Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Don't come!? Don't come!?

"The monster! Don't die!!

Who's the monster!? I just wanted to say.....

"It's sad that I can't deny it."

Is there a sufficiently monstrous element from ordinary people when they are challenging a melee battle while holding a bullet that will be fired?

It's not normal to react after a bullet has been fired to avoid tricks.

What a nightmare to get closer while avoiding.

Just now, that's the feeling that's still in your fist.

Seeing the scene born before the full-blown fist, he spills a bitter smile and accepts the words.

The question arises as to whether it is possible to punch down a person equipped with a gun.

When asked whether it is possible or impossible, it is normal to say that it is possible with conditions.

There is a shield, the opponent's gun runs out of ammo, or causes trouble.

It will not happen unless there are favorable conditions on the side that is not equipped with guns, whether there are allies, whether the distance is close.

The elements that can be approached, and the elements that cannot be shot by a gun, matter.

But such a thing is impossible in reality.

If you're going to run with your gun in front of you, it's strange to think that you're going forward anyway.

What's more, I can't help but pass the nonsense of defeating with just a handful of empty fists and be told that I'm crazy.

In addition, it is strange to blow up a human on the fist side that can be said to be any battle cartoon.

The idea of being considered and defeated is an image of being defeated on the ground at best.

Never would a swinging fist across the earth have created a gust of wind and knocked humans down like bowling.

What do they think when it comes to reality?

Once or twice, some people might still think it's a coincidence, an illusion in the eyes, or a blister.

But.....

"This is the tenth time."

I've been swinging that kind of power all the time, and now I'm still grabbing the head of a close man and swinging it over the helmet and throwing it at him.

……

Looking at the sight, the other person's mouth was drawn, and without saying what a nightmare it was, I could see the color of fear in the color of my eyes.

I suppose I look like a demon now.

Otherwise, there would be no ordinary human being who lightly beats a human, throws a large adult with one hand, breaks the ground, and smiles at his mouth with his natural expression.

Perhaps if they were enemies and I was on the other side, I'd say the same thing.

Shit, this guy.

Midnight and my unclear appearance may also be helpful in fuelling the other person's feelings of fear.

Well, it's convenient for us to be afraid.

The more frightened I am, the easier it will be to move.

The opponent's light source is only a evenly installed bonfire, and the night vision scope cannot be fitted, so it should be difficult to see.

But now it's none of my business.

Rather, it looks like daytime.

I didn't think possessing magic in our world would be such an advantage.

Clearer and clearer than when using Night Vision scope.

Thanks to this, the darkness has become a catch-up for me.

Poor vision makes it easier to lose sight of me.

"I went that way!!

"Which way!!

"South!!

"You idiot! Opposite!!

"Where have you been!?

From a bright spot to a dark spot, the opponent is confused just by going back and forth as fast as humans think they can't make the move.

And don't miss the gap.

Fast approaching, agile as a beast that can't be captured by the naked eye and thin against enemies.

"Ng!?

"Ah, hey, what happened!?

I turned around and held my mouth and shot Mizo, trying not to let the air out, but the members who were nearby didn't seem to know what happened.

This physical ability to do so would be nothing but nightmares from the other person.

"Oh, hey, don't joke, hi!?

……

Crushing heavy weapons to end this battle silently may also stir the opponent's fears.

Compared to the instructors, I still fell within the ambit of people. I kicked the man who looked up at me in dismay and confirmed that my consciousness had flew, and then moved on to the next target.

The next target is close.

Just run gently and you'll be able to fight your enemies.

"Prioritize the ritual!! Engage your allies!! Whatever you do, take them down!!

Commander's instructions echo in the square as we take down one and the other.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm trying to get things done right, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable telling me how hard it is.

Even though it is difficult to defeat a large number of powerless people, do you still think you can do something about it?

Well, if you don't do anything like this, it's going to happen...

Unfortunately, this force also has a time limit.

If the magic that Suela, Memoria and Himiku put into me runs out, I'll go back to being just another person.

The time limit set is longer than the huge heroes from some nebula, but there is still room for it.

A ravaging play with such restrictions.

"You can't do this as a person."

So there is no waste of time.

If you hit them, they'll all blow up, kick them off and get rid of the shot Grenade without touching their feet.

If you jump, you step on a distance that was more than ten meters away with one foot, and if you get hit, you play the bullet with your hand, and the countless bullet storms that are fired from the pulled trigger in front of you present the gap, the vision that counts grains by grain, and slides your body into that space.

I came through the bullet barrage and, as I was told, I deserve to be called a monster.

However, it's true that I'm the one who can do it, and I'm in an environment where I can do it.

I don't know if I said I'd do it without a weapon, but take care of your allies.

Perhaps we can defeat our enemies if they can help us.

"Well, I don't know if I'm the enemy."

"Hyi!?

It was a bad way to encourage cooperation.

Besides, what mouth would say about creating such a scene?

Your gaze trembles like you don't think I'm human.

It doesn't feel good to be pointed at, but I can't help looking at it like this.

"If I punish you for this, you'll find a decent job."

Squeeze what's in my hand.

Metal hardness, not biological hardness.

It's not a big one, it's a small one.

No, it must have been big, to be exact.

To be more precise, it was an armored car.

