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

Lute sells Riversi and other toy rights and is obsessed with a magic tool called 'Magic Liquid Metal' bought from the merchant, Mr. Marton.

Magic Liquid Metal - I was in class when I said that it was an item you get when you defeat a demon called a metal slime.

Magic liquid metal is a magical metal, and when you imagine a weapon with your head as you touch it and let the magic flow, you have the properties to form the shape of that thing.

They have limited use and are difficult to handle, and the price seems to be high because of their magic tools.

An item also known as synonymous with an unpopular product.

I beat a lot of money on that stuff and bought it.

The public's appreciation of Lute - from "Weird Kids" to "Creepy Kids" - has been even more negative.

He doesn't even realize he's been distanced from his surroundings, and he's happily getting his hands on magical liquid metal and repeating weird experiments with "Ah, no, no, no, no.

Lute is poorly smart, curious, and he moves to execution when he's interested because he's highly behaved. You were right about what I thought before.

I don't know what he's doing... but as a childhood friend only I thought so, trying to keep an eye on Lute.

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Me and Lute, six years old.

I finally know what Lute is making this year.

"A barrel of metal that was removed? 'Seeing him make something like it, he told me happily when I asked him about it.

This is a magic tool called 'Ju', Lute said.

He was trying to develop an original magic tool!

Exactly. I was scared, too, and my head cracked.

Indeed, Lute can make toys for everyone.

But toys and magic tools are completely separate.

No one thinks about building a real castle by yourself just because you could make a home out of a block of toys.

If you try to develop your own witchcraft tools, you will need advanced materials, witchcraft knowledge, enormous funds, and enormous amount of time.

Though there are heaps of sorcerers who have fallen apart trying to develop their magic tools and stories about countries whose finances have tilted......

You can't be smarter than me, Lute, but you don't know.

The surrounding ratings have also changed from 'creepy kids' to 'poor kids who don't have magician talent but can't face reality'.

He twisted his neck saying, 'Recently, the aunts helping me with the orphanage gave me sweets and strangely tender', and I haven't noticed that at all.

He is as blunt as ever and pushes on to developing magic tools without worrying about his surrounding eyes.

It was around the beginning of the summer that such a lute caused problems with the 'Ju' he was making.

Early summer.

The day the sun began to get harsher.

I don't like racially hot days.

When I finished the whole street of work this afternoon, I was grazing in the shade of the women's room with the window open.

The other girls are playing with reversi or bickering......

Such a common familiar view.

I almost closed my eyelids, too.

Bagan!

When I was about to be drawn to my sleep, I heard a thunderstorm coming from the outside.

Drowsiness spreads like a lie.

"What, what's the big noise now?! Hino...... ugh!?

Continuing, Dr. Elle screams.

As we rushed into the backyard where we heard the noise, Dr. Elle was rushing over to Lute, who nodded.

"... ugh!?

We take our breath.

Lute was holding her hand down painfully, but she had a grin on her mouth.

It seems like a very chiseled sight to go with the blood-soaked face.

The weak-minded child wept so much that he came to the spot.

The wreckage of a magic tool, a source of loud noise, is still putting up slight smoke.

"Gentlemen, you can't come! Older children, take the younger ones right inside!

The teacher notices us and gives us immediate instructions.

Everyone immediately followed the instructions and the older child took the younger child back to the orphanage.

I was worried about Lute and tried to stay on the spot, but the older girl forced me to pull my hand and bring her back.

That night.

For a short time before bed, the topic in the women's room was lute.

Apparently, the cause of the accident was the sorcery storm during an experiment in the development of sorcery tools.

Lute-kun's injuries are fine thanks to Dr. Elle's healing magic.

And as punishment for this disturbance, he was offered a 30-day experimental ban and punitive labor.

As I listened to them, I remembered the words my teacher used to teach me.

"Even if I know I don't have the talent to be a magician, I have a kid who tries to work hard. Especially remarkable for boys, some of whom fail to accept reality and sometimes lay their hands on dangerous magic tools and lose their lives'

Maybe that's what Lute is.

If that's the case, as a childhood friend, I need to get him right back on the right path!

I said, "For Lute! 'And worried about a misunderstanding, I swore an oath to make Lute a true person.

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Me and Lute, seven years old.

Hot summer passes, autumn mouth.

When I was seven years old, I began attending a magician's basic class that Dr. Elle would open in the afternoon.

