Kuishinbo Elf

From the next morning's training, Mr. Geylinkood taught me how to handle a demon-guided gun. But it was awesome Spartan.

I hold on to my pitch-black magic gun and usually stand on the practice field I use to practice bows.

"Seijiro, we don't have time for this anyway. So I become a ghost (crazy). I'm not gonna let you complain, okay?

"Yes!

With that said, didn't he suddenly pull out his magic gun and fire at me?

There were five bullets, and they hit my body without the madness of dimensions. On the head, arms and feet, respectively.

"Hia!?"

But I should have been shot, but there's no pain, what a strange feeling only remains.

"There shouldn't be any pain. Not now."

What did he do to me? [M] It didn't take long to think about it. It came.

"Ngi no no no no no no no!?"

"Mm, that's fast. Has it worked yet?"

hey, what the fuck!? this mumbling itch! No, I mean itchy, or pleasant, what can I say? It's a feeling I can't describe.

"The bullet I shot into you (Barrett) was [Curse Barrett]. Cursed Bullet (Barrett), as its name suggests. Now there's an unusual pain in you..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

This is tough. I'm not supposed to be a kid like this. I don't like that in places with such eyes.

"... you shitty devil (Leviathan), you gave me a different bullet (Barrett)"

I scratched my cheeks with Gylinkood sampers. Apparently, he's frightened. I don't want you to look at me like that. If they look at me like that...... I say Yi.

"Well, listen, Makoto. To reduce that symptom (curse), you need to transfer the curse around your body (body) to the Magic Gun (cancer)."

"Ha-ha-ha... Curse me, is that a demon gun... ahem!

"Be patient without boredom. Precisely in the bullet (barrette) in the magazine. Imagine first with a magic gun."

A relentless man. But he won't fit in this state unless he does what he says.

I took a pitch-black magic gun and explored an image where I could pour a curse around my body into a bullet in a magazine.

But I'm a beginner. I don't know what image I'd like.

"If you can't imagine, feel the breath (aura) of the Magic Gun."

"Phew, phew"

It's time to get to the limit. Looks like a fresh-born deer already.

The only thing that comes from this kid is the metal coolness and weight, because it's called the breath of a demon gun. I got stuck with a lot of cutting feathers and grabbed the grip of the magic gun. [M]

At that time, I did feel something pouring in from the Magic Gun.

Perhaps this is the breath of the Magic Gun.

"Fugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugu!

I put a curse running around my body on the breath of a demon gun. It circled me and went back into the Magic Gun, and I realized it at the same time. That the curse in my body is gone.

"The curse... gone?

"It didn't disappear, it was caged in a bullet (barrette) from a demon gun."

I heard Mr. Gylinkood point and pulled six bullets out of the Magic Gun magazine to confirm it.

Normal bullets have a dull glow of golden sparrows, but the five remaining bullets were stained pink.

"I knew it was [Epilepsy (Eros)]. Totally......"

That's what Mr. Gylinkood said, putting on the black cape I was wearing. [M]

"Wash your body. And then it goes on."

"Huh? Wow!?"

That said, I understood what was happening to me now. Hurry up, let's take a bath.

At first glance, it looks like money, but it's actually a hot spring, so there's always a build-up of water.

I rushed to the bathroom, blushing with shame.

"It's already terrible. Mr. Gylinkood."

"Apologize."

I'm angry at Mr. Geilincood for not looking so sorry. [M]

But it turned out to be futile in the end.

"Well, let's continue."

Because he immediately moved on to his next training. He doesn't care about my dementia.

"Uh-huh."

"Don't roar. Next time."

My disgruntled appeal seems futile, too. Maybe he's blunt.

"Next up is the bullet (Barrett) on the Magic Gun (Gun)"

"Yes."

They say the Magic Gun basically doesn't fire live ammunition. It is the magic of the aggressiveness put into the bullet that fires it.

From this, it basically means that the bullet can be released indefinitely as long as it has magic power.