There were two armored cars, both of which raised smoke, and the armor had holes in them, and it was the machine gun attached to the armored car that was just crushed.

Suuu

There are a lot of dead bodies around here.

I still have enemies, and I wonder if my nerves smoke in them, but I'm so tired of doing this.

Cut to the front, jump into the gunfire storm, throw RPGs and grenades, withstand the stun grenade light of sabotage weapons and smoke of smoke grenades, and throw them off one by one, throwing them over and over again.

If the number of enemies decreases, the armored car will think it's a big shot.

The armored car's armor was knocked down with a jump kick and then beaten indiscriminately.

I literally kept beating and dragging people out of the act of being told by ordinary people that I would definitely be better with my fist.

If you fold the machine gun in two and disable it, the other vehicle will end up the same way.

As a result, there are holes everywhere, armored cars? and a question mark was completed.

I did something I couldn't do normally, so I want you to forgive me about this one.

I'm not physically tired, but mentally tired.

This tragedy is still apparent to skilled soldiers equipped with modern anti-tank rifles and RPGs, as well as a variety of other equipment.

But what if there was a man in front of me who did it without equipment?

"I'm sure the teachers will laugh happily."

At least you didn't show me your face of fear.

Instead, you can see that you are happily challenging the fight.

As a person who knows such existence, and seeing a person exposed to such an ugliness as being dominated by such fear, I would like to reaffirm my common sense that this is more normal.

"Well, give up the bad guy."

"Okay, please, only life."

That's how insane I am to my opponent.

When asked if there are demons and immortals who have been educated in modern Japan, they say that most people will not be there.

First of all, it is definitely me who is insane.

I'm not laughing at such a person, and I'm not laughing at them, but they'll be scared to see me laughing at the excitement of the battle.

But this is the first time I've been begged.

"In the meantime, sleep by your side."

Though I think it's a word that makes me feel so subtle, I'm not a pleasure killer.

And even if you deny in your heart that you're not a pleasure killer, there's no reason to miss your enemies.

Don't be merciful to your enemies, it's an iron rule to challenge a dungeon.

So I kicked the man who was missing the mask and could see near the top right of his face to the edge of the square.

Somewhat subdued, but definitely more powerful than a professional fighter.

It won't be safe.

The sight of humans drawing parabolas and flying is familiar to me in the kaido, but I am impressed that I have finally come from the receiving side.

Well, that's the way it is.

The security clearance is now complete.

The Yin and Yang Master I was supposed to be with could tell from the explosions that could be heard from afar that my mother had successfully guided her away from here.

I can somehow tell from the sound of the battle that I am fighting guerrillas, but I have a hunch that I am convinced that my mother will be the dominant one.

Worried that it would be useless, he shifted his gaze away from the direction of the explosion to see the object while laughing bitterly.

If you gently change your gaze with your sip on the cigarette, you can see the object you've been looking at from afar closer than before.

A beating, pulsating object.

Looking closer, it's even more gloomy.

The viscera looks vivid.

Does that make my first impression look even more disgusting?

"Now, what do I do with this?"

I know that if you touch something that looks dangerous, you don't just have to hit it.

No fool would beat a bomb to think it would break.

With that, physically specializing, I don't really have much I can do in front of a substitute like this.

However, if you notice something by observing it, you may notice it when you stare at it.

"... isn't your heart beating faster?

I thought you were beating slowly until now, but now you're beating fast.

"I don't think so."

My heart is beating fast enough to think it might explode if I keep going like this.

What are you gonna do, hit me?

When the sound of a heartbeat tries to occupy the square, trying to act a little short-circuited.

It sounds out of place.

"Flute?"

Can I call it the wind tone?

At first, one tone gradually increases and you hear a chorus of whistles.

And then...

……

I can tell the tone of the whistle at once.

As soon as I turned my face in the direction of the sound, I knew.

I should have said it was out of place.

But in a way, the group was right for the occasion.

Cover your face with a black-like cloth, wrap yourself in white Japanese clothing, and walk here whistling.

Should I say dancers around them, women who cover their faces with whistle blowers, dress in flashy Japanese costumes, and dance slowly to the applause of the whistle?

In a place like this, the act.

The abnormally stained sight did not make me feel uncomfortable.

Oh, I see.

And when I saw the act, I couldn't understand it, but I was convinced.

I didn't know what they were thinking, but I knew what they were doing.

And I realized that I was the only one who could handle it.

"Oh, I'm in trouble."

While gripping the cigarettes and putting out the fire, I throw the manners that I normally protect into the ground and crush them with my feet so as to hit the idiots who lost their holidays.

If it were true, it would have been a job that would have ended in trouble with reconnaissance.

And now it's not over.

My mother will be fighting the Yin and Yang Masters by now.

I said I'd take care of you, so I guess I'll take care of it.

Then I will speak to the group while thinking that I will only do what I have to do.

"Hey, don't you think?"

You can't answer my question, and the whistle and the dance won't stop.

Oh, yes, there is no way to answer that.

There's no way I can answer that.

Anyway, the opponent.

"Demons"

Because I'm not human.

Inside a loosely swaying cloth.

Horns and fangs that grow from it.

Unlike Goblin and Oak, there were non-Japanese demons there, similar to instructor Kio.

One word today.

I didn't expect to see a fairy tale dweller.