At first, it was harder to run, fight, and swordsmanship in muscle tresses and strength making than to practice witchcraft.

But after six months, I can do it like it stained my body.

Also after lunch today, we will gather in the back yard of the orphanage to move our bodies.

There are two people taking classes in the first year, one in the second year, and a total of four just for me in six months.

They're all girls, and they're all friendly and taking teacher classes.

One day before class started, he said he was looking out the window.

I noticed a shadow holding my luggage and going through the backyard.

"Lute!

Waving his hand, he stopped his leg.

Lute wore a rugged leather belt and hung her own magic tool on the right.

I hold a small barrel in my hand and have a metal box overlaid on top.

When the orphanage kids turn seven, they go out of town and do an easy job.

It's a rule to pay some of that money to orphanages and save the rest for the future.

Originally, Lute had to go to work in his current time, too, but only he was forbidden to work by his teacher.

Lute is five years old, sells her homemade 'reversi' and other toy rights, and deposits a considerable amount of money into an orphanage.

He says he forbids Lute from laboring because if he makes any more money, the other kids will be unmotivated.

That's why he assisted Dr. Elle in his class in the morning, and in the afternoon he was Kawahara experimenting with that dangerous homemade magic tool.

I face reflexively against the magic tools that are raised on his hips.

"Are you still going to experiment with magic tools today?

"The experiment is almost over around summer. I guess practice is the focus now."

Since the Magic Tool explosion, I've stuffed up several times asking him to stop developing magic tools, but he's been lazy and deluded and continued.

How many times have I thought about throwing away a magic tool that is lowering to my hips without permission......

Because there's a rule in the orphanage that says, "I don't mess with other people's goods at will, I don't throw them away," I don't.

I'm so worried, he smiles slightly,

"Next time if you like, I'll let Snow touch you, too. If you actually shoot me, you'll understand how amazing this magic tool is."

"Fine. Such a dangerous toy, I don't want to touch it. Lute, stop making weird magic tools."

"It's okay, 'cause I said I wouldn't have another outburst. Because it's made with proper safety design."

Don't even notice people......

"Be careful anyway, right? I have a teacher on my side, but Lute is different. Don't be too unscrupulous."

"Yes, yes, I know. Good luck with your class, Snow."

Just in time the teacher shows up and speaks to everyone.

"So, gentlemen, I'm going to start my magician's basic class."

"I'll see you later, Lute. Go ahead."

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Lute walks out to Kawahara again.

I dropped that back off with an uneasy look.

But lute my worries and the bad reviews around me made a difference as soon as I solved a case.

What is that incident...

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One afternoon, in the evening.

When dinner was ready, I went to call for Lute.

The place where he is said to be a test range is where he walked through the orphanage backyard for about ten minutes to reach the river plain before proceeding for about 100 m down the river.

In Kawahara, the children of the town, a few of them were playing with the river.

"It's too late, it's time to go home"

'Yes!'

I'll get back to you fine, but the kids won't show how they're going home.

After I call Lute, I decide on my mind to speak up again.

"Lutkun!

I will speak to him and wave to him, who was just cleaning up.

He smiled and raised his hand and went back to clean up again.

To keep me from waiting, or faster than earlier.

"Geez!

Looking back in surprise at the screams from behind, the children playing in the river plains were running away in unison.

On the other side across the river, a goblin overflowed like an avalanche from the forest entrance!

The number is fifteen.

"No! I've never heard of goblins in the woods!

But I'm right in front of you as a reality.

There is no point in denying the facts.

I am forced to rebuild my confused thoughts.

(Goblin's feet are faster than you can imagine. Keep it up and some of the kids will be caught up. I'm an apprentice magician here, but I have to protect Lute and the children!

I was using magic to near the limit in my magician basic class this afternoon, but I'm recovering there thanks to my break.

You should be able to buy enough time for Dr. Elle to rush!

My first real battle, killing each other - it's a lie when I say there's no fear, but more than that, my sense of purpose that I only have the power to protect everyone drives me.

At the same time as I decided to be ready, one of my children stopped rolling on the run.

I rush over to her.

(No trauma except the wound on the fallen clap. He's breathing, he's just fainting)

Then no problem.

I hide it behind my back and leave it behind because I don't have time to be treating her.

I spread my arms and concentrated my magic in my palms.

"Dance with my hand, Ice Sword! Ice Sword!"

