Rebuild World

Akira stares at the palm 300 orum outside the boutique. I broke it off once. But I still have some thoughts. He gasped and exhaled to exhale his slightly discouraged mind, and danced to his nostalgia for the price of risking his life in the ruins.

Laughs as Alpha encourages Akira.

'It's okay. I'm just a little late to accept the rest of the consideration. Wait in anticipation.

Akira regained her mind, squeezed her expression and snorted deeply.

"... right. That's right. That's about it.

If you are forced to regain your temper for a little while, get on with it and make your next plan.

"Alpha. I'll go to the ruins again tomorrow. Do you mind?

Of course. Then let's take the day off somewhere already. Akira must be pretty tired, too, huh?

"Oh. I'm definitely tired. Get some rest early today."

Transfer your gaze to the contents of the paper bag that Akira holds in her hand. Inside are relics left unsold, such as knives and medical products. It's too valuable for Akira today.

"We need to hide this somewhere. Let's go to the back alley."

Alpha suddenly stopped Akira by hand as she was going down the back alley of Slam Street for yesterday's bed.

"What's going on?

"Akira. Be careful."

Alpha pointed forward. Then in that direction, three children appeared from the side streets in the alley. As Akira was on guard, two more appeared from behind Akira. They are all residents of the same slum town as Akira, and they are about the same age.

This five-man leader is a boy named Darbe, just in front of Akira. The darbe laughs and tells the commonplace story.

"Do you want me to give you some money? You have it, don't you?

Akira gave a harsh look at the content as expected. And try to deflect them.

"There's no money. You'll see. If you're going to attack, go for the one who's going to have more money."

Akira's words seemingly (more) too. Unless you are involved in the idea of playing "nabu" in that name from the beginning, rather than for monetary purposes, it is not surprising that you are somewhat discouraged from doing so. But Darbe shook his neck lightly and sideways to ridicule Akira as he grinned inferiorly.

"Don't throw up lies. I've been watching you, haven't I? You, you would have come out of the boutique. Yesterday and today, we were headed for the ruins. I didn't seem to go to the store yesterday, but I was stopping by today. You must have found something and sold it to me, right? Then there must be money."

Darbe and the others were exploring the situation near the shopping mall when they saw Akira heading to the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street. It is safer to attack those who return from it than to head out to dangerous ruins in search of artifacts. Few have the thought of this hand. Yo (more) can't have kids like Dalbe and the others attacking adult hunters, so it will be the same kids like Akira who are after them. These people were also a factor in reducing the number of children who would continue to sell artifacts and other items to the shopping centers.

Akira exhales. And answer clearly.

"There's only 300 aurum."

"What? Are you kidding me?

"I'm not kidding. Those guys only paid 300 aurums for what I brought in. It's not a lie. That's the rule. It won't be the kind of money that takes five. If you know what I mean, go somewhere else."

Darbe sees Akira in the gaze of suspicion. But he didn't seem to be vomiting lies. And I tongued grumpy when I remembered hearing somewhere that the buying house of that hand would only give me 300 aurums for the first time.

"What is it? Let me hope. It's been a while since I thought I'd make money. Don't imitate the confusion."

"Sorry about that. Can we go now?

Darbe's people had already lost a lot of motivation. But Darbe was still only motivated enough to lead the raid. Look at Akira again and explore the golden-eyed one. But Akira's clothes are worn out and not worth taking away. The paper bags I have are also somewhere thinly dirty and the contents are very unlikely to sell at a high price. Normally, Darbe was also dismotivated by it. But this time, I thought it was a long time ago, and it was only frustrating (I need it) to say something generous to my people.

Leave yourself to the heightened frustration (I need it) and Dalbe pulls out the gun unexpectedly.

"Uh, shit! Good enough! If you don't want to die, give me that 300 orum!

Akira, who remained vigilant, made her expression even more rugged.

"... shooting me to death only damages you, huh? I'm gonna fight back, too, for 300 orum? Stop. Stop."

"Ugh! Get the fuck out of here!

Shooting to death without money just costs ammo. If they fight back with madness, they may get hurt too. Darbe knew about that, too. But he was being pushed away by a desire to get rid of his frustrations and the momentum of pulling out his gun, five to one. Besides, I'm pulling out my gun first. That margin was making him act shorter.

Akira's expression is even more distorted. It's only 300 orum. It's not a life-threatening amount of money. I know that.

But at the same time, it's the money I got for risking my life, and it's the first money I got to become a hunter. It makes a lot of sense to give that money to the menace and give it away in vain. Akira had been forced to make a bitter decision.

In that situation, Alpha stands in front of Akira. And look at the spare smile.

"Akira. Answer me with a small voice. Don't worry, no matter how small your voice sounds to me. All right? '

"... ok"

"I'll support you if you need me, but which one? Give it to me. Run. Kill. Pick?

