Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Become a white soldier.

"Well, it's time to finish up, folks."

Two hundred warriors on the base and on the watch raised their voices with their weapons in their hands.

The Sakura Border Territories are proud of their elite masters.

After reaching the base, the werewolves climb up one after the other, grabbing their nails at the concrete and brick walls. Not as light as a giant.

Occasionally, some people like to stick their arms in their gunshots and try to make fun of the small gunmen and artillery inside, but most of them are like our white soldiers who are hiding on the watchtower.

"Unlike Yasoga, we're numerically better off this time."

Next to me, Micah pulled her sword with an exciting face.

"Fufufu, before, I could barely attack with an avoidance focus, but this time I'm going to slap you."

This time, the sword Micah brought was thin and clearly focused on the spike. Looking at the effect of slashing and striking in the previous battle, he is attacking with a focus on the spike to the emergency.

I hold my spear and beat up my fiancée, who is about to jump.

"Please be careful with your injuries.

"That's Ash, right? Don't get hurt like before!

"It's hard to argue just because I have a track record....."

But I'm worried about my cute Micah.

When I dropped my shoulders and murmured, it seemed that Micah's mood suddenly rose.

"Alright! I'll get rid of it in no time and show you where it's okay!

"That's dependable, but..."

I wish you could calm down. My words were too late to catch up with top speed Micah, who ran out to scratch them off.

With a handsome stepping foot, Micah caught the werewolf who had just climbed onto the watchtower in time. Two flash-like pricks run, and the faces of a man and a wolf who have accurately crushed both eyes raise a powerless scream that resonates well.

Micah's escort, the man in the guards, quickly followed by a long axe with the legs of a man and wolf in agony and loss of sight.

The movement leads to a reserve motion that simultaneously puts plenty of centrifugal force on the axe.

"Yoiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

As the carefree words turn into full-bodied exhalations, the guard's arms and back muscles swell up by 20% and 30%. The great axe, which was shaken with all its strength to break the ground, sandwiched the skull of the werewolf in the meantime.

The great axe cleaved the skull of a wolf that was supposed to be as hard as iron.

The regenerative abilities of werewolves can't regenerate even if there is a huge iron plate in the brain in the boulder, and they only have scary and creepy convulsions.

"Oh, uncle, isn't that amazing?

"Hey, the lady is much more powerful. If you can disable the werewolves there, I'll just shake the axe down."

If I may say so third-party, the guard was also amazing when he was able to work together without delay to Micah's quick attack. It's not just martial arts that can boast of power.

Similar sights are seen all over the observation deck.

Those bragging about the strength of heavy weapons such as hammers and axes are in charge. A technician with a relatively light weapon, such as a spear or sword, is in charge of stopping. In such a combination, we are dealing with each other with ten people in total.

Though there are many of us, it is only possible for a skilled fighter to accurately fish out the opponent and nail it to a distance that is not disturbing to other groups of allies. The opponent is a werewolf who doesn't take a few attacks for granted.

There are hardly any groups on the boulders that would make them as easily incapable of fighting as the Micah team, but there are no groups that would otherwise be hit.

"If it stays this way, there will be little damage -"

As I murmured, I found another wolf crawling up near the group in battle.

It's dangerous to give it to you now.

Judging by that, I put my spear down. In disappointment, I intend to buy time by pushing the wolf under the base with my first shot - a blow that I could not have anticipated.

The force applied to the stepped foot is unusual. It creates an acceleration so rapid that cold sweat sprays out and quickly reaches an uncontrollable speed.

Ahhh, I noticed before I had time to speak up.

Until now, when I defeated the monster, my physical abilities had improved slightly. It is one or two monsters.

Now, how many monsters have died around me?

The tip of the spear pierces the wolf's abs, which are supposed to be better than metal armor, penetrating like tofu. Still, the speed on my body doesn't slow down. As a natural consequence of the laws of physics, my body collided head-on with a werewolf.

Billiard balls. That's what came to mind.

My - and I had no intention of doing it at all - abandoned tackled man and wolf floated his huge body and fell off the watchtower.

Having lost nearly zero inertia due to a cushion called a werewolf, I aggressively let go of my spear and drop him off.

I don't have a heart, I feel like I was stunned by a big mouth with wild fangs. I think I have a similar face.

After a while, he stares at the hollow after the werewolf falls and calms his mind.

I stroked my forehead against the metal fur of a werewolf, but instead of bleeding, I didn't see it coming out.

I see. How far will the Mysterious Level Up by Monster Hunting (guess: exclusive to me) be strengthened?

Honestly, I feel like I'm breaking the limits of humanity.

After all, it's not the business of humankind to blow up 200 kilometers of metal masses with a full stroke of disease, even without injury. It's already close to a monster.

I open my palm to the ground and grip and repeat to confirm that the output jumped.

I was afraid to take it seriously, and there was a situation where I could talk such a conversation...

With a little emotion, I still caught the signs of the sharp five senses jumping out of my feet.

Did you realize that it was dangerous to sneak your face out of the edge of the sentry platform, and it was the wolf who jumped up and showed up with a spear out of his belly?

The spear is broken, but I recognize it. It must be the one I stabbed right now.

I have the guts to punch a hole in my belly and climb a climbing and dynamic climb right away, but I'm afraid I'm going to be able to do the same thing right now.