So, live ammo is just a decoration, and it doesn't seem to be.

"[DOUBLE BALLET], here is the mystery of the Magic Gun (Gun)"

A double barrette seems to be an attack method that can also be described as the depths of a magic gun that fires live and magic bullets simultaneously.

The bullet that smashed the big rock yesterday was also a shooting by [Double Barrett], he said.

Naturally, there are disadvantages to this method.

Of course consuming bullets, magic bullets are caged in ammunition and fired, so they can't cage magic in the area where the missing bullets were stored, and pulling the trigger will end in underdevelopment.

Since underdevelopment on the battlefield can be fatal, it seems necessary to be very careful when using it.

"Think of the double barrette as your own soul (Seoul) itself. Be prepared to put your own blood (Brad) and soul (Seoul) into a bullet (Barrett) as well as magic."

"Soul... so what you need for a magic gun is a soul."

"Affirmative. Apparently, Seijiro has the qualities of a magic gun (cancer). In a short time, [Attribute Bullet (Element Barrett)] is produced."

"Ha... that's already a coincidence or something"

"There's no such thing as coincidence (luck) with a magic gun (cancer). It is inevitable that there is. I can't believe it. He's dying."

"Believe in the Magic Gun......?

"Oh, that also leads me to believe in myself."

He snapped and squealed his fingers. Then emerged a fluffy, floating, white haunted presence.

If you look closely, a target mark is drawn on the stomach area.

"Isn't that convenient? The Virgin (Holy Lady) created a special magic to create motion for practice (lessons). I'll tell Makoto later."

Apparently, Mr. Ertina was chanting the magic he had made for Mr. Gaylinkood's practice.

Exactly, if you think you're adorable... but it's hard to shoot. Cucumber.

"Look at that."

Mr. Gylinkood pulled out the Magic Gun and set it straight up. Then, didn't the cuckoo target start to flutter around?

This is a hard manoeuvre to guess. I wouldn't be able to guess first.

When I was thinking about that. The sound of the shots rips the atmosphere apart. He unleashed one bullet straight into heaven.

I didn't think that was [double barrette]. Somehow, that's what I thought.

"Huh? Accidental fire...... no!

Countless bullets of light poured down from the sky. Definitely one shooting sound. Yet the bullets that have poured have exceeded twenty.

The bullet of light approached the cuckoo target as it altered its orbit endlessly, penetrating it precisely and unbeatably.

Oh, my God, Cucumber's in trouble!

"A move (skill) [Valet Shower] that is allowed only to those who believe in the Magic Gun (Gunner)."

Mr. Gylinkood returned the demon gun to the holster, and the cuckoo target came here.

Surprisingly, that body doesn't have one scratch on it. Instead, it had a red dot on it.

They were in the middle of the belly target mark.

"No way, all those rounds from that unscrupulous orbit are here?

I checked, but the center of all Cucumber targets is stained red.

"I'm not asking you to do this far. Become a target first."

"Yes!

I will quickly make the Magic Gun my target. [M] A demon gun that felt the will to shoot me sucked up magic from me and began to cage magic in the bullet.

Kind of tickles. I felt like a mother lifting her tits to a baby.

My demon gun is a revolver type, and it's the first thing a beginner gets.

That's why they're under-performing, or not, and a few gunners keep holding it in their hands from start to finish.

"Don't wake the hammer, okay? Live ammunition pops up."

"Yes!... I will shoot!

I pull the trigger. Then, a terrible shock struck me and blew me out back.

"You've come off brilliantly."

"Ugh, that's a great shock. Is Mr. Gylinkood holding off such a shock and firing?

"Yeah, but it's gradually coming through, too."

"It's a very difficult future."

I stare at the pitch-black Magic Gun as my partner. [M] He was glowing his black body just to say how he was.

So I didn't realize it at this time. Give me the meaning of what Mr. Gylinkood said, what lies ahead of his gaze.

"Damn, this guy's got a tough future."

Thus began the tripod between me and Mr. Gylinkood.