I can also survive by giving you money I earned from my life. But I have to give it to you again next time.

I can also desperately escape and survive. But we have to run again next time.

You can also kill and survive enemies. But they could kill you the other way around.

Akira chose not to get lost.

"... kill"

Alpha smiles invincibly.

Copy that. I'll give you directions. Break through the siege first. We're going between the two behind us. We're both caught off guard, and we're a long way from each other. Look back and bend over in the second step, rolling down the ground and through the two of them. Then hurry into the alley on the right. That's where the counterattack comes from. Don't throw away the paper bag. That you have it right. That's good, huh?

"... ok. What's the time to look back?

"Now"

Akira looked back immediately.

Take the first step with your right foot. The boys suddenly look back at Akira, surprised and slightly stiff.

Take the second step with your left foot. The boys stretched out their arms to try to catch Akira, but their arms swung empty because of Akira's bending. Then Darbe fires without even targeting Busy. The bullet goes low and passes over Akira, bent over.

The boys inadvertently stopped moving in surprise at Darbe's firing. Akira jumps into the alley on the right into the gap and rushes straight to momentum. Akira had already disappeared when Dalbe and the others who returned to me rushed to check the end of the alley.

A boy about to be shot stuffs himself in the darbe.

"Hey, you're in danger!

"Ugh! I'm sorry he suddenly moved! That son of a bitch, you're kidding! I'll kill you! Hey! We're going after him!

Another boy answers looking troublesome.

"Leave me alone. I don't know what else to do if I hit him. Besides, I already got away with it. If you're after him, why don't we do it after he goes to the store again? He'll have the money then, too."

Darbe gave up on chasing Akira, tongue-in-cheek dissatisfied with the appearance of his already dismotivated companions. Start off the spot with your friends. And looking back unconsciously around a short distance, he turned his gaze toward the alley where Akira disappeared.

The next moment, Darbe's expression stains with surprise. Akira jumped out of the alley and pointed her gun. Dulbe had to flee Akira's shooting reflexively and intact thanks to the fact that he was looking back by chance. But the others devour Akira's shooting, and fall down with a voice of anguish.

"Holy shit!?

Darbe gradually attempts to point a gun at Akira in an attempt to fight back. But Akira had already disappeared from the scene and ended up sticking the muzzle where no one was. The absence of enemies weakens surprises and confusion about sudden events. Instead, anger springs up, swelling to deceive and overwrite the dying fear. A gun pointing towards no-one keeps trembling in response to the inside of the handheld.

"You're kidding me!

The rage, proportional to the passion, echoed loudly around the area.

Akira is running in the back alley with a harsh look on her face. After the shooting, he was already a long way from the Dalbes, thanks to his hurry back to the alley without confirming his hit.

"Alpha! What happened!?

"I've hit three of them. There are only two people who can't fight. They're all alive. '

"Right. You're good."

Akira is nothing but a gunman. It's inherently impossible, such as letting three people hit you right after you jump out of the alley. Fly out into the alley, then look for the enemy, aim and fire at him for a long time, and see if he stayed there and hit him. In that amateur move, he was undoubtedly being fought back.

It was Alpha that made that possible. When Alpha left for the alley before Akira, he stood in an efficient shooting position, pointing to the position of the Darbe and the others. Based on his alpha appearance, Akira jumped out to the designated position, placed a gun in the pre-determined direction, and quickly pulled the trigger as many times as she had determined in advance, returning immediately. It all worked as instructed by Alpha, making this ambush a success.

But it still does not lead to the annihilation of the enemy. The operation is ongoing.

'Let's hurry to the next position. This way.'

"Okay."

Akira kept running down the alley after Alpha.

Dalbe snoops into Akira's disappeared alley as he puts up his gun and guards. I don't see Akira. But thinking about the possibility of lurking somewhere, I proceed along the alley on alert with my companions who were lucky enough to be safe.

He gives an anxious look to Darbe as the boy tries to keep going behind the alley.

"Oh, hey! What are they gonna do! Are you going to leave me alone?

I say back that Darbe yells at me with a rugged look.

"You have to kill him first! If we don't, we won't be able to move them anywhere safe! What are you gonna do if they shoot you while you're at the clinic!

"Oh well. Right.... you're not gonna abandon me, are you?

"... if you're willing to abandon me, I'm running away."

"Oh, you're right."

Darbe was frustrated (needn't) by his companions, who seemed convinced at first. This wouldn't have happened if these guys hadn't stopped me. It was such an unsolicited reason.

Akira had made a huge detour not to meet the Darbe and the others before returning to the place where she had shot earlier. And approaching the falling Dulbe companions with full vigilance, he points a gunshot at the head, this time firmly aiming. Those who were already dead, those who had passed out, those who noticed Akira and were whining (crushing) about something, pull the trigger in the same way without distinction of any kind. Three gunshots sounded and three bodies with holes in their heads rolled.

