Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

Lute, eight years old.

Summer mountain ranges have passed and it has become much easier to spend the afternoon.

I grab my bags and visit the test range.

Lower your luggage to Kawahara.

Barrel (magic liquid metal), metal case.

Assault gun (assault rifle), AK47.

The metal case contains two types of crates.

One is a 38 special (9 mm) revolver offering from the waist.

Larger than the 38 special (9 mm) box is the 7.62 mm x Russian short (experimental bullet) dedicated to AK47.

Thanks to the considerable amount of time AK47 has left the filling phase almost complete.

It looks a black monochrome, and the stock (the area on the shoulder at the back of the gun) is metal-framed, not wooden.

The barrel (barrel) needs to be aligned as high as possible to target accurate shooting with the AK47. However, if the stock is a curved barrel (or even a straight barrel with a deep angle (bend)), it is difficult to fix the barrel upright, so the barrel jumps due to the recoil of the firing. Machine guns, when fired close to the full automatic of assault guns (assault rifles), the barrel jumps every time one is fired, and so when the bullet comes out again - it will eventually fire toward the direction the day after tomorrow.

So in order to reduce the bounce due to recoil as much as possible, the barrel was lowered from near eye height to shoulder height with reference to AKM, and the angle (bend) was set to a shallow straight gun bed (slightly soaked) for further fine-tuning (i.e. positioned so that the barrel (barrel) and stock were in a straight line).

Also, the internal structure is reproduced properly, and automatic (automatic) is realized.

After the bullet fires, the gas boat (gas intake port. When the bullet is fired and proceeded near the gunpoint, the barrel sandwiched by the cartridge and the bullet becomes a confined space, where some of the firing gas is fed into the gas port by increased pressure) to push the gas piston in the gas cylinder backwards, retracting the turnbolt (the part bordering the bullet) and the bolt carrier (the part supporting the bolt) to cause a shooting iron (hammer).

When the bolt carrier retracts, it returns with the power of the recoil spring and pushes the next bullet lifted from the magazine (banana magazine) into the medicine chamber (chamber) (the bolt portion retracts for more than one minute, so the space is created and the bullet lifts from the bottom).

After all the hard work, when the properly gas operated method was activated, I shouted with emotion.

Plus, I want to compliment myself by incorporating a switch between Safety, Full Automatic, and Semi-Automatic.

When the safety is turned on, the selector lever presses the trigger, so the trigger cannot be moved.

For semi-automatic, the selector lever does not touch anywhere.

Pulling the trigger then releases the hammer but stops the motion from snagging onto the hook of the disconnector (a small part straightened to the trigger). Once that happens, you can't get out of the hook without putting the trigger back in position.

The selector lever holds down the disconnector if it is made even fuller automatic.

The disconnector is held down and the shooting iron (hammer) is not caught on the hook.

Therefore, unless the trigger is returned, the shooting iron (hammer) continues to repeat the reciprocating motion.

Besides, the retarder (rate reducer) was also properly added for full automatic use.

Thanks to this retarder (rate reducer), it is easier to target even unfamiliar users by appropriately slowing the firing speed even at full auto.

It looks metallic, but it is made lighter than I imagined because I only use magic liquid metal, as I did when I was a revolver.

My mental age is over thirty, but my body is only eight.

Having an AK47 (prototype) sounds like a boy soldier fighting in the Middle East and elsewhere.

If I wanted to make assault guns (assault rifles) other than AK47, production would not have been possible.

It was a structure that was simple enough to be made even in less technologically capable countries in the world of previous life, so it could also be made in this other world.

But it's not finished yet.

The problem is still ammunition (cartridges).

There were repeated trials and errors in parallel with the body building, but it was far from satisfactory.

For once, an empty drugbox pops up due to the gas operated method.

Because that's also AK47.

It may be a non-manufacturer or deteriorated ammunition (cartridge), but it can be fired without jamming (because there is room for parts to combine with each other).

But you can't be satisfied with that.

I spent my time searching for the best allocation to help me do my best.

The thickness of the pod, the combustion image on the amount of medicine fired, the material of the bullet core, etc. - all are still incomplete.

Ammunition (cartridge) development has become almost clear recently, especially since the body is almost complete.

I take the crate out of the metal case with the label on the lid.

Each box reflects the test results and is packed with improved experimental ammunition.

Remove only one box and load it into a banana magazine.

Disarm the safety device.

to semi-automatic.

Pull the cocking handle and first move one bullet into the medicine room (chamber).

Improve physical abilities with physical enhancement.

Target the gunpoint toward the person portrayed on the cliff.

Dan!

Fire.

"Ku -!"

Empty pods dance in the air.

He eats his teeth off at the recoil where he is thrust hard on the shoulder with just one shot.

Powerful, recoil, gunpowder burning sounds compared to 'S&WM10' revolvers...... none of them compare.

