It's all one flower.

This morning, we demonstrated how to describe the type and use of grenades and guns, how to wear bulletproof vests and how to take care of guns. There are enough bulletproof vests to work with everyone wearing them. Getting used to this weight is part of the training.

Funeral home Agoni is away on his own traveling to the wasteland east of the city of Zerneau to procure materials.

When Captain Solniak started explaining, the militant guerrilla old men listened as hard as a child.

... You're looking at school.

It is up to Captain Solniak to decide who and which guns to use, and everyone obeys honestly. In his base vacancy, he became a car seat and everyone began to take care of the guns. The boy soldier Morph, who was ordered by the captain, also teaches, in the room across the street, to manager Leno and the high school student Roark, to the powerless people's crooves.

"Morph, you're the teacher today. Say hello."

"Doctor... me?

Manager Leno told me, and Morph ate face-to-face. The manager laughed and nodded, but the words after that were serious.

"Tell someone something, I'm a teacher."

Roark as well as the guerrilla old men nodded face-to-face at the manager's words and were stuck with the rest of the explanation.

... because the captain ordered me to tell you.

Juvenile soldier Morph was so convinced that he explained every type of gun. In fact, a light machine gun for the two strong old men, an automatic small gun for the rest of the powerless people, an assault rifle for Roark, and a revolver-style pistol for manager Leno. Starting with a gun with a large number of people, manager Leno and Roark were asked to wait.

"Mine alone, you're a lot smaller... or this, not the military, but the police, right?

Even amateurs knew that much about boulders. Manager Leno smiles bitterly at his mouth with a troubled face.

The Juvenile Soldier Morph speculated on why Captain Solgnac had assigned such an object, but made up other reasons for Texto.

"The manager is a craftsman, so you're not asking me to support him backwards?

"Backward support? I'm a baker, aren't I?

"Brother, are you a long-lived race?

For some reason, the guerrilla old man ate it. Manager Leno shook his head with a face of trouble at the old men.

I'm a powerless people, too.

"So you're really that young, and you're setting up a store just now?

"That's awesome."

"... because my father died in an air raid. The store burned down, and the manager said..."

Roark encourages Leno, the manager who was there.

"But we sold it on the truck, and even though we didn't have enough equipment and tools at all, it was a good treat, and the customers were happy, and the people at the mansion complimented the manager on the bread and treats, which were delicious."

"Well, you, backup support."

"Tell Grandma about the flour... and then what? I need you to source the ingredients, bake them here and wait."

"Why does that happen?

The rough guerrillas spoken, and manager Leno lowered his eyebrows more and more and turned to the boy soldier Morph for help.

"Sourcing food monsters is an important issue in the military. Just in case, isn't the captain just going to use his pistol to protect himself?

"You can't fight when you're hungry."

... If you just want the power to protect the Pinas, not the hate of the parents and the store, that's enough.

Juvenile soldier Morph checked the safety device and explained first how to fit and unplug a pistol bullet.

"Practice so that you can make other findings (approximate), even if you are a makura toko"

Explain the handling of automatic small arms to everyone else again.

Juvenile soldier Morph remembered what was taught in the abandoned factory in the autonomous community of Listwer by Captain Solniak and others, seniors of the Star Way Yoshi Army, and said exactly as he did.

"You think you know how to shoot fast, but listen to me patiently. Guns are machines, so if you don't use them after they're properly serviced, you're in danger."

If the garbage and dirt in the barrel or magazine are not removed and oil is applied where necessary, it shall cause malfunction. If you get a bullet clog during battle, you will be attacked by an enemy in that gap. That if you can't replenish a bullet under any circumstances, you can't keep fighting.

The militant guerrilla old men listened closely to the boy soldier Morph's explanation, as opposed to the way he looked the other day.

"Except in battle. Absolutely. Put the safety device on here on this side and fasten it tight. Otherwise, we shoot each other, or we get hurt."

"When the battle starts, don't forget to take it off."

One of the guerrillas said, nodding at Morph's explanation.

The militant guerrilla old men, like the adults of the Star Road Prostitutes and the Leno Store Manager, listen to Morph properly.

When I worked in a factory in the Ristover Autonomous Region, even the employees at the lower end did not listen to the story at all because Morph was a child.

... Even the kid says the trick, you don't fool around.

Think about that in a corner of your head, and let the automatic small gun fall apart with the little tool that came with it.

"Is that where the tools were stuck?"

"Yeah, I can take care of it anytime, anywhere."

A small amount of mechanical oil was included in the borough cloth prepared by the spellmaker and the inside of the barrel was polished with the supplied stick. Individually, check the safety devices, remove the tools and give detailed instructions to the side until the gun is disassembled. Some old men have clever hands, others clumsy. Juvenile soldier Morph was patient and repeated the same explanation.

In the room across the street, Captain Solgnac explains the treatment of weapons to the craftsmen and the powerful people guerrillas.

The morning crumbled just because of the explanation and care. The explanation ends until he manages to reassemble it, and the boy soldier sits back in a hoax.

"Hey, I'm your teacher. Which part was this stuck around?

A clumsy old man called Morph with a troubled face. They called me "Doctor," etc., and I felt subtle, but I stop by my old man's side. The part on the palm of my hand was something I had never seen before.