Masami Toriyama looked at the surrounding landscape with a face like a fox.
Black smoke rises from all over the blue sky with sparse clouds. Under the hills where Masami stood, the forest stretched out until it interacted with the sky.
"It was night and it's suddenly noon, and it's winter and it's summer. I don't know why. I need someone to tell me."
A squeaky arrow tip, a shallow, dark-skinned little man in a simple outfit, appeared and gazed at Masami. An automatic small gun is held in his hand, and he has an alert look at Makoto. Eventually, men of the same face and skin color appeared one after the other, surrounding Masami. They're all armed.
"Okay! This is time travel! Is that it? Maybe it's a parallel world? You know, which one is it? Tell me? Hey, can anybody speak Japanese?
Jung-mei speaks up without being afraid of the circumstances in which she is placed.
"Nippon gin? Watashini Hongo Damene"
One person surrounded by Masami answers that in one word. The fact that Masami showed no hostility at all and, above all, that she was Japanese greatly eased her vigilance. They were familiar with the Japanese.
"You don't answer Japanese in Japanese. So the Japanese are with that one that answers to outsiders about idon 't english or something? Yeah, I love you."
Observe firearms held by outsiders. As far as the types of firearms are concerned, there is no time travel, and it seems modern.
"Oh, this must be a teleport. I'm sure the spirit of power is his fault. Then should I find the Japanese Embassy? Uh, good. I thought it might be a fantasy development where different worlds would summon me and treat me like a brave man to save the world. You don't seem to have a fantasy world, a toilet washlet, or physiological supplies, do you? If the world were to fly like that, I'd feel like Dozen's. Realistically, it's tight."
I wonder what the hell this woman is talking about, and the men surrounding Masami wear their little necks and face to face. The fact that we are obviously not talking to ourselves, but continue to talk to ourselves, even if the words did not make sense, was discernible from the gaze and tricks of Jung-mi.
And when I wondered if something sounded flying in, an explosion occurred with the roar.
"Rocket bullets? I knew this was a battlefield, right?
Jung-mei turns herself down. The men put up guns. Soldiers in military uniform from beneath the hill sew between the rock shade and the rock shade, about to come up here. It was called controlled movement, a good number and good equipment, it all seemed as if the soldier side was winning.
"But if I join you this way, you'll probably win. That's all true. That's for sure. Sure. But I don't even know which one is the good guy or the bad guy. I mean, is there good or evil in war? I don't think so."
While Masami is talking, an intense shootout happens to begin. Several bullets are also worn on the ground on the side of Masami.
"But these people didn't shoot me when they saw me, and those people, even though they're after these people, are the momentum to wind up with me, and I guess these people are at a disadvantage and I want to be a judge. Uh, yeah, I thought about something good. I'll join you, so take me to the Japanese embassy later. Right, that's good, right? Oh, I don't get the word, so I like the gesture's."
When you tap the shoulder of a man shooting a gun right next door with his finger, Masami points at herself and makes him try to shoot more at the enemy.
"Oh-ho! Oh-ho! That made sense, didn't it? Yeah."
Masami assumed that it made sense, took the outlet again, and went around to their addition.
When he emerges from the shadows of the rocks with dignity, he securely finishes each shot with a pistol. I don't care how much I try to hide and not hit it from Masami, but it's just immobile.
Whether he is wearing a full auto and a good amount of ammunition, the moment the killer is directed at him, he immediately shoots at the counter with clear aim, and with it he is finishing.
The men were taken aback when they saw Masami, one pistol after the other, surely killing his enemies. Even if a few people pop up at once and point their guns at Masami, they're almost shot dead at the same time. It's a move that I don't think is human.
But it doesn't mean anything from Masami. The opponent is nothing but an elephant. It seemed like an interesting game with more tension when dealing with True or Mika.
Men who were taken aback, but rejoiced that their immediate enemies had been swept away, honoring Masami with cheer.
"Hey - I hope you don't touch me familiarly. I mean, I got it! Don't hate it, too. Book sucks. So, you want me to take you to the Japanese embassy? I need you to show me quickly."
Shortly after Masami spoke to a man who had praised him by tapping his shoulder with his hand...
"Oh? You have Japanese here. I'm not listening."
Along with the obvious Japanese, a long-headed Japanese man appeared dressed in camouflage clothing. Armed with an assault rifle.
"And you've been dressed a lot oddly, this"
Next to it was a Japanese with a small, glassy face, the opposite of which. Outfits and gear are similar.
"Ah, you speak Japanese. It's Japanese now, isn't it? Why are you here, Japanese? I mean, where are we? You know what, tell me? I mean, who are you guys?
"He's just a passing revolutionary."
To whomever she did, the child-faced young man answered with a full smile.
"Your logic is always too unsolicited! I'm thinking of you!
"What the hell is that! It's not always the last thing you do! So you think I'll convince you of everything for me?
Hearing the reward of the anger of the excited men and women, Aoshima Shinta hesitated to leave.
"Then am I just a clown desperate for you? Ah, is that so!
"Wow, little one! I thought you transferred responsibilities like I'm selfishly saying, and now you're saying that?
"You're more right about women. If you're a man, I'll wrap more women around you. You need a size."
The men and women who were indoors froze because people came out of the break-in when suddenly they wondered if an unexpected voice had been heard. Moreover, because of the holding of a pistol in its hand, terror is astonishingly raised.
"But you also need something called the amount of equipment that women and men take into account and admit it. Now if you'll excuse me."
Sincerely bowing his head, Aoshima walks out the door.
"Hey, what!? Uncle now!
"Thief!?
After Aoshima leaves, the two of them look at each other and scream.
"Ugh, cold"
When I went outside, it was upstairs in the apartment. The snow is piling up quite high.
"Hokkaido, Northeast or Hokuriku... in any case, that's something that was flown far away. No, we should think it was only in Japan."
Zero bitterness, Qingdao stepped into the snow.