Switch to full automatic while making sure you feel it remains in your hand.

I put my temper back in and fired in a row.

Dan! Da-da-da-da-da-da!

The noise is loud too, but I struggle to hold the barrel jumping.

I accidentally raised the magic level of physical enhancement by a step.

All bullets, all shot up, the body remains paralyzed with gin.

"... ugh, I knew this wouldn't work either. Still burning too fast."

Whether it's because of it or not - about 30 meters ahead of me. It's engraved with bullet marks.

The AK47 is not a very good hit accuracy among assault rifles (although it is said that if fired at a distance of 100 m, it would generally fit within a 20 cm diameter frame).

But pulling that off isn't a very good result.

Take a detailed note of what you think of the experimental bullet and put it in a wooden box that you shot up.

Of course, pick up the dropped pod and return it to the original crate.

Next, remove the next box and fill the magazine with ammunition (cartridges).

Shoot out the crate thus prepared (except spare) and leave your thoughts in detail.

Shooting all the experimental bullets you've prepared, you'll get to practicing revolvers next.

I'm not making an experimental bullet for AK47 on this scene right now.

It's not until the next day that I make it.

Produce notes with one hand in the test field.

Why not take it right away - because if you don't take the time to focus on it, you can't create an improved experimental bullet as noted. That's all I use all afternoon.

Once AK47 is complete again in the future, the frequency of revolver use will be overwhelmingly reduced.

But I don't know what time or where it'll help, so I keep practicing.

In order to live in this world, there are many technologies that I have never been able to do.

Fill the cylinder with six rounds of ammunition (cartridges) so that it flows and fire.

Next, practice early shooting with the gun belt on.

Thus I left two crates for my handgun, all shot up.

Pick up the dropped pods and rebuild the ammunition.

My day, when my physical age thus turned eight,

In the morning, Dr. Elle's classroom assistant.

In the afternoon, experimental bullet production for experimental bullet test firing orAK47 for AK47. It's like practicing revolvers.

By the time you've almost finished making the 38 special (9mm), Snow will have a face on the test field.

"Lute, please wait!

"So I'm telling you it's dangerous to suddenly hug. And stop smelling it. You smell like sweat, don't you?

"That's not true! It smells so good! Humph."

"So don't pretend, you're ticklish"

"Eh heh, sorry"

Exchange interactions that have become the norm at some point.

I give up sighing and stroke Snow's head.

She closed her eyes happily and shook her white tail blindly.

Snow is also eight this year.

She had started working part-time around the middle of last year as a fundraiser to attend the School of Mages in the future.

Typical is demon stone making.

Demon Stone is - a stone that can accumulate magic.

About thirty days into this, for a certain amount of time, if you continue to send magic while imagining fire, it becomes the demon stone of the fire attribute.

Imagine water for water attributes.

Imagine thunder and you'll be in the thunder attribute.

Imagine the wind as a wind attribute - and you can create versatile demonic stones.

When the magic of the demon stone of the fire attribute runs out, imagine the fire again and send another magic for about thirty days, for a certain amount of time, and it will be recharged again.

You can think of it as a magic battery.

Attribute Demon Stone, Magic Recharge Demon Stone (Price drops over Attribute Demon Stone) can be sold at high prices to merchants specializing in magic tools.

Put some of that money in an orphanage, otherwise save.

It will be a magic school fee to be enrolled next year.

As usual this afternoon, magician training.

At the end of the training, Snow comes to the test range to practice shooting revolvers with me.

Two boxes of ammunition are for Snow.

One of Snow's most recent days has been

In the morning, part-time magic on the Demon Stone.

Afternoon, magician training. It feels like revolver training.

Snow is well muscled and has already reached the same level as me: reloading revolvers, early shooting, precision shooting, etc.

I also have talent as a mage.

Dr. Elle, who teaches basic magician classes, says Snow seems to remember very well.

The first was definitely that he had the gift of being a magician b-plus.

When I heard the story, I felt more overwhelmed to bless than to be jealous.

Snow is my closest childhood friend, so she was as happy about herself when she was praised.

Also recently my body has developed tremendously.

When I get hugged, the C-cup feels a certain breast over my shirt.

Plus, it's still growing, and by this time next year we'll be sure to cross D.

It was enough to be in the dojo of my eyes this summer and so on.

Snow is vulnerable either for the White Wolf clan living on the North Continent or in the summer.

The outfit also gets rough because of it.

Skin is bright white but healthy thick crotch, beside a tulle that hasn't grown a single hair yet, a tiny heso damp with a nagging sweat, a tight chest peeking from the chest of the shirt!

How many times have you stolen from her without her noticing!

Even now Snow hugs me and I realize my body is going to be hot.

Instead of just stroking your head, your desire to touch your soft body in every corner becomes progressive and strong.

