It's all one flower.

"Morph."

"Yes!

Called by Captain Solniak, the boy soldier Morph stretched his spine.

"Morphs organize and classify grenades and bullets, protective equipment. Follow Morph's instructions, too, spellmaker."

"It's not for me to use, okay?

"You can explain it when you give it to me"

"The journey. Backward support,"

A small spellmaker came next to Morph. Small as an adult, but one head taller than a morph. Manager Leno and Roark were also to be taught by Juvenile Soldier Morph.

... that I teach older people?

I was confused, but these three seem to be good at figuring things out. Remember when you worked in the warehouse and give instructions for work.

"Uh, first, let's go one kind at a time. There seem to be several types of bulletproof vests, so don't you dare take them... just get them all out of the box and load them in the hallway... please"

"Yes."

The three men split gently and took bulletproof vests, gloves and helmets out of cardboard one after another. Morphs also add to the work.

"Like hooking up a grenade pin and not removing it"

Captain Solgnac noticed, and everyone, for a moment, stopped his hand and nodded. While waiting for the funeral parlor to return, the arms maker simply watched the four men's work with interest and did not help.

By the time he had finished putting his protective gear in the hallway, Agoni had brought back only one of the people of the land. I didn't raise a badge from my neck (today). He's a normal person who seems to make sense. He puts dozens of automatic small guns on both shoulders and follows them after the funeral parlor.

When Captain Solniak received the gun, the man thanked him and named him.

"I say CLUVE. For once, I can use magic, but I got hurt so badly in a previous operation that I thought it wasn't suitable for combat, so I'm here to help."

"Right. I'm Solniak."

He was named by his opponent, and the captain named him. Boy soldier Morph wondered if he should name himself, but he was restrained in the face by the captain and didn't say anything. I don't even name Leno Store Manager and Roark.

Captain Solgnac, as usual, informed Cleve of the reasons and purpose of the work.

"If you don't know the number and type of weapons in your hand, you can't plan an operation and you can't plan training for it. Let's start by organizing the armory."

"Oh, well, shall we call everyone?

"No, fine. It's narrow. It's hard to work with too many people rejecting it."

The captain gives the same explanation as he just gave to the approaching Cleve and calls it off. Cleve nodded, looking around at your room.

Captain Solgnac instructs the weapons craftsmen and the Cleve to lower all the guns loaded on the desk to the floor. I opened a nearby drawer, took out a bunch of ballpoint pens and notepads, and added myself to the work.

The funeral parlor Agoni watched the work a little, but did not help, leaving the room.

"It's a day, you clean up. The rest of them will have to go collect the material."

"Do that."

Captain Solniak left it to the funeral parlor to continue the work.

The Juvenile Morphs worked on classifying the protective equipment they put out in the hallway.

There are two types of helmets, fingerless gloves with blade-proof material, blade-proof vests, and bullet-proof vests.

The Leno store managers had separated the helmet from the gloves without saying anything, but the four best varieties were a mix.

"There are four kinds of clothes. The one who prevents blades and the one who prevents bullets. For bullets are the guys who can get the boards out and in and the guys who can hold the spare bullets like this"

"You split that up, too."

The spellmaker asked him what was natural, and the boy soldier Morph nodded silently. Wrong, if you wear something different, you will waste your life that should help.

Craftsmen lift one vest at a time and overlap questions as they spread out and show.

"Which one is this blade proof, bulletproof?

"Bulletproof to add plates. I'm gonna put a board in the big pocket in there, but you can't because there's no board."

"Hmm. If you don't need it, you can have it as a material."

"What...?

Boy soldier Morph had trouble replying and peered into the room. Captain Solniak was listening properly as he did his work and nodded at me. Morph conveys his acceptances with dismay.

"Say it."

"Oh well. Thank you very much."

A spellmaker gathers useless bulletproof vests. Manager Leno and Roark helped craftsmen from within nothing said.

Boy soldier Morph felt relieved and anxious that everyone would move, even if he didn't instruct him one way or the other.

... me, you don't need anything else, do you?

"A bulletproof vest is pretty heavy. Can you move in these?

