Rebuild World

Akira was taking a break on the side of the truck (by the side) with the hunters to be rescued. I think so.

"Alpha. Speaking of which, what happens to this urgent request?

"The purpose of the emergency request is to defend the city. Probably won't be over until we get rid of the cause. According to the battlefield, even if there are additional support units here, we can think of sending the wounded back to the city and the rest elsewhere."

"You mean it depends on the battlefield"

Alpha laughs slightly.

"Especially since Akira already paid for the bike in advance, at least for that amount."

Akira looks slightly surprised.

'I think I saved our predicament here for once, but isn't that enough for the bike reward yet?

"Unfortunately, it's not me or Akira who decides that."

'Sure. I don't have enough activity, so I need to pay the difference and make sure they don't say anything.'

The truck is inoperable under enemy fire, but the anti-foe device on board remained intact. There is no need to worry about surprise attacks as the hunters are taking turns keeping an eye on their surroundings using that enemy device. Akira also rested her mind and continued to chat with Alpha.

The hunter on the lookout speaks up.

"There's been a reaction! It's two o'clock!

Tension on the ground increases at once. A rookie monster? Or (is there) a rescue unit? Both Akira and the hunters look in the direction of their reactions with anticipation and anxiety on their faces.

A man near Akira peeked into his binoculars as he prayed. And I changed that look into something bitter. I didn't get a prayer. What I saw ahead was a bunch of familiar mechanical monsters. I throw up my face and throw up.

"That's them again!

"Who are those guys?

"It's a mechanical monster that destroyed the truck. I chased him back once, but he didn't run away, he went to replenish the bullets."

A flock of machines comprised of insect-like legged cannons and self-propelled large magazine barns is looming. Akira also found it a little late, which made her expression quite rugged.

Alpha puts in a supplement.

'That's called Cannon Insect. Probably manufactured in a weapons factory or something that's been in operation since the old world. Multiple tank cannons are attached to a multi-legged moving device with a machine gun, and the moving device is the main unit. Although there are individual differences, the attack power is like the cannon of a tank. There's only a small amount of ammunition in the fuselage, not a small amount of artillery. But it seems to be replenishing from the supplying fuselage that accompanies it. "

"If you made it at the weapons factory, why are you looking a little wormy?

"Maybe the factory management terminal loaded some weird data due to a malfunction, or (there is) something weird to make and play with because I have a lot of time."

'What's free..., is that why?

Asked why it was a little unexpected, Akira looked a little subtle as a feeling.

Cannon Insect and the others are armed differently from individual to individual. Some airframes have large-calibre cannons, as in jokes, while others have countless extremely thin cannons. There are many differences in the size of the mobile device and the number of multiple legs.

But I had control as a weapon. When all of them stop approaching at a certain distance from the truck, the Cannon Insect and the others cleverly tilt the entire body with multiple legs to start shelling from the spot.

The shells fired along with the roar fall around the truck. Soil smoke is rolled up around the landing point and the bodies and wreckage of the surrounding monsters are also blown together.

The hunters also begin to fight back, but were forced to a considerable disadvantage in relation to each other's effective range.

"I don't want to keep my distance. I was a little closer before..."

The Cannon Insects continue to shell from exquisite distances. By sacrificing the hit rate, he continued to maintain a unilaterally attackable distance. The hunters also realized that they could not expect to run out of ammo due to the number of supply fuselages that accompanied them.

Alpha points a slightly more rugged face at Akira.

"Akira, I'll make sure. Akira, you're not running away on your own, are you?

Akira gives a rugged look, but answers clearly.

"Not until I'm the last one."

Then we'll have to get closer to the enemy. I support it, but even AAH assault guns need to be close enough to deal enough damage to their enemies, so they're going to be strong on Akira. Whether the muscle fiber breaks a thousand times due to the load or a crack in the bone, take restorative medicine first so that it is treated immediately. Otherwise, Akira's body won't have enough tea. That's the next best thing you can do. Are you ready?

Seeing Alpha pushing caution with a serious look, Akira was remembering training in fortified clothing. When I was forced to run (do) with fortified clothing, I was unable to move (bulk) temporarily due to fatigue and severe pain.

I'm pretty sure I can force a load beyond that. With that in mind, take the healing pills out of the rucksack. And I swallowed it in large quantities, ready.

Alpha exhales lightly. And smile hard and invincible.

Looks like you're ready.

Akira also laughs invincibly and returns it.

'Cause I'm in charge.'

When Akira is ready to cross (again) onto the bike, she calls out to a man nearby.

"They're coming close and attacking me. Cover me appropriately."