On the day you do that by mistake, your eyes will be completely killing the monsters.

As I thought about it, a wolfman who had gently soared up two meters above the sky waved down his fat arm with acceleration of gravity.

The destructive power of the strike will be almost comparable to that of the shelling. This defensive base is supposed to withstand shelling, but it does.

As a natural flow, I hate to see holes in the fortress that I built - I thought so.

As a result, I chose to take a wolf blow. Grasp the swinging right arm with the raised left arm.

Oh, it's so heavy. And it's so stiff. That's why it hurts so much.

All skeletons, joints, and muscles from toe to left arm raise the cries. Then, at the next moment, you'll be fine just as soon as it's healed.

There is a feeling of some force flowing through the body when the pain disappears and when the force is applied.

Perhaps this is the mysterious power we have gained when we defeated the monster.

I try, I put my strength to my right arm.

A sensation of magical power moving in tandem with normal muscle strength. Somehow, it seems that I am in the other person's body and I am using the other person's muscle strength and energy.

To try, I punched the moving force into the wolf's belly in the form of a fist.

Melting metal fur, penetrating muscles and crushing bones.

The werewolf's gigantic body slipped down the ground from his back like it was hit by a truck.

No. The werewolf was lighter than I thought.

The group in battle is likely to get in trouble as it is, so I hurriedly grab the spear that was standing right there trying to stab Todome.

Spear is a spear with the flag of an immortal bird on it. I took it by accident, but it's a super important symbol of the survival of the fortress commander.

Specifically, this is when the defeat is decided.

Ah, I think there is a problem with using this boulder, but there is no substitute for human life, so should I put it back immediately?

Yeah, I think so.

While making excuses in my mind, I'm in a throwing position.

The back-sliding momentum stops and the wolf tries to get up. When I do, I will manually eject a large caliber flechette bullet at the head of the werewolf.

About 50 centimeters across the blade, the tip pulls the wolf back with the momentum that penetrates the back of the head from the eyeballs.

All right, you're on target.

I rushed to the wolf and stabbed the sword instead of pulling out the spear.

Overkill, but it's best to keep foreign matter in your brain for inhibiting regeneration in a regenerating human wolf. Playback usually prevents them from moving properly.

It's a flag now, not a werewolf. When you realize that you don't, everyone who is fighting is upset.

Bring the flag, the symbol of the fortress, and rush to a predetermined position. I've never heard of the Commander-in-Chief using the Fortress Flag to fight.

Hopefully, I thought secretly that it would be the same - I had 200 eyes on the watchtower.

What's the matter, everyone? Focus on the battle. Look, there's still a werewolf out there.

"Ah... yes, each unit, please check the situation and report back. Send a message to the Artillery and the Gunnery."

That's what I was about to say, and there's a message from the Gunners and the Artillery.

I will report the message after saluting it.

There are currently no fightable enemies within sight of the stronghold. Because of the werewolf's opponent, it was a well-thought-out thing to keep on alert for a while.

"Er... don't let everyone in the White Soldier Corps fail to be alert. Gunners, gunners, please stand by. But, well, apparently...."

I sneak the flag into its original place while deceiving it with a quick instruction.

* Giggle * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You all know that, right?

I'm a superior officer, and you're all subordinates. What is needed here is gentleness to your boss.

I looked at them and gave them a signal before raising my voice.

"It's our victory!

Wow, the White Soldiers cheered.

Yes, that's the reaction! Best reaction to make sure everything didn't go wrong!

Whether you heard the White Soldier's concern or you were watching us, the cheer comes from the defenses of the Gunner Unit and the Artillery Unit.

"Ash!"

Mayka jumped into my chest with a cheer.

"Well done, Ash! It's a victory! Flushing Stone, Everlasting Undefeated Featherbird!

"No, thanks for your help. Thank you very much for your hard work. And of course, Micah."

Micah's hot embrace, which squeezes out her guts, pounds her back and returns her love.

That's it - and if it's my favorite story, it's a big circle, but it's hard after that.

It is often said that it is fun before the festival, obsessed during the festival, and the most difficult after the festival.

Military post-war processing naturally involves the recovery and distribution of the remains of human and wolf resources, the technical return of operational input data for new weapons, and the regression of extracted combat power - well, this area is also in the realm of post-war processing.

This is hard enough.

Moreover, this time there is a problem with Viscount Yasoga's territory.

There is an old diplomatic response that leads to Datara, but the burden of dealing with the devastating Vicomte Yasoga territory is too great.

There will be even more refugees coming from Viscount Yasoga's territory to the adjacent territory - mainly the Sacramento border area - at this time.

Some refugees can afford to settle, but most need to be returned to their former lands because they cannot take care of everything in the territory adjacent to the boulders.

It will require the rebuilding of the Vicomte de Yasoga, but the lord died in this mess, and if there are no chaotic civilians or soldiers left, the system that was in order will have collapsed.

The Vicomte de Yasoga herself was very disliked by the surrounding border alliances, so there would be nowhere to help if we were to rebuild it.

Sakura Border Territories also don't want to cooperate honestly. But we can't just leave it like this.

Many refugees will banditry in order to survive, disrupting the security of the surrounding area on a prolonged and massive scale, and proportionately worrying about the plague due to the deterioration of sanitation.

Budget, people, planning, security - all headaches.

The days of working to do something about these begin with the moment of victory.