Rebuild World

Akira is biking towards the nearest battlefield, which is the destination of an emergency request. I had never driven a motorcycle or anything, and although my driving skills were less than amateur, I was getting quite a bit of speed out in the wilderness that was not suitable for driving at high speeds.

Technically, Alpha manipulates and drives Akira's fortified clothing. Its driving skills were very high and it had already completely manipulated the bike it had just received.

Alpha was flying through the air concomitantly on that motorcycle. It was drawn to look exactly like Akira's extended vision. The wind accurately calculates every single movement of the hair, and it just looks like Akira is actually flying.

"This bike is a small, foldable bike, but with wilderness specs, it performs pretty well. It was easy to take over control thanks to the fact that it also had a control device that could work with the information terminal. Akira, you got some good stuff. Well, speaking of greed, if it's for the wilderness, I almost wanted a machine gun on board. '

Akira looks surprised.

"You're putting a machine gun on a motorcycle? I understand the control device. The one that makes driving cars and tanks easier, right?

'That's right. It's not just about driving assistance, it's also about controlling aiming and loading in conjunction with on-board equipment. The controls are important even on motorcycles. To avoid falling asleep, switching to automatic driving and moving on or stopping safely, or automatic balancing with unstable scaffolding, can be a lot of convenience. It depends on the performance of the loaded controls.'

'No, it's not, and you won't be able to put a machine gun on a motorcycle for anything. What are you gonna do with the recoil? "

"Recoil control when moving is not a problem with high-performance controls. It's normal in the old world, and there must still be a lot of hunters using similar features today. If you ask me to use a car or tank, that's it, but we're talking about usage and hobbies."

Akira reinforced her prejudice against the old world a little bit again, imagining the sight of a machine gun mounted on a motorcycle as normal.

'Is that normal in the old world... The more you ask, the scarier the world is. "

"I like the site of such a place, so the hunter is probably right."

"Not at all."

Akira smiled back at Alpha for saying something ironic.

Hurry ahead as you continue to chat in a conversation so as not to bite (or) your tongue with a loud shake. Being able to communicate without a problem is a major advantage of a conversation, even in situations where normal conversation is difficult.

There was only a short distance to the battlefield where we had to take full advantage of its advantages.

Alpha had conceived of Akira's unclear principles of behaviour while combining chatter with Akira and motorcycle driving without any problems.

Akira helped the irrelevant Elena, and she was thanked for it. Once he decided that Elena and the others might be involved in the emergency request he ignored, he took on the emergency request himself on the grounds of Elena and the others' support. And we're on our way to a place where there's probably no Elena and the others.

Alpha can only describe itself as distracted if it is forced to interpret the most appropriate expression in the current situation as a behavioral principle that satisfies this strange or seemingly logically broken behavior. However, I understand that it is not as confusing (kimagu) as decided by coins and dice.

Until he grasps the proper behavioral principles, Alpha continues to observe Akira. I keep trying to understand. To infer, direct, and control the behavior. To manipulate the thought, action, and convenience.

Signs of drifting from one area to another begin to change. Intermittent gunshots and explosions sound, smoke rises, blood odors and meat and metals begin to smell burnt. It's a sign of battlefield.

When Akira looks out for the signs, Alpha's support expands her vision. Part of the vision is enlarged to add supplementary information. There were hunters who continued to engage and monsters who were attacking them.

Akira squeezes her face and switches her consciousness to battle.

"Over there. That's close. '

"Akira, this will be a full-scale battle using fortified clothing. I will also fully support Akira via fortified clothing. From now on, you think I'm going to be operating Akira's fortified clothes all the time. '

'I mean, fortified clothes work on their own, huh?

'That's what I'm talking about. Keep calm no matter what, although you may be confused about a lot of things. Remember that melee training. Basically, it's just like that one. "

Melee training where Alpha was manipulating Akira's fortified clothing to tap (just) the right movement into her body. At that time, Akira remembered the feeling that the distinction had become blurred as to whether she was moving her body in fortified clothing herself or Alpha was moving her body in fortified clothing, as she continued to move her body in line with the movement of fortified clothing. It's a strange feeling like your body was prepending your will and finishing the operation before your will.