The man gave a look of surprise, but he didn't stop because it was obvious that the situation would only get worse as it was. Offer to accompany him with a serious face instead.

"Are you okay on your own?

"I'm the only one with a motorcycle. I think it's better not to act badly together. If the target is dispersed, the enemy's attack should be a little dispersed. You wouldn't hit that if you were constantly moving to it.... maybe. Well, then, I'll need backup."

That's what Akira said and ran off on a motorcycle.

The hunters who dropped Akira off in various chests soon move on to action as well.

"We're gonna spread out and get close! Get the wounded off the carrier so the truck can be a shield! Don't let a grenade hold your bullet!

As the shells poured, the hunters were also prepared to pack the distance from the Cannon Insects on foot.

Akira bikes through the wilderness for the Cannon Insects. It speeds up what may seem reckless and accelerates even further.

The area is littered with monster debris, flesh pieces, etc. It is a dangerous evil path where even wilderness spec tires can fall out of shape at once if they pass over a place of muddy (wet) parts and flesh. It breaks through there with advanced driving techniques that can also be called Alpha anomalies.

Place an AAH assault gun and pull the trigger without stopping from the shaky body. Once hit, it returns a light bullet. Mechanical monsters such as Cannon Insect are basically many sturdy individuals. Plus shooting from outside the active range. It was a natural result.

Still, when attacked, some of the herds change their target from Hunters to Akira. An individual who is forced to (do) support a cannon that occupies the majority of the fuselage with multiple legs aligns the cannon aiming towards Akira for each body. Then, the recoil rocked the giant and sounded a roar, firing a shell.

The shell landed about ten meters from Akira to the side. Flesh pieces and metal pieces scattered around the vicinity of the landing point are blown up and scattered around.

Immediate death is inevitable if hit directly. Akira sweats cold when she feels its power on her skin.

'It's quite off, and you're okay!? You're not gonna hit me, are you?

"The accuracy of the enemy's aiming is pretty bad because of the mismatch in the size of the shell. It must be because it was manufactured with weird data. So it won't be that easy."

'Right!

Akira rejoiced. But the explanations that follow quickly ruin it.

"But because of the high degree of randomness, ballistics are difficult to predict, so it's difficult to accurately spot ballistics. Even with my high performance, I can't guarantee you'll never hit it. Luck after that."

Akira accidentally distorts her face.

'Don't be ominous! I guess I ran out of the rest of my luck!?

'Pray you are to a degree unlucky that you can deal with with with with my support. Besides, what Akira is seeing now is because of Akira's choice, right? Luck doesn't matter. "

'Right! If my luck has nothing to do with it, it's because of the quality of Alpha's support!

When Akira laughed at herself and replied so, Alpha laughed invincibly.

'Is that what you're saying? Then we need to improve the quality of support in order to further reduce the rate of bullets. Good luck.'

'What do you mean…'

Alpha travels serpentine after further accelerating the bike in order to drive the enemy mad. Because of this, the burden on Akira was further increased.

I wish I hadn't said anything extra. With that in mind, Akira seeped no regret in her rugged expression, eating and tying her teeth to withstand the load.

The Cannon Insects begin to react clearly to Akira, who rapidly packs the distance while shooting. More and more individuals switch their attack targets to Akira, and the amount of shells pouring around Akira also increases.

When further distance was packed, the Cannon Insects stopped the curve and started targeting Akira directly. Horizontally fired giant shells scratch (or disturb) the atmosphere and run about a meter past Akira's side.

The sound of a shell penetrating the universe reaches your ear, and the air that is pushed out by the shell into waves is transmitted to your skin. Akira ate and bound her teeth and chewed.

At a point close enough to the Cannon Insect and the others, Alpha giggles invincibly and gives instructions.

'It's a little tight! Bear with it!'

'Okay, I get it!

Akira answered with a laugh as she abandoned herself.

Alpha tries to switch the direction of motorcycle travel almost at right angles. To resist (oh) strong inertia due to rapid deceleration, tilt the body to the condition immediately before the fall. Support the overall load while scraping the ground with the left leg of the reinforced garment. Keep the bike forcefully grounded by pushing the bike to the ground with your right leg, tilting the bike too far and the two wheels are about to empty. Implement it with exquisite force application and subtraction so as to achieve a rapid deceleration while preventing a complete fall.

Shoot the AAH assault gun toward the cannon inserts over the inclined body. Secure your arms and transmit the recoil of the shooting to the motorcycle, utilizing it to maintain and accelerate the body's posture.

Akira had an intense load on her. The bone breaks. The muscle fibers cut a thousand pieces after another. Pre-taken healing medication begins to treat the damage. Additional loads will be applied before completing treatment, and injuries and healing will be repeated on a cellular basis. Akira had endured that severe pain.

