hand, Lifeguard stabs the nail with a tired face.

"Oh, don't hang your finger on the trigger underneath it. Just pull it off and you'll shoot it easy."

"Ugh."

To him bitterly distorted in his face, a grumbling groan is emitted.

"Give it back... mine, give me strength..."

"What's the power, you idiot? I need you to wash up and throw up how you got this."

When Carbolo smashed the man's head with his toes, several townspeople came there. They were uniformly puzzled faces, some of which appeared to be large men who had earlier provoked the bad guys.

"You guys... could it be a soldier"

"Yes (Kiri)"

Carrborough is obvious because he is wearing silver armor, but the drift protection is not known first because of his plain clothes. All the time here, take out the badge and show it.

"Really...... By the way, what the hell is that tool..."

"Ah... uh, that's a handshot..."

To them, who turn anxiously to the unknown weapons seized by Carbolo, the drift shield lightly picks and explains. As the tied man twisted himself around and said, he settled his hips with Dosun on his back.

"- So it's still a weapon with a lot of mystery... If you ever see it again in the future, it would be helpful if you could contact the nearest barracks. As you can see, it's a pretty dangerous weapon."

As always, it was one lousy explanation for the guerrillas right now, but the townspeople looked a little hoaxed.

"Hmm, is that right... it was your first discovery in my country, wasn't it? The producer is also unknown, and…"

"Right, well, you're not Master Aldia. Good for you."

"Oops" elbows one of the others who continues to do so. The person was hacked and held his own mouth in one hand.

"What's wrong with the king?

What bothered me was the type of drift protection that I would ask on the spot.

A little awkwardly so, he opened his mouth as one had perceived.

"Hey... aren't we talking about the King developing convenient tools one after the other these days? So that weapon, too, uh..."

"... oh, I see"

King Ardia's impression from an innocent people is dominated by orientations such as' a strong and gentle casual uncle '. The people's lives are paramount. We also have the horror of not tolerating the hostiles, but we all have full confidence that that is why our daily routine is being observed.

I won't get my hands on it from myself, a martial arts to protect. Tattoo it, and if they do, double it and do it again. Many admire its absolute strength, which always makes them feel spared.

But didn't such King Aldia make such a terrible weapon so specialized in the ability to kill, first and foremost than to make their lives convenient? I felt such anxiety, I guess that means.

"The handshot wasn't made by our king, so don't worry there. What he's trying to develop right now is tools that anyone can communicate with, potties that wash their asses on their own."

"Or take your own ass...? Wash...!? What do you mean?

"It's called a washlet. Here's how the water comes out and shrugs..."

"How can you wash your ass like that!? Oh, that's awesome! Ha ha ha!

When I explained it in detail, the place was surrounded by a bright atmosphere.

"Hihi, hihi...!

There, laughter, including ecstasy, crosses. He was a bad example, laid up in a shield and replaced by a chair.

"What the hell, chicken. During the glass hub. I'm telling you, you're going to get busted in a cabin, so you can't use your civilizational instruments."

The man laughs as if he didn't mean to, even though the drift guard riding on his back looks down at him.

"It's crap...... You guys realize in the back of your minds too...?

Force yourself around your neck. Blood-running eyes are not directed toward shielding. The open eyes narrow to the limit pupils gaze at the gathered people.

"You realize the potential for new powers, don't you? I'm not the same weapon I've ever had. You don't have the gift of a technique like ours, even if you're born to fail, it's a substitute for killing the tall chanter Maggie...!

For a moment, quiet back.

The people, no one said anything. It's not the wind of being stuck in objections, it's like being poked into the void. and at first sight.

…………

Reflux protection also recognises the fact.

This world called Grimcrows revolves around the power of the divine chant Oracle. The foundation of the soul and heart power Prarna, which is needed to manipulate its power. Since the amount of soul and heart strength "Prarna" that an individual can enclose is born and almost determined, whether or not he could have been born with many of this is directly linked to his superiority and inferiority as a person as it is.

In principle, those who do not are no match for a race born with a certain amount of soul and mind power, Prarna, and certified as the chanter Magee. Whether it's simple violence or a secret future. There is no longer a clear difference in life itself.

The majority of the people did not get the qualities to become the chanter Mage, who could only use basic techniques. If you put it to them, the chancer Mage is like a privileged class, and I'm sure many have complex thoughts without putting it on the table. Vision, fear, jealousy, would vary.

A weapon that can easily subjugate them, even if they are such powerless civilians.

That's - a handshot.

That's what the man claims.

The evil man, gazing at the silent people, grins delightfully deeper.

"Hi. you, you, you, you there, right? Do a plain job every day, all covered in dust and mud, and live on the qualities. You like it. You don't live like that."

Like poking a gap in your mind.

"That's what I thought I was gonna do to all the great chanteers, Maggie, there's got to be enough to rot."

To the people who cannot argue, continue.

"You guys like that... we can, really... easily plump them. That's what I am...! With all this chicara,... WHAT...!

Satanic temptation.

However,

"Whatever."

It was the pale-haired young man who broke into it in a boring way.

"In fact, you used that power and it to make a scene. If you're such a jerk, don't be so unconvincing."

Leo, approaching, looks down at the man and laughs with his nose.

The loser and the bad guy argued with spitting.

"I don't know...! Lucky for you!? It just so happens...... I came off by chance, so I was so helpful! Even if it was a hit, what a dick! Remember... next time... ugh."

"- You don't."

The voice of Leo, who frowned on the eight letters and even included the mercy to teach. Shin, the place quieted down.

……

He was also breathing unexpectedly.

That goes without saying. It's like the animals that have been terrorized by the arrival of the inflexible lion.

Leo tells pale.

"You don't have a 'next'. You're the one who got beat up and fell unnecessarily... but if you were, you'd end up getting stung in the todome relentlessly. Lugo took the form of captivity, so I can just admire your manners. If this is the world outside the walls... there is no such thing as" next "in the feed of the animal that was crushed by the lion Leo. You couldn't be. Even if you get the power and the power... for the strong."

A moment of silence.

"Oh, yeah, they are!

"Boy is right, you son of a bitch......!

Like finally, the folks followed Leo. Tired of keeping his neck rounded, too, or the man turns off his face and shuts up without disputing them.

"No, but you're still brave, Leo's boy. Nice work ~"

"How is your father?"

The son of a merchant in this city, so those around him seemed to know Leo. I surround him and make a stand with that and this.

"... Keh. Born slave guts."

A man lying under the ass of a stream guard poisoned him small with a voice they could not hear.