A 1 m ice sword is produced by magic in both hands.

It is the magic of the icy foundation of attack magic.

I threw it at the two goblins that were closest to me.

Ice swords (ice swords) are the speed of the wind, and one pierces a goblin with a knife in worn armor.

The other one was stabbed by a goblin with a bow and arrow - but on the verge of stabbing, the goblin unleashed an arrow like an ice sword (Ice Sword).

"... ah"

The arrows fly straight into my chest to be sucked in.

I can't even blink for a second.

(Instead, I stab the child behind me. I haven't had the skill to create a resistance reflexively to me for six months after I started training)

Thinking that runs through instantly. Your own death approaches with an arrow.

I forgot.

That they can kill themselves, too, so that they can kill them.

Goblins are not meant for practice.

(- I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die yet!

I scream desperately in my chest.

But the arrows fly straight for my chest like they are tied with thread.

"Snow, whoa, whoa!

Lute-kun's voice is as far away as you can hear from the other side of the cloud right now.

Dunn!

An unfamiliar bursting sound that breaks the extended consciousness.

At the same time, an arrow that was aimed at me will smash mid-course and splash in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Yikes!

I can see Lute stiffening his fist and shouting joy.

His screaming and the first bursting sound he heard stopped the goblins' legs from assaulting him.

I will be free from the crisis of death, and I will sit on the spot with my strength out of my hips.

Lute rushed into the gap and confronted the Goblins to protect me.

I tried to thank him on his back,

"Riu, Lute, oh, yes -"

"Be thankful, Snow never moves out of this place with that child in his arms!

"Wow, okay!

Follow his instructions and hold him tight to protect the child who is passing out.

Lute will point those magic tools at the Goblins who set off the explosion.

Magic tools are playing again the explosion sound that sounded when the arrows were smashed.

There was a small hole in the head of the goblin that was closest at the same time.

Goblins fall to the river like puppets with broken threads.

Four more times, Lute sounds an explosion.

In an instant, four goblins fell holes in their heads in the same way.

That leaves eight.

But the numerical advantage is that the goblins are still overwhelmed.

They are willing to kill, blistering and storming again.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

The roar and killing intent of slapping the skin.

"Hih..."

I make little screams that I can only hear myself.

Yet Lute calmly moaned the magic tools as if they were the brave men of a hundred wars - and once again turned to the goblins who would kill the magic tools.

It doesn't disorient like a sculpture and calmly kills the goblins instantly.

A goblin with a wooden jar hides inside the jar, but the magic tool created by Lute puts a hole in the head regardless.

I can't believe there were eight goblins in less than about six seconds, two!

When they realized their disadvantage, they turned their backs and fled back to the woods.

Lute once again mocks the magic tools and gazes carefully at the entrance to the forest where the goblins escaped.

How much time has passed?

... There is no sign that the goblins will be back.

Lute looked back in a hurry as she pulled her strength out of her shoulder.

"Snow, are you hurt? Something that hurts!

Until earlier there were no signs that he was fighting like a brave man of a hundred wars, and there was a childhood friend there who was just worried about me.

That was Lute, whom I knew well.

"Lute, I was scared! Lute kun...... ugh!

I will gently put my fainted child to sleep on the ground and cuddle him by Lute by accident.

Because my back length does not change, I bury my face in his neck muscles.

Lute didn't even care about getting dirty with tears, she stroked her head gently over and over again.

It's very calming in Lute's arms.

When you hear his heartbeat wrapped in his body temperature like that night, all the threats to his life and the fear of his first battle - all the negative emotions - melt and disappear like the snow that spring.

(Oh well -)

And I am sure, so that my feet may be upon the earth.

(What I, forsaken, have always wanted. My place to go...... it's in Lute's arms)

Your body gets hot when you become aware of it.

Everything about me is screaming.

I was born to see him.

This is the feeling of 'I love you'.

I groan in my chest, yes, in thoughts that boil so bitterly.

"Snow is great. Stay until the end, even if you're scared... it's really great."

Lute comforts me with just a pull on my leg.

The more painful your chest is at his tenderness, the sweeter it tightens.

I could not help but speak out.

"Thank you, Lute, for protecting the snows. Thanks........."

I'd like to thank you for facing him.

Lute smiled like it had only gotten a little easier for some reason.

Then, until the children who fled first rushed to Dr. Elle for help - we kept hugging each other as we checked each other's warmth.