Cannon inserts simultaneously point their guns at motorcycles that have rapidly slowed down their travel speeds in order to change direction. Shortly before the shell was fired from its mouth, the motorcycle, which had slowed down sufficiently, grabbed (or grabbed) the ground firmly with both wheels and moved and accelerated the body directly and laterally at once. Countless shells pass where Akira was until a moment ago. Akira rushes across the side at once as she continues to fire from the body of the vehicle as it leans.

There are no swivel turrets in the cannon insect. The whole body needs to be targeted because of that. Akira continued to fire countless bullets into the enemy until the enemy re-targeted it.

Countless bullets strike directly at the supply fuselage that accompanies the Cannon Insects. If we destroy the replenishment fuselage for ammunition first, the cannon inserts that have used up only a few remnants of the fuselage will only become stiff. Destroy it with the highest priority.

Countless bullets are shot into the weak spots of mechanical monsters with precision shooting by Alpha. The torn fuselage of the joint part of the multileg continues to roll over. A replenishing machine, similar in shape to a magazine, is hit and detonated, involving surrounding individuals and blown away.

Cannon Insect and the others move their multilegs cleverly and point the cannon back at Akira with a speed that is not commensurate with its appearance. And shell simultaneously. A large number of shells passed directly next to Akira and landed one after the other to blow up a strip.

Akira's expression is greatly distorted (boiled) by the severe pain in her body and the blast of shells.

"Alpha! That was pretty dangerous!?

"I didn't have to hit it because I was impotent. Is that all right? More than that, is your left foot okay?

It hurts so bad. If I do the same thing again, my legs are going to break. '

Then I'll have to do it on my right leg.

'Is there no way not to do the same thing!?

'I do. You just have to buy a bigger, higher-performance gun so you don't have to be such a loser. Now that we have the fortified clothes, Akira can equip herself with that gun.'

'I mean, you can't do it now!?

Alpha smiles back at Akira, who looks disgusted.

'Of course (of course) I intend to avoid it whenever possible, but I will if I have to. It was Akira who chose that situation, wasn't it? I'm not going to cry now. "

'Okay!

I don't regret the choice, but what hurts hurts. Akira replied, abandoning herself to deceive the pain with momentum.

Akira continued to defeat the enemy's ammunition replenishment fuselage as she continued to bike afterwards. It's hard to destroy a sturdy cannon insect with an AAH assault gun. However, it managed to work with relatively brittle resupply fuselages.

A large magazine with legs is about to be attached to the rear of the cannon insert (to replenish shells). When Akira noticed it and fired with the replenisher in mind, shells from the magazine detonated and destroyed every cannon insect. Akira gets in a good mood for the achievement.

"Good! Next! You're losing a lot!

"It's going well. The other hunters seem to be working hard, and if we keep this up, we can win. '

When the number of supply fuselages that accompany the Cannon Insect and others decreases, the enemy's shelling pressure also weakens. The hunters had already finished packing the distance and participated in the attack. Essentially, all firepower is beyond Akira. The number of enemies was rapidly decreasing.

Ultimately, Cannon Insect and the others were defeated by all the supply fuselages, making it impossible to replenish shells, and only became stiff. The hunters crush those targets to clear up their previous depression. All Cannon Insects turned into Iron Crumbs and the battle ended gradually.

Akira exhales heavily after experiencing a sudden feeling of fatigue.

'... it's finally over. I can handle it, but I'm sorry to fight while avoiding shells. "

'I would have struggled harder if it weren't for the bike. I knew it was too early for Akira.'

"Gear? Strength? '

"Both. Not so much everything."

"... get fortified clothes and get Alpha to support me awesome, and still I'm still to this extent"

Get fortified clothes and improve your power at once. way up. Akira was moaning a little as she seemed to get a tight wasting where she thought she was.

Alpha laughs and encourages Akira.

'If you can be strong overnight, no one will have a hard time. Let's keep up the good work'

Akira also regains her mind and laughs lightly.

'Right. Do we have to work hard? Let's do our best.... what will happen to this reward later. That's all I did. I just want to hope, but I don't know what's gonna happen.'

"You'll take a bath in a boulder. Take your time off today. '

'That's right. Let's do that.'

The hunter who was back ahead greets Akira, who took a short break and then returned to the truck.

"It's a big deal. I thought it was just a decoy because AAH assault guns are the only way to go."

It's a famous gun.

When Akira answers that somehow, she gets a look like the man was convinced by it.

"Maybe you're an AAH enthusiast? Could that gun be a modification, too?