But he's only eight years old.

I myself have the same physical age, but the contents are adults of 35.

I don't lose my desires and hurt my precious childhood friend or anything.

(YES, Lolita! No, touch! I'm a gentleman, so I'm never gonna hurt Snow!............... I'm sure you won't. Probably not)

Speak to her to leave her with reason as the driving force.

"Well, let's start practicing, see, Snow, away."

"Just give me a little more time."

"Ohhhh!

She comes further into her arms.

Snow's chest felt stronger.

I can pull my hips in inverse proportions.

I resent the young flesh of being eight years old.

A murky, gushing urge.

I want to push her down now and do all sorts of things - but I push rationally to keep my emotions from exploding.

We're only eight years old, we're too early for anything, and we're too excited.

I peel Snow off, feeling remorse in the feel of her chest.

"Also, that's enough. If you hug me any longer, I'm gonna run out of practice time."

"Lute-kun no Kichibo"

"Yes, yes, you can have an ass. Look, Gumbelt. It's from the cylinder, so let yourself in."

Give Snow a revolver for every gun belt.

She's a used hand, fasten her belt and grip the revolver.

Push the cylinder out and take in 6 shots of 38 special (9 mm) from the crate.

Physical enhancement improves physical ability and fires at cliff-drawn mannequins.

Start practicing.

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In the evening, we finished cleaning up and we headed home to the orphanage.

Snow asks as he walks sideways down the river plain.

"Lute, what do you do when you're ten?

There is no concept of a birthday in this world, but it is generally treated as an adult, or adult in service, at the age of fifteen.

Ten years old is an important time to set the course.

Except for the children of the upper classes, the common people go to school if they can afford their parents, such as merchant manners, artisan apprentices, etc.

There are four of us in the orphanage, including me and Snow.

Snow is scheduled to attend the School of Mages.

Two women, Snow's friends, also hope to make a maid apprentice and pick up some from the town's recruitment board. I have sent a letter and am waiting for a reply.

I'm the only one who hasn't set a course and flutters.

You must be worried about me as a childhood friend.

"After all, are you going to Mr. Marton's and becoming a toy store?

"No, it's not"

In fact, I've talked many times about not being a merchant from Malton, but I say no to everything.

I don't think it's a bad idea to live by selling toys based on previous life's knowledge without goals.

But I have a way of life I've decided to live.

I didn't keep it a secret, but I hadn't even told Snow or Dr. Elle yet.

It's a good opportunity, so let's talk.

I want Snow to know.

"I'm going on a journey when I'm ten. So... I wish I could, but I want to help people who are in need or who seek salvation."

"Why would you do that?

It's like a redemption that drove someone you know into suicide in a previous life...... I can't tell you it's a boulder.

It's painful to mislead, but I say why it seems so.

"You helped Snow and the others last year, didn't you? That's when I felt worthwhile helping someone."

"Then Snow will travel with Lute too!

I thought Snow would say that.

I speak the dialogue I had prepared.

"Snow will go to the School of Mages when he turns ten, right? And wasn't it your dream to be a fine magician and go to the North Continent to find your parents?

"If you're with Lute, you can go to the North China now."

If you do let Snow have AK47 as well, he's twice as powerful.

It won't be hard to deal with most demons and enemies.

But Snow has a gift as a magician.

Besides, Dr. Elle is pushing me to my heartbeat with 'No doubt about B-plus'.

Maybe beyond......

I don't want to crush her talent like that.

I honestly told Snow how I felt.

"I'm glad to be with Snow, too. But Snow has talent as a magician. I don't want to be with Snow until he's eaten up his talent. I don't want to be Snow's stuff."

"Lute..."

Snow wipes his floating tears with his fingers.

She stopped her legs, let go of her hand, and turned to each other.

Oddly enough, that's where you helped her shelter from the goblins.

Snow dyes his skin red to the throat more than it illuminates in the sunset.

Her eyes weren't sad, they were moisturized with hot emotions.

Snow joins hands in front of his chest and squeezes his courage out.

"I've been wanting to talk to you, Lute."

The river plains set at sunset.

My childhood friend stares straight at me as I blush and tremble.

I haven't been the dull protagonist of comics and lanobes, and I've known Snow's feelings for a long time.

I didn't tell you because she's only an eight-year-old.

But now, he's trying to tell me how he feels from that snow.

Eight years old.

Thirty-five years, if I add to the memory of my previous life.

The first time a girl confesses.

Of course the reply has been decided. 'YES!' is all I have.

Snow squeezes his utmost courage with the sunset on his back.

She shouted softly, with all due respect.

"Please make Snow... please make Snow Lute's 'Blame Ray'!

"- Haaaaaaahhhh!!!?

Unexpectedly, I scream more than Snow can beat my predicted diagonal remarks.

Snow's asshole child level was accelerating faster than I imagined.