"Is that it? Okay. '

"To fight a bunch of monsters efficiently, I manipulate fortified clothing quite forcefully. Just to be clear, you're going to have a lot of strain on your body. If you are unwilling to turn back, eat and bind your teeth and bear with them. Are you ready?

Akira answers with a serious look.

'I'm fine. I'm in charge. "

Laughs as Alpha boosts her mind.

"All right. I'm coming."

While Akira grabs the handle with her left hand, she sets up an AAH assault gun with her right hand alone. Alpha accelerates the motorcycle to its limit via a mastered control device. Keep going through the wilderness at full speed and pack your distance from the battlefield.

Point the muzzle at the monster that was in sight. That was an operation that wasn't even aimed at Busy (Roku), but the aiming correction via Alpha's fortified clothing had been so precisely aimed that I didn't think it would be possible while riding a motorcycle.

Pull the trigger. Countless bullets were fired continuously from the gunpoint, and an equal number of shots rang around. The bullet continued to hit the monster ahead of his sight for nothing. Monsters fall into the wilderness one after the other.

The recoil of a series of shots strikes Akira. Fix your body to the motorcycle with the physical ability of your fortified clothes to prevent it from shaking off the bike. The recoil transmitted to the motorcycle as a result of the act was suppressed by Alpha controlling the rotation of both wheels of the motorcycle. Keep going with the shooting as you drive on the bike. And ran momentously past the side of the monster that knocked him down.

Awesome!

An exclamation was voiced for everything Akira felt. Neither the motorcycle driving skills nor the accuracy of the shooting seemed divine to Akira.

Alpha laughs proudly.

"Looks like you can feel the awesomeness of my support again. Akira. Follow my movements firmly. '

'Oh!'

Akira and the others went straight into the battlefield.

Two trucks are stuck in the wilderness. Around it were bodies of biological monsters and remains of mechanical monsters scattered to surround the truck. A testament to the desperate resistance of the hunters. The resistance continues today.

The large group of monsters that emerged from the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street are basically aiming for the city of Kugamayama in a straight line. The main force of the herd is intercepted by the city's defense forces. This place is far from its main battlefield, so there are few enemies. Just in case, he joined another truck to increase his battle power. The hunters thought so and decided they had enough strength.

But they were unlucky. There were many mechanical monsters with high firepower mixed into the herd of monsters we encountered.

Those mechanical monsters were shaped only to think someone had jokingly designed them, like forcing (doing) a multi-legged, multi-articulated leg to the bottom of a lateral cannon. And with countless legs, he cleverly controlled the recoil of the cannon, shooting out a powerful shell to the truck commensurate with its caliber.

Targeting the shelling was not that accurate. But unluckily, those few shots hit the truck. Even more unluckily, they destroyed the drive system and the control device. Hunters who were deprived of the means of movement were forced to remain on the spot and continue their desperate resistance.

The mechanical monsters managed to retreat because of the desperate response. But the hunters didn't know if they were able to destroy it, retreat it, or just retreated once to replenish the ammunition.

And now, the hunters continued to respond desperately to the rest of the herd. You can't abandon the truck and walk to the city. The truck becomes a shield against attacks from monsters capable of ranged attacks. It would also be a landmark if rescue came. And because the seriously wounded can't move off the spot anymore.

Individuals who are forced to attack them by letting their strong life force say things have been destroyed by concentrating their firepower. Currently engaged with the rest of the herd. Individuals wandering around the track slowly to catch a glimpse of this crevice, or hiding behind a monster's skeleton, continue to fight sporadically as they remain vigilant. That was twitching and shredding the hunters' room.

A hunter guarding the area while hiding himself in the truck was showing his companions the colour of an indelible fatigue.