"Hobbyist? Well, I use it regularly. I bought a gun from a store I knew, so I didn't make any modifications."

"Then maybe the shopkeeper is an AAH enthusiast and is silently selling the modifications. That's how AAH enthusiasts get more fans of AAH assault guns. Well, no wonder there are more AAH enthusiasts if hunters like you love it. That's why they call it a famous gun."

Akira seems a little strange without knowing why the man was convinced.

"Alpha. What's an AAH enthusiast?

"I think you mean someone who loves AAH assault guns."

"No, well, I guess so."

'If you're curious, find out for yourself later. It's training too. "

'... ok'

As Akira remembers the subtle sprouts, another hunter approaches. And it's a little hard to say. Then I start asking Akira.

"I'm sorry, but there's been another injury. We're running out of healing pills. If you can afford it that way, could you sell it a little more?

"Okay. There must still have been..."

Akira puts the gun down and unloads the rucksack. And I took the recovery pills from inside and tried to give them to a box of hunters.

That's when the biggest bad luck hit Akira today. A monster on Akira's side suddenly struck.

It was a relatively large biological monster, an individual who had reached the side (buckwheat) of the truck with a strong life force and no bullets. And they've fallen before, eating a strong attack.

The hunters decided that they had killed that monster, but they were actually just passing out. During the fighting, precisely in the midst of being attacked at close range now, there was no room for a whole series of confirmations of the survival of countless monsters, and the individual was left unconscious.

The regained consciousness monster was immediately attacked by the nearest human being according to his instincts. That was Akira by chance.

Akira tries to fight back with a gun, realizes she doesn't have a gun, and thinks about hurrying up and picking up the gun she put on the ground to fight back. The extra thought further delays the operation.

Akira's reaction continued to lag fatally. The monster with the big mouth was already looming in front of him.

(We can't make it! Die!)

In a slow world, Akira understood her own death.

At the next moment, Akira's fortified clothes moved out on their own. Your whole body moves around with your left foot axially and your right leg jumps at the same time. Reinforced clothing had increased the output as far as possible, disregarding user safety. Its physical abilities had reached the realm of the Superman only for a moment.

Akira's upper-right kick is tapped into the head of the monster in front of her with the power to blow it away as gently as the rubble.

But with all that shock, the monster didn't die. It was just a little rough, disfigured but never collapsed, and I just stopped the movement with the shock transmitted to my head.

During that slight gap, Akira's body picked up the AAH assault gun on its own. At the same time Akira's consciousness, which was confusing, recovers. Push the muzzle into the mouth of the monster without watermark to pull the trigger and fire it in series. A bullet fired out of his mouth keeps landing from the inside on the head of the monster.

Still, the monster did not die instantly. But the fatal wounds arrived. The giant collapsed as he continued to shoot with the momentum to empty the magazine. And it stopped working again.

Akira repeatedly breathes rough.

"Hey, it's Alpha that just moved it, right?

'That's right. Hurry up and treat your fortified clothes before they stop.'

"Stop? Is it broken?

"I almost ran out of energy left in my fortified clothes. Consumption efficiency sucks, but I've only raised my physical abilities above my limit for a moment. Otherwise, there was nothing I could do. The fortified clothes might be out of order because I couldn't do it. We'll have to look into that later."

Akira sits back. There is pain running all over my body. I have severe pain, especially from my right leg.

"... Is your right leg broken?"

"We have hardened the fortified clothing to the extent possible, but it is not originally intended for armoured purposes, so there are limitations. You won't be able to walk home unless you treat your legs quickly. Hurry up. '

Akira manages to take the recovery pills out of the rucksack.

'You should drink it normally, right? Because it's broken, I don't like cutting meat and spraying it on my bones.'

"When there's really nothing you can do, you have to do that, right? Now all you have to do is fix the broken bone deviation and then take a healing pill. It will take some time, but it will be fine now. Should I fix the bone deviation, too?

'... please'

Akira's hands started to move on their own and grabbed her right leg. He then began to forcefully fix the misalignment of the broken bones over the reinforced clothes, which partially stopped the function and restored softness during attachment and removal.

Akira endured the severe pain by eating and tying her teeth. Later I threw all the rest in the box of recovery pills into my mouth. I remembered the feeling of a therapeutic nanomachine gathering in my right leg as the analgesic action of the healing pill relieved the pain.

I have eyes for an earlier man where I crushed an empty box. Checking inside the rucksack, there were considerably fewer recovery pills. Pretty lost, then took one box and gave it to the man, who received it once and then returned it to Akira. And I laugh lightly in front of Akira, who looks strange.

