It's all one flower.

"At first, I think it was on the side of here somewhere, but I forgot right or left..."

"Oh, there it is, too."

Roark, who was assembling an assault rifle next door, takes a peek and shows his share. Round and small. It's a metal part that turns the head of the screw around. The bottom is magnetic and sticks to the iron part.

"What the hell?

As the boy soldier Morph was tilting his neck, he also came to see Leno, who had finished assembling his pistol.

"Could that be a transmitter......?

Says I've seen something similar in a spy movie. As Roark gnawed, I heard him scream.

"Didn't it come with any other guns?

Everyone looks at their guns again. One of the militant guerrillas rushes into the room across the street and reports to Captain Solniak that he has found a transmitter.

Captain Solgnac and two artisans, a young man named Oriol, came in with a change of blood. The old man who reported it is grating behind it.

"Morph, it wasn't on this gun. Wasn't there anything else?

"Yes. One more time, I looked into it, but I didn't."

"I'll check the rest of the guns too."

The captain and the craftsman ran to the armory. The leftover Oriole throws up bitterly.

"They grabbed a weapon with a transmitter on purpose before, and they crushed the base."

"So it's dangerous here, too?

"No, when I had my supporters look into it, they found that the range of radio waves was limited. Maybe it won't arrive here. That's why we moved our base..."

Juvenile soldier Morph doesn't know what range the transmitter's radio waves will reach. The northern end of Artel territory was the island of Lanterna, between which Lake Lacus and the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, the Kublum Mountains, were sandwiched.

Besides, the port of the city of North Zakart, where this base is located, is garrisoned with regular Nemoralis troops, who intercept them even when Artel troops arrive. I thought it would be a pretty good place if it wasn't even ruined.

"There were four in the spare gun, too."

Three guerrillas of the powerful people, along with Captain Solniak, also came in. All three have raised the same badge (today) from their necks as Oriol. [Surging Eagle (Washi)] Faculty. A testament to the magic warrior.

The Wizard's Medal was taught thousands of years ago, during the battle against the demons of the Three Kingdoms, to make it easier to understand who was good at what art.

The old magic armor was put on the collar as a badge, but not in normal clothes. So most people raise it from their necks through chains, but say they will also be given fasteners as badges with old remnants.

The man who told Morph about the badge said Ultr.

"Mr. Oriol, Captain, I have an idea. Why don't you leave this guy to me?

"What are you going to do?

When Captain Solniak heard, Ultr spoke to another magical warrior of the land people.

"Par Little help me too. I'm gonna put this in Artel's capital."

"Oh, well done. Put it in the bureau or the police station in the middle of the night."

A bearded magic warrior called Par Little nodded with an understandable face.

... So, what happens?

Morph must have looked like he didn't know why. Ultr, a magic warrior, gave details of the operation.

"They know we're going to [jump] too. I wonder where they're going next, where they are right now, so they can monster weapons like this and make them grab wax."

As the boy soldier Morph let him snort, Ultr nodded back and looked around at everyone and continued.

"It has nothing to do with the operation. We can stir it up if we put it in Toko."

"Then it would be better to plant it in places where unspecified people enter and exit the market, or in moving objects such as buses and trucks, rather than police stations, to buy time"

Captain Solgnac will come up with an amendment to the operation.

Ultr thought a little and looked at Oriol.

"Is that what you say, Mon?

"... I agree with the captain. When I got on the bus with my gun, I caught my eye, because the route is limited... it must be a long distance truck"

The young Oriol further modified it.

The powerless old people say, "Well, you should stick to the truck resting in the service area," "You want a mess under the body," and so on. A young magic warrior, Oriole, snorted at it.

In the Star's Way Prostitute Army, the great men had decided on the operation and told it to the captains of each unit to have it executed at the end of the boy soldier morphs.

This militant guerrilla is not a great person or an upbeat one, we all come up with opinions and decide on an operation.

Boy soldier Morph wondered about it and listened to the adults taking over.

Wait for the story to come together and have a totally late lunch.

The old lady Silva brought it, there were plenty of cans and sturdy bread. Some wild fruits have been picked by the funeral parlor Agoni as far as the woods.

... These guys are eating pretty good mon.

This abandoned building is also remotely more comfortable than Morph's parents' Barrack Hut. If magic can be used, even ruins can be so cozy.

"Brother, what kind of bread can you bake?

"Get out of the way... it's normal meal bread, sweet bread. It's a regular bakery. It's a regular bakery."

There is no tea after meals. Drinking water, one of the guerrillas asks the manager of Leno. The soggy water is a treat for Boy Soldier Morph even if this is all he has.

... That's not normal. What's bread?

"Is there some kind of bread that's not normal?

The magic warrior of the people of the lake, Journitol, put the same question in his mouth as the boy soldier Morph. Manager Leno looks at Journitle's green hair and answers.

"Yep. I can't make green and blue bread for people in the lake without a license, and I don't have equipment for disaster prevention..."

"Bread for disaster prevention?

... What the hell?

Magic Warrior Ultr asks.

"Isn't that hard bread?

"This is a long-standing bread for canning. The consumption deadline is definitely in a fuzzy state...... was it about a year?

"You don't know that!

"It's expensive to manufacture, so I haven't been out much, but I keep it in a hospital or something for little kids who don't have all the old people and teeth."

"Heh."

We were all impressed with the professional bakery description.

In the afternoon, he was divided into two rooms again, where he practiced loading bullets, replacing cartridges, and demonstrating how to explain and set up gun applications.

By "light" machine guns, there are more than ten kilometres, including bullet cartridges. The two machine gunmen were struggling with their weight. Other faces imitate the demonstration of the Juvenile Soldier Morph in a move that is nothing more than the handling of unfamiliar objects.

"When you're standing, basically, it's the iron rule to point the muzzle diagonally downwards and not argue with each other in an outburst or something. And the way you say it, you can hold it like a rack."

I just sat down and slowly replaced the bullet cartridge, but now I stand and practice. With his hands in his wrecked gloves, he takes the cartridge out of his tactical vest ammo pouch and replaces it, but the weight of the gun in his other hand shook his hand and it didn't go very well. I try to put the muzzle on the floor, but the gloves are too tight to fit properly in the ditch, and I drop the cartridge.

Boy soldier Morph did not lend a hand and watched their vicious struggle.

"Surprisingly heavy and difficult, this..."

High school student Roark wipes the sweat off his forehead (stuffed), the militant guerrilla old guys agree. Manager Leno also had difficulty handling guns much heavier than knives with one hand.

"I've been doing this without any training, but that's a bad idea."

An old man like an ancient ginseng spills a potpourri.

If I had been trained, I would have fought for more. I could have saved more lives.

Juvenile soldier Morph continues his explanation with a pretence that he felt such regret but did not listen.

"In action, we have to hide ourselves in walls and shields, and we have to be able to do all kinds of cool things with our mid hips and crouching and crawling to the ground. It's a hammering cool thing, so it's easy to start with. Sit down, slow down, and get used to it."

After about an hour of loading practice, Captain Solgnac turned up.

"Combined with walking training with guns, we go to the eastern meadows to collect material. Departure after enough. Get ready."

"Yes!

Boy soldier Morph saluted with his spine stretched out.