"Well, why are you guys training at our store?
As if he had cut a numb on such a mother and daughter look, Dwarf's Dimros calls out to Shirley with a flashing look.
This is the compartment used to try out the merchandise, behind the weapon shop run by Dimros. The Shirleys were borrowing that corner to practice their swords, and it would be natural for Dimros to come and complain about one of them.
"The guild's training ground is a place for adventurers, because it was the only place that was convenient with all the other straws and stuff."
With that said, Shirley throws a few gold coins and takes a single sword that was in the store.
"Isn't that good? Because we're just making sure we're comfortable with the practice wooden swords we bought at this store and my new sword. I'm sure it's the right place to use it."
"This is crazy. I'm just puking... this is a place to make sure you're comfortable, not a place to train."
"It would be something similar. If you actually show it as one of the lighter simulations, you'll be more comfortable with it."
"Damn... well, I'm not using any other customers right now, okay?"
Shirley's persuasion not to back down was also troublesome, Dimros sighs as he scratches his head. If this is someone you don't know, I'm about to knock them out, but Shirley's a familiar customer for ten years. To the extent that money is not spent on services, it should be done.
"Hang out a little silly instead. I got some interesting prototypes from the blacksmith union."
A blacksmith union is a union made up of weapons craftsmen in general, with a focus on Dwarves, an organization that seeks to further enhance its blacksmith skills by exchanging views, exchanging information and distributing introductions and prototypes of places of apprenticeship several times a year.
Dimros also belongs to that union, but from time to time he lets Shirley hold his new sword for his opinion. Shirley is in Shirley and if that's a good sword, we'll buy it out on the spot, so it's a mutually beneficial story.
"Hmm... that sounds interesting"
"Um, can we take a look, too?
"Oh, look, look, look."
"Really? Thanks"
Shirley ears at Dimross, who easily gives permission.
"... is it good? The first time you asked me to do it, it was done properly, but the prototype phase still seems to me to be confidential."
"It's not like I can't do it completely, but, well, I'm talking about making sure you only use it to the tough, trustworthy guy you can. I'm not supposed to show my kids anything."
"So..."
"Hey, don't worry. I don't mind if she's your daughter, and he's a little service to future adventurers."
Shirley and the others were brought into the room as soon as they entered the store from the back of the weapons store, sending a glimpse of Dimros' small, successful back, which proceeded with a lavish laugh.
Various pieces of equipment, thought to be prototypes, such as axes on swords, canes on spears and even armor on caged hands, are seated all over the room with a shine characteristic of the new.
"Axe, it's a spear. It's a sword, as usual, that I want you to see, as other people in trust will try. It's a demonic weapon or a sword made of new alloys and forges for lightness and hardness... and look at this too."
"This is-"
What Dimros brought is a short cylindrical object with a pattern that fits the shape of his palm. If you look closely, it is also equipped with something like a mechanism specific to a demonic prop.
"What is this? Is this a weapon, too?
"You mustn't touch me too much. It's a kind of weapon."
"Gun?"
To Sophie and Tio, who tilt their necks at names they've never heard of, Shirley is a cylindrical object… gripping the pattern of a gun to show an image of it when in use.
"It's a relatively shallow, long-range weapon made over the last fifty years. It is a dangerous substitute that can easily kill people, causing the magic of a small explosion internally and firing iron bullets that resemble the shape of a candle at speeds above the sound speed from the hole."
Sophie and Tio distanced themselves a little from the gun when they heard that. This is a weapon to kill people... it doesn't seem to interest me weird and Shirley relieves me a little.
"But that's a lot smaller than the gun I know. When I saw it before, I thought it was much the same length as the sword."
"It's miniaturized so I can dance to my nostalgia. As for the name, I try to call the longer one a rifle and the smaller one a pistol, but the characteristic of the substitute that was turned as a prototype this time is that the inside of the cylinder gave lateral rotation to the bullet by creating a helical groove, increasing penetration and flight distance. Try it, actually."
That being said, Shirley returns to the test run again. As the straw stands side by side, it turns its mouth toward the rock it uses to test the blowing weapon, and pulls the trigger -
"Yikes!?
Don! It sounds so tall that you want to block your ears, Sophie and Tio all together and block your ears. I slowly turned my gaze toward the rock to see what the hell had happened, and I saw a small hole in the rock.
"Ugh, my ears are keenly... did you eat this into the rocks?
"Sounds like it.... but it's kind of shoddy. Is this all you got?
"Yeah, that's it. Too much to pierce the human body... from the two of us who've watched athletic events, it doesn't look like a big deal, does it? But it's really dangerous, so you can't have it."
"" Yes ""
Anyway, I've seen the walls of the Great Rock dusted bare hands, cut into fine dust with swords, and magically emptied large holes. I know it's not where it hurts when it hits me, but to the extent that I drilled such a small hole, I'm only surprised by the sound of the shooting, really fat ten-year-olds with eyes.
"But that's surprising. I didn't know you were interested in this weapon."
"Is there a reason? I just worked with the union on an operational test."
Dimros, handed the gun back, gives a flashing look.
"I'm a blacksmith for adventurers, right? If you have time to build something like this, Miss Leia will build the magic weapon of the arrow."