"You can't take it until you make a meritorious man look like that. I've already received a box."

"Is that good?

"Oh. The wounded are not seriously injured. You stay calm, you'll be fine."

The hunters rush over in a hurry when they hear the gunshots, so a man screams and tells them the situation.

"There were monsters still alive just passing out! If you find the one with the safe head, punch it in a few shots just in case!

The other hunters rush to begin their vigilance. It took me a little while to relax because I thought the battle was over once, including Akira.

The hunters, who had left the Cannon Insect raid, were again awaiting rescue.

Akira was taking a break because of her injuries. The other hunters remain on perimeter alert. I have no complaints about Akira, who is resting only one person, because they acknowledge Akira's work.

Akira was preparing for the next battle. I don't want to think there will be another battle, but the world doesn't consider Akira's hopes, etc. Then I'll have to be prepared.

Replace the power source energy pack before the reinforced garment becomes just heavy garment. Replace the magazine of the AAH assault gun to maximize the number of loads. Attach a spare magazine to your body. By the time I was ready for those, the healing of both legs was also largely over. Now we can fight again.

Akira peeks into the rucksack and exhales somewhat heavily. There were only a few spare ammunition and recovery pills left.

'... I've lost it. I need to refill my ammo properly when I get home.... Rewards, get out right?

Alpha laughs and energizes Akira

'I don't know some of those motorcycles, but I don't think the reward for fighting this hard on the boulders is enough. It's okay. Don't worry.'

'Really? You're right.'

Akira was compelled to do so. I remember being told that we weren't the ones determining the amount of the reward, but we decided to forget that. Because it's easier.

When the sun began to set, the long-awaited rescue arrived under the hunters.

Rescue forces are beginning to prepare to tow an impassable truck back to the city. As Akira crossed (again) onto the bike and waited for the end of the work, Kibayashi waved gently in a rather good mood.

"Hey whoa! He's alive! I asked the others. I hear you've been very impotent. Honestly, I thought you were absolutely dead, but my eyesight's getting suspicious, too. But you were only right to be a reckless hunter."

Akira, who was told with pleasure that she was absolutely dead, smiled slightly. However, I can also agree with Kibayashi's opinion, so I stayed to give him a slightly grumpy attitude.

"... the bike was very helpful, so I'll thank you for that."

"Good for you. I gave you a motorcycle. That was worth it. If it helped you recklessly, it would have been even more."

"That's right. What's the situation with the emergency request I got, it's over? Until they get back to the city?

"Oh. You did. Wait a minute."

Kibayashi retrieves and operates the information terminal.

"All right. I've completed the process of completing your emergency request. You can do whatever you want now."

"Is that the end? Don't you have to escort them or something until you get home?

"Oh. We came here as another rescue request. The city's defensemen eliminated the hordes of monsters that emerged from the ruins of Kuzsuhara Street. The emergency request has already been completed. Now that we've done our errands, we can afford to hire personnel to rescue other hunters."

"Oh, you know what?"

"What can I do to get this rescue request? If you're gonna take it, I'm gonna go through the process here, okay?

Akira shakes her neck sideways with a tired face.

"... No, I'll go home first if I'm done with the request I received. I've consumed a lot of ammunition, and above all, I'm tired."

"That's too bad. I thought I'd see your recklessness up close if there was anything else on the way home."

"... give me a break. Then I'll go home."

"Take care and go home, okay? When you die, you die flashy, impotent, reckless. I don't give a shit. I'm not gonna die of a mistake."

Akira exhaled softly, feeling more tired from the rather upbeat attitude of Kibayashi. And we biked one foot to the city.

Another official comes to report to Kibayashi, who pleasantly dropped Akira off.

"Mr. Kibayashi. Data migration of data for war history assessment is complete. Damage to the destroyed truck was biased against the drive system, so the data collection itself seemed to have been done relatively fine. However, it contained some strange data…"

"Weird data?

"I don't know what, one of the hunters is acting weird, or unscrupulous (mucky), or mixed data with no thump jumping into a bunch of monsters on his own and fighting. Could be a malfunction of the equipment."

Kibayashi blew out when I heard the report. Giving instructions with a laugh of fun.

"Listen to the other hunters and see if it's false data. No, I'll listen around. Don't turn it off on your own, judging it to be false data, okay? Yeah, send that data to me, too. I'll check with you later. I'll talk to the other hunters on the cargo deck, so you can leave the unit as soon as you're ready to move."

"Okay."

Officials are returning to prepare for the move. Kibayashi whines with pleasure.

"... Was he violent enough to suspect a data anomaly? Nice! Such a good living hunter for a long time!

Kibayashi was in a good mood everywhere.