"... now three. Two more."

"I'll be hiding soon."

Copy that.

Akira hid herself in another alley again. As I hold my breath with the alley wall behind my back, Alpha gives me the next instruction.

"Akira, take out your recovery pills and take them. The one I saved without selling it."

"Are you hurt?

"Hurry up and take it. It's about ten pills."

Akira was surprised, but took the box of restorative medicine out of the paper bag as instructed and opened it, placing the capsule in her palm.

(... This is also a relic of the Old World, so you mean Old World Recovery Medicine? Probably very expensive. I'm not injured, and I don't feel like I want to have any.... but they told me to drink it)

Alpha's orders. I guess it makes some sense. That's what Akira thought and swallowed the recovery pills.

When he heard the gunfire and hurried back to his companions, Darbe saw the bodies of his companions and distorted his face furiously.

"Shit! You got ahead of me!

Behind that darbe, the boy who came back with him was retreating slightly with a cruel (dull), blue face. And around some distance from the Darbe, screaming with a distorted (yu) look in fear.

"Oh, yours, because of you! Because you attacked him!

And I put the darbe down and ran away with all my might. Shortly after that, the gunfire sounds again. Akira targeted me. But I didn't hit him. The boy ran away screaming and disappeared straight into the back of Slam City.

Darbe was also escaped if he wanted to escape. But he is pushed back by the hatred that killed his companion and his contempt for the boy who escaped, he does not want to escape, etc., but screams and moves with his passion.

"You lick me!

There is only one sidewalk where you can shoot the escaped boy. Darbe pushed away the fear of killing each other with hatred and ran out to Akira's place with that momentum.

Akira was about to intercept Darbe in an alley where she hid herself. Alpha stands a little in front of Akira, pointing to Darbe and teaching him his general position.

Shoot at the moment when the enemy tries to peek into the alley. Akira held the gun tight with both hands and waited for it.

But something unexpected happened. The opponent stops once on guard and carefully peeks into the alley. That's what I was thinking, but the upside down darbe jumped into the alley with momentum without stopping, completely coaxed with prudence and all that.

And that was unexpected for Darbe, too. The opponent will have already fled to the back of the alley. That's what I thought and jumped into the alley to keep Akira from escaping. But Akira was right there.

As a result of the unexpected between the two, Akira and Darbe were to be relative at close range. Put a gun to your opponent in surprise and pull the trigger almost simultaneously. Gunshots overlapped.

Akira and Darbe fall to the ground. The bullets fired by each other were hitting each other's torso. Both are seriously injured. And both had the same thing in mind, with the expression of agony (kumon) caused by severe pain.

The other person is not dead yet. I haven't killed it all. We must hurry and stab him. Faster than your opponent. He manages to get himself up, shaking that thought by severe pain, and tries to point a gun at him.

What Darbe saw, desperately trying to point a gun at him, was the figure of Akira, who had already pointed the gun at herself.

Akira pulls the trigger first. A bullet fired at close range hits the darbe directly. It wasn't an instant death, but it was enough to take away the power from Dalbe by scratching his feet. Darbe dropped his gun and collapsed, ending his short life by sinking into a blood pond flowing out of his own body.

Akira set her sight on her bullet spot after killing Darbe. There is a hole in the clothes and the blood is quite seeping. Definitely a serious injury. However, although I feel the bluntness of the movement caused by the injury, the pain was largely deducted. When I wonder about it, Alpha gives instructions with a rugged look.

"Akira, heal your injuries immediately."

"Alpha. Something doesn't hurt much..."

'That's just the analgesic effect of a pre-medicated restorative. Injuries aren't healing.'

"Was it? Oh, that's why you used your healing pills first."

Akira was able to force (do) her severely injured body thanks to the analgesic action of the healing pills. Treatment for injuries caused by bullets has also begun since (because) they were immediately hit after taking healing pills. The effect that it had on Akira's movements was negligible. But Akira survived the slightest difference.

'Swallow extra healing pills first. It's about ten pills this time. Then open the capsule of the healing medicine and sprinkle the contents directly to the injured area. That's about ten pills, too. At the end of the day, put a medical tape on the bullet site. Hurry up. If you pass out and you don't make it to therapy, you're gonna die.'

Akira managed to move her body, which was mostly blunt, and took the recovery medicine out of the bag that was falling on her side (by her side). And I immediately swallowed a number of capsules that would be roughly ten tablets.

Next, open the capsule with a trembling hand and sprinkle the contents to the wound. As soon as that happens, the same severe pain as when the bomb was fired strikes Akira. After eating and tying his teeth and managing to endure, he turns his slightly anxiety-mixed gaze to Alpha.