Roark lifts a bulletproof vest with a belt for spare ammunition and speaks of anxiety. It's heavy and obvious because it contains metal plates. They don't have lightweight shapes here with tungsten nets.

When the Star's Way Prostitutes mounted their offensive on the city of Zerneau, they were not numbered enough, and not a single one came around to Captain Solniak's troops.

The main force of the Nemoralis Army is the demonic garrison, and the general soldiers of the powerful people fight mainly by magic. Neither the boy soldier Morph nor the rest of the crew cared at all at that time because the guns were treated as spare weapons and the soldiers of the powerless people were backward support centers.

But not this time. The Artel army, which is good at handling firearms, is the opponent.

The Star Road Prostitute was military coached by Artel and Lanista in video. Just knowing the tactics well, the horror stabs Morph's heart as something real.

... Pina's brother, are you serious about going to war?

Boy soldier Morph saw Leno as a chillary while classifying his best. Pinch and lift the shoulder of the vest, check the type and overlap on the same object.

With my muscle tread with Roark, I found that high school students are doing quite a bit of physical training, but they are not trained in combat. There was no magic, and all this time, I could only escape.

I've been practicing magic lately that I can use if I have a [magic crystal], but if I get shot while I'm casting a spell, of course, I'm done.

In fact, the Star Way Prostitute Army was able to march that way to the city of Zerneau and almost dominate the three eastern districts. Boy soldier Morph was also an automatic small gun, slaughtering (hoffing) so much that he couldn't count the wizard's citizens.

Morph was fighting because he didn't think it would be a waste of his life if he stepped on the Ristover Autonomous Region and let the people who lived there blow a bubble. It didn't bother me at all that my protective gear didn't come around because I didn't feel like protecting myself.

... How can I protect Pina's brother?

I know there's a crow who can't even protect herself, but I can't even protect someone else. Still, I wanted to protect manager Leno no no matter what I did.

"Well, next time, let's split the bullet or something"

He later decided to talk to Captain Solniak, and Juvenile Soldier Morph entered the room. This room contains a collection of assault rifles, rifles for long-range sniping, and revolver-style pistols. The captains kept sorting in the machine gun room.

"Get it all out of the box, put the same guy together... oh, be careful not to pin the grenade"

"Yeah, okay"

The spellmaker responds effortlessly, and Leno store manager and high school student Roark nod and hang on to the work.

"Earlier, the captain said there was a mixture of non-lethal grenades, but there's that?

"Hmm? Yeah. This."

Manager Leno asked, and the boy soldier Morph took one out of the box and showed it.

"Stangrenade. Awesome light and sound, the guy that makes you uncombatable just for a little while. Jijibaba, the sick, the kids, they might die of shock."

"What do you use when you say it?

The spellmaker has eaten it too.

"When you want to capture your enemies alive, or when you want to strike them in a narrow place and make sure they're all destroyed."

"Hmm."

"This one's a tear bomb. Guy who can't stop crying with gas and blinks for a while. I don't have a gas mask, so I can't use this either."

"Oh, that's in the paper sometimes, isn't it? For the police to crack down on the mob, right?

says Roark. Boy soldier Morph has never read a newspaper. I didn't deny or affirm it with an ambiguous face.

At that rate, finishing classifying and organizing grenades and bullets, Juvenile Soldier Morph reported to Captain Solniak.

"Right. Good luck. Take a break while you check the quantity."

"Yes!

The captain hung his words of labor, and the boy soldier Morph felt a little proud, stretching his spine.

Roark asks the spellmaker.

"What are you going to do with that one earlier?

"Is that it?... Oh, clothes? Embroider a spell in your pocket and you'll have a little armor."

"Can't it be the clothes you're wearing right now?

"There's no point in saying no, but it'll drain your magic all the time while you're wearing it, so it's better to take it off."

"Is that what you're saying?"

When Roark and manager Leno said at the same time, not only the spellmaker, but also the weapons maker nodded.

... which way (Michi), Pina's brother is a powerless people, so you can't use magic armor.

How can I protect manager Leno? Juvenile soldier Morph thought about it all and looked at the neatly cleaned up arsenal.