"How many did you take down?

My buddies are also not seeping fatigue in their faces.

"I didn't count all of them. Still, I should have defeated him quite a bit. Damn. I guess this war history will be properly liquidated?

"Unless the truck's information-gathering equipment or something is broken. If it was broken, it would be a proper headache. That's what it would be like if we could go home alive. What's going on with the rescue?"

"Know what? Officers in the office would have blown up with machine-guy shelling, though. We just have to hope he did his job right before he died."

The hunters had zero (spilled) stupidity to deceive their fears. The stupidity is proof that they can still afford it. But I don't know how long it will last either. There are still a bunch of monsters left around. There is also a fear of enemy reinforcement. We were stopped, and everyone knew that we were in a state of dire poverty, we couldn't afford to strike out.

In the meantime, the hunters, who were vigilant around them, noticed gunshots coming from places other than their own. Vigilant reinforcement of mechanical monsters with firearms to carefully check their direction. Then there was Akira shooting the monster as she spanned (again) onto the motorcycle.

When Akira arrives at her destination, she stops the bike and looks around. Large amounts of flesh pieces and mechanical monster debris from biological monsters are scattered widely around the truck. I also see a lot of monsters still alive.

Akira accidentally smiles at the amount of destroyed monsters.

'That's a lot. This is all I've defeated and you still have it. "

Alpha, on the other hand, has an extra look on her face.

'I guess this is still part of the herd. There's a monster's body rolling on the side of the truck. I wonder if it's a little pause after all that fighting. "

"Is this a small pause? I ran into a lot of monsters on my way here, and how cruel it was when I was fighting flashy. '

"Looks like the hunters here have already cleaned up the troublesome monsters with ranged attacks. Let's keep our distance and get rid of the rest. '

Copy that.

Set up an AAH assault gun while Akira leans across (and over) the motorcycle. Alpha manipulates the fortified clothes to give Akira the optimal posture to take into account the position and weight of the bike.

From the location of the hunters, the bodies and wreckage of destroyed large monsters are a shield, making it difficult to attack the rest of the enemy. But I can snipe from Akira's position without a problem. While riding the bike, set a target for the monsters and pull the trigger.

The bullets were shot out one after the other with extremely advanced precision shooting with Alpha support. Countless bullets land successively on weak points of the monster, such as stiff scale gaps, brittle eyebrows, joints, and strong armor joints. A painful biological monster raises a roar (like this) from severe pain. A mechanical monster that has been destroyed part of the part makes an abnormal noise due to abnormal operation. The monsters who fell into inaction collapse.

Some of the herd began to turn their attack targets from hunters to Akira. Akira was judged more threatening than the hunters.

Akira keeps shooting at the monsters coming towards her, keeping room for distance.

'I'll be here a little bit, but this one can be attacked by biking at a distance. I don't push things to that extent. It's a lot easier than it was with the snails. "

'Cause then the herd also had a mix of more eastern-living monsters. I'll move if they get any closer. I'm riding a motorcycle around the corner, so I'm going to make the most of it. "

Copy that.

Akira continued shooting unilaterally as she continued to keep her distance from the enemy on her motorcycle.

Hunters are making a scene watching Akira engage.

"Rescue!? How many!? Do you have a car?

"Just one!? Anything else!? You're one of the advance troops!?

"Only one child!? What's the joke!?

One hunter puts a gun to the side of a noisy companion. And he sniped the monster that jumped out of the shield trying to chase Akira. A monster with a blown head scattered pieces of flesh and died instantly.

"Don't make a scene, shoot you guys straight! It would be a hit now!

"No, is that kid a rescue!?

"Do you have kids, rescue and shit! It doesn't matter! If you kill the rest of our enemies and we don't have to die, what do you know?

When they heard the shouting, the others hurriedly began shooting.

The hunters will cover Akira. Then Akira's positioning effect also allowed either Akira or the hunters to invariably attack the monsters.