"A, Alpha, is this, is it okay?

"Direct administration reduces the effectiveness of analgesics. But since you are directly administering a therapeutic nanomachine to the injured area, the effect will be higher than oral. Patience. '

Finally, a bandage-like therapeutic tape was removed from the paper bag and pasted over the wound.

'You're done with your treatment. Let's move quickly. It's not safe to be here like this. "

"Can you move or not..., no, I can't force you to (do it), but if you don't move away from here, it's creepy (first)..."

Akira managed to get up while enduring the pain. And start walking slowly. Heavy pain runs every time I step out, but I manage to walk away. That was remarkable in view of the injuries, which showed the amazing performance of the restorative drugs that treated that much in this short time.

But Akira, who is in pain and not everywhere, cannot afford to be surprised by its incredible performance. He walks down the alley, distorting his face with pain.

Encourage Akira with a serious look that Alpha is still about to fall.

"Good luck."

"Oh."

Akira managed to reach a different bed yesterday. Get ready for bed more carefully than usual, taking care not to pass out while half collapse. If someone approaches you with this injury, it's over. Think of it that way and hide your figure in the corner of the alley so you'll never find it. And when I was ready for bed, I lay down to fall in.

"... Alpha. I'm at my limit now. Go to sleep. Rest."

A gentle voice with an expression that Alpha seems worried about.

'Rest. Get some rest.'

When Akira meditates (crushes) her eyes with a tired and harsh look, her consciousness is immediately swallowed up by darkness.

(... may you wake up properly)

I prayed, but I didn't know where or to whom I prayed.

The next morning Akira woke up very refreshingly, to the point where she wondered herself. I was surprised at that, and I squeaked emotionally that I had woken up properly.

"... did I not have to die?...... hmm?

When I felt uncomfortable with my torso and put my hands on it, I felt something hard around the area where I was shot yesterday. A closer look there revealed that something existed under the therapeutic tape. When I carefully peeled the tape, a slightly deformed bullet appeared. The bullet seemed to be slipping into the body, but it was actually pushed out of the body.

"... the bullet you ate yesterday? You left it on your body."

'Sounds like it. The therapeutic nanomachine was interrupted by a therapeutic tape in an attempt to drain it out of the body. You should take it.'

Akira was a little surprised by Alpha, who was on the side (buckwheat) at some point, but not as good as yesterday. I'm getting used to having Alpha on my side.

Forcefully remove the bullet that remains eaten into your body and re-tape it for treatment. The pain was completely gone.

Alpha smiles again.

"Akira. Good morning. Did that happen yesterday, but you slept well?

"Oh. I slept well.... You slept a little too much."

The sun is already rising. It's pretty late from the usual Akira wake-up time. Akira's stomach complains of hunger. I haven't eaten anything in the evening. And as it is, breakfast is also skipped.

"Yummy (first)! We haven't finished rationing yet, have we?

Akira hurried to the distribution station. I made it in time.

Originally scheduled to head to Kuzsuhara Street ruins today, but was cancelled at Alpha's behest. I decided to take a day off to make Akira feel better.

It's usually a lot weird at a time when you've been hit but only get a day's rest. Akira also had enough common sense to make it unnatural. But the pain of the bullet has already disappeared, and the movement of the body is a little dull. Akira gradually realized that it was the effect of an old world-made restorative medicine and was impressed while resting in the alley.

(Both restorative drugs and therapeutic tapes are made in the old world. A relic of the old world? It makes sense to sell high. Didn't you want to be a little naked?... No, but I don't want to die)

Many created with advanced technology in the old world are not reproducible in current technology. That's not limited to recovery drugs.

A small knife found in a site had seemingly contradictory functions, such as tearing meat and fish apart easily (and easily) or even steel and concrete, just with light force, and at the same time not cutting off humans no matter how much effort was put into it.

Even more times, the cut did not drop at all after breaking the steel. Even if soaked in water, the blade was rusty and did not react even if soaked in royal water. When the company's laboratory disarmed what appeared to be a knife safety device, the tanks were doubled per occupant, even though the blade had obviously not arrived. Shortly after that, the knife was shattered and scattered.

The science and technology of today's civilization consists largely of analyzing the technology of the old world. However, even with the wisdom gained by competent researchers in exchange for their lifetime, there are very few techniques for which the principles have been elucidated, and most of them are still being used with little understanding. That's why relics from the old world are traded at high prices. And using it yourself without selling such artifacts is also a flavor of hunters.

Akira didn't have to die thanks to that old world artifact, a very high performance recovery drug. Even Akira's awkward knowledge tells me that selling it would be a lot of money.

However, I did not realize that there was a presence right on my side (by my side) that was not comparable to that degree of artifact.