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After the Goblin raid, Lute's ratings have turned around.

Until now, the 'poor kid who doesn't have the talent of a magician but can't face reality' was turned into a 'great genius who has no talent as a magician but has developed many magic tools to complement it' in the wake of the case.

Lute didn't even care about such an assessment of her surroundings, and started developing new magic tools with one difficult face.

I keep smiling bitterly at his still mypaced personality.

And me and Lute are eight years old.

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

Having completed my magician's basic class, I will take a run to the test range.

My favorite childhood friend is in the process of putting his hands in a barrel and making ammunition (cartridges).

I can't bear to hug you on that back.

"Lute, please wait!

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

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

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

"Eh heh, sorry"

Interaction that became the norm at some point.

Lute caresses her head gently, even as she takes a sigh of giving up.

That hand feels very good and before you know it, your tail can swing happily left and right.

Lute me like that repeatedly tries or doesn't try to squeeze my expression two or three turns.

His arms try to grab and peel off my shoulders, as he shakes off something at the end.

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

"Just give me a little more time."

"Ohhhh!

Lute raised an odd voice as she put her strength into the spinning arm.

"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."

They give you the gun belt that was spinning around your hips to blur.

The smell of fresh sweat will be stained because I've been wearing it, but I think I can smell it just fine. I'll take it as it is.

Patience, patience and wrapping around your body with familiar hands as you chant in your mind.

Since the Goblin incident, I have also begun to practice how to manipulate the magic tools Lute has made.

He has accepted with pleasure that he should also be used to protect himself when his magic is out.

Remove the revolver and extrude the cylinder.

Take six shots of 38 special (9mm) from the remaining crate and push it into your hand.

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

Practice begins.

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In the evening, we finish cleaning up, and we go home with our hands tied to the orphanage.

With that, you'll steal a look at Lute's side, which will be lit by the sunset.

The children in the orphanage, without exception, are the decisions they have to leave at the age of ten.

I also plan to attend the School of Mages.

Me and Lute are both eight years old.

It's time to think of a way forward.

(I wonder what Lute is going to do...)

Sometimes, he has distant eyes that are not appropriate for his age.

I don't even know what Lute is thinking and trying to do, my closest childhood friend.

So from time to time, I get very scared.

Lute will definitely accomplish something.

Maybe something amazing will be done to the point that even the Five Kinds of Brave Men don't get under their feet.

The fact that at the age of seven, he creates more powerful magic tools than magic is the most important proof.

It will be difficult for an ordinary man like me to remain at his side like that.

If you have the emotion of "I love you" or "I love you," even if you realize you can't beat anyone.

If I leave the orphanage like this, my relationship with Lute will be broken here.

And I don't feel like we're ever going to interact again - even though it's in his arms that's where I'm going.

Just thinking about it makes me cold, like my body was thrown naked into a snow mountain.

I want to remain at his side.

It doesn't matter in any way.

If you say all I can, I want to connect Lute's blood with my belly to the next generation.

I want to have children.

Instinct as a white werewolf seeking only bonds than any connection.

Surely I will adore his son more than myself.

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

I will never ask him about his postgraduate path.

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

"No, it's not"

I assure you, Lute, without hesitation.

"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?

I listen back unexpectedly to the unexpected answer.

He gets lost - opens his mouth.

"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!

"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 Continent now."

If you can stay by his side, my dear, I don't care about going to magician's school or anything.

But to my words, Lute looked very sad.

"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..."

Sad, but especially his point.

Just because you like Lute doesn't make you a reason to eat up his talent and pull his legs. It just doesn't make sense to force me to stay with you.

"I love you" and "I love you" - that emotion alone can't keep me on the side.

At least it is natural to give it strength to an undisturbed degree.

To do this, I guess I'll just have to go to the School of Mages.

(But if Lute and I stay apart like this...)

Fear striking again.

If you break up as just a childhood friend, you're afraid you'll never see Lute again.

(I don't like that! I've always wanted to be on Lute's side!

I wipe my floating tears with my fingers.

Stop your leg and let go of your hand and face Lute.

Oddly enough, this is where Goblin attacked me then, and helped me by him.

I have the courage to tell you what I've been trying to tell you.

Put your hands together in front of your chest and squeeze your courage out.

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

He also confronts me with a serious look at you for guessing.

And I shouted with all my courage, and with all my heart.

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

"- Ahhhhhhhh!!!?