Hunters shoot individuals who jumped out of the shield after Akira traveling on a motorcycle. Akira shoots an individual from behind trying to attack the hunters. Monsters who find themselves in a situation like an anomalous pinch are defeated one after another.

Sometimes the hunters originally had high firepower, and the surrounding monsters were unnecessarily wiped out.

One of the hunters greeted Akira as Akira headed under (originally) the truck.

The man looked up at Akira and showed a little surprise that whoever helped them was a child, but he didn't look light-hearted. Age has nothing to do with hunter operation. At least he thought anyone who cared about the age of appearance was an amateur.

There are quite a few people who pretend to be children to keep their opponents alert. Some people prefer to use a youthful form of appearance, while others are skilled in using medicines made in the old world to maintain a youthful appearance. And hunters like that are mostly powerful people. The man had decided that Akira was one of its kind because of Akira's motorcycle driving skills and the accuracy of the shooting.

"Thanks to you for saving me. Rescue hunter...... So that's good, right?

"Oh. I've been getting urgent requests"

"Right. I'm sorry, but if there's any kind of recovery drug, sell it. There are serious injuries."

Several injuries were lying on the truck's carrier. A lot of blood is flowing on the floor of the carrier, conveying the cruelty of the bleeding. In the corner of the carrier a body bag containing the contents had already been put to sleep for five people.

Akira unloaded her rucksack and took a box of recovery pills from inside and gave it to the man. I got it at the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street and left it unsold.

When the man saw the recovery drug he was given, he made his expression slightly more harsh. Because I knew this was a pretty expensive product.

Buying and selling healing pills on the battlefield is mostly more expensive than usual. Because if you sell it to someone, you won't be able to use it for yourself. In harsh circumstances, it is tantamount to cutting off one's own life. The fear of not being able to pay the amount to convince the other person clouded the man's expression.

"... you've got some pretty good stuff. Uh, I'm sorry..."

Akira blocks a man from trying to start bad discount negotiations for minutes.

"Negotiate the price later. Even if it sucks. I'm here to help, but I don't think it's a good idea that the helpful ones won't."

"Sorry. That helps."

After thanking Akira, the man immediately began treating his companions. Drink some from the mouth, some unseal the capsule and administer directly to the injured area. Hunters who are given healing medication directly to the wound raise their voices of distress (kung fu) over further severe pain.

"Be patient. Now you don't have to die."

The man who knew the efficacy went on to treat him without worrying.

Another man stuffs over to Akira and asks.

"Hey, are you the only one who came to the rescue? Isn't there anyone else?

Akira hesitated a little to respond, but she answered calmly, thinking that she could not help but remain silent or vomit a lie.

"I just got an emergency request nearby. We don't even know if the other hunters are being dispatched."

"... right"

Akira's disappointment was milder than she expected. Akira was a little surprised by the matter and a little impressed at the same time.

'You're not upset at all that rescue was the only kid like this. Awesome. "

Smile as Alpha agrees.

'I guess it's not the kind of soft mental power that upsets me to the point where I'm a little dying. So you're not like a bunch of hunters. Akira needs to be apprenticed, too, right?

"Right."

Akira asks the man.

"Can't you ask the hunter's office staff about the rescue situation?

"He's dead. Eat cannon monster shelling. Did you come here to say that the emergency request itself died after you did it? It's unfortunate that the person you requested is dead."

"Why can't I travel from here on my own?

"Because that cannoned monster attack broke the truck. There's no way you can fix a truck while a monster hits you, and there's no one who can fix it in the first place. I was hoping to get back in the rescue truck or have the truck towed..."

Akira also smiled back bitterly at the man who smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry. I just got here early on a motorcycle, but it's a lot faster than I originally planned. If I was bad, I could have run and been here. Think you've got a little bit of it. Just be patient."

"Good for you. We still have our luck."

The man laughed thinking Akira's story was a joke. Akira noticed that too, but didn't point it out. Because I think it's probably a joke, even if I'm in their shoes.