"... so is that"
"So, how'd it go? He asked me to ask him if he could help the adventurer."
"Right......"
Shirley answers with a tone that seems uninteresting after a while of consideration.
"Can it be used not only for civilians, but also for goblins, Bad Bonobos, wildlife, etc? Honestly, I don't need it."
"I see... so you mean business as usual"
"What do you mean?
"When you become a strong demon to some extent, it's almost ineffective."
A demon whose crust hardness is comparable to iron, headed by a dragon. A demon with fur that nullifies and receives every shock. A demon that easily cuts through and dodges if it's about the speed of sound. When it comes to demons with recommended adventurers of B rank and above, it's a bunch of monsters that ordinary people can't even imagine.
Even if the bullet eats into the meat, even those bears will attack it furiously if the hit is bad. Even if countless arrows pierce the more vital demons, they can continue to fight, and if anything, they can continue to fight even if they have a big hole in their torso.
Shirley's right, a weak demon opponent might be useful. However, considering an unexpected encounter (encount), it is far too dangerous to rely on a gun.
"So basically, it's used as a means of self-defense for dignitaries in a person's area of life. … but there are many people who don't get through with murder."
Examples include executives of the Big Bandits and out-of-town magicians in the Appointment Arrangement Class. From the perspective of the adventurers who will be fighting these people, guns are unusable weapons. The elf bowman is definitely scarier, boasting the power to easily pierce the iron plate than a bullet to the extent that it plunges into the rock, shooting multiple arrows that are endowed with various magic at the same time.
"So magic is the main force of the adventurer... and physical strengthening is the main thing, too. If only I could use this, even a thin arm like me."
As Shirley picked up the pebbles and threw them at the rocks, nearly 30% of them were scattered across the pebbles.
"About a rock, it cracks easily"
"" Ooh. "
Shirley, seen with respect by her daughters and secretly breasted.
"Well, I ask the other guys for their opinions, but maybe their thoughts are the same as Shirley's. Put aside the gun, and let's just get to the sword of the new work, which is this fate..."
Not so sure, Dimros lost interest in the gun, too, and then he brought all the prototype swords and let Shirley grip him from one end to the other.
Then after a while I finished making sure the prototype sword was user-friendly and the Shirleys came back to Villa Taole. In the form of accompanying a massive sweaty tio, the three of us decided to take a bath, including Sophie and Shirley.
"Hmm...... eh.... resurrect."
"Tio, you look like your grandma."
"That's what I'm gonna say, I can't help it"
Shirley heartily agrees when she sees a tio stretching her body muscles using a hot tub and knows exactly how she feels. The pleasure of a hot tub soaking up after intense exercise is enough to be true to it.
"And Sophie said it sometimes."
"Er!? I didn't tell you!
"I told you, I was turning my shoulder in the bath yesterday,"
"Right, you said it yesterday. Turning shoulders in the hot tub."
"Even Mom!?
Sophie doesn't seem convinced yet that she unconsciously stepped out of her mouth.
"But Sophie, like me, who doesn't usually move around that much, sometimes has stiff shoulders, too. Whatever your mother or whatever."
"Huh? Well, that's what happens when you're studying."
"Hmm... that's not what I'm talking about"
That's what Tio tells Shirley...... more precisely, he puts a sleepy eye to that rich chest.
"Because I heard from some adventurer of a woman who was drunk the other day in the dining room that someone as big as her mother usually has tired shoulders even if she does nothing in particular"
"............... I wonder what that's meant to say? Can you tell your sister?
When Sophie leaned over Tio, disturbed and not laughing at all, her voice or eyes, Tio also seemed to notice his rudeness, and a little nervousness ran on that look.
"Sophie, calm down. 'Cause I heard it was normal when we were about our age."
"No questions asked!!
Inspired by his anxiety about the future he cares about recently, Sophie flies to Tio and tickles that flank with her fingertips.
"Hmmm......! No, Sophie...... Huh! Tickling......"
"Pfft...! You only have sisters, and Tio doesn't like flanks either!
"Neither of you should get too busy in the hot tub. 'Cause there's gonna be trouble around you."
Shirley dissolves her daily fatigue in the water while appropriately serving her smiling daughters, scattering water splashes in the heart of a wide hot tub. He asked as if he had remembered the two sitting on the edge of the hot tub (the hoof) so that they could finally calm down after a while of rampage and cool their bright red lit skin.
"With that said, Mom, do we have a weapon called that gun, or do we disagree?
"If we were interested, Mother, I thought so because she looked a little nasty."
"Right."
Shirley turns to her daughters as she makes a water noise called Chapli.
"Relying on tools is never a bad thing. But you can't just rely too much on it. If that's the kind of tool that easily empowers anyone, like a gun, it's extra."
Shirley has so far seen many adventurers, mainly demonic items of the kind that empower their owners, who have lost them and died carelessly. You mistake the power of the tool for your own power, and the sooner you die the more you are chronic.
"Keep in mind. In order to survive, the only support at the end is the power I have developed myself. It's not too late to start relying on tools after wearing them"
That was the first lesson Shirley taught Sophie and Tio, not as her mother, but as someone who taught her one end of the power to fight.