Rebuild World

Akira is working in her garage to train. The garage is quite large because it was expanded (for) the large vehicle purchased. And the vehicle is currently being put out for repair, so it's big enough for training.

But what is in Akira's sight is not the sight of the garage. It shows the kind of space you cut and brought inside the facility. Akira ran through the space and continued to outrun Alpha's onslaught.

When the trigger is pulled for Alpha with an SSB compound gun that is not loaded with a magazine, the fired fictional bullet flies through the universe according to extremely high precision ballistic calculations. Alpha hides behind a wall that doesn't exist and tries to kill Akira from wall to wall with a blade of visual information alone.

Akira jumped back and forth. But the aftermath of the battle caught my leg in the rubble that was scattered all over the floor. A portion of the reinforcing clothing is fixed in accordance with the contact determination. At the next moment, when he was greatly disfigured because of the act, he was shot through the forehead by Alpha, who came out from behind the wall. Akira's body, heavily damaged to the head, rolled to the floor.

Akira looked down at her body and exhaled. And zero (spill) dissatisfaction while not seeping a mild aversion to the expression.

"... now didn't you hold it for ten seconds? Alpha. I'm not asking you to cut back, but can't you just loosen your enemy's assumptions a little bit more or adjust so I don't just get kicked in the fight?

It appeared in front of Akira like Alpha, who was in a remote wall position, made an instant move. He is wearing overexposed combat clothing in the old world style, and his current senses show the valley of his chest, parts of his hips, and sides and crevices from exposed areas where his functionality is doubtful. I have blades and guns in both hands that attacked Akira earlier. The blade's body was thinly and slightly luminescent, and the gun had an output that shot out light in addition to the muzzle for live ammunition.

Smile as Alpha embarrasses Akira.

'No, you can't. You're still tweaking a lot of things, aren't you? Good luck with that.'

"I'm doing it, but I feel like it's already up to my luck, depending on the enemy's arming and initial position settings. You need for my training right now, like the assumption that the enemy is armed with a blade that can rip every wall from that distance and attack?

Akira was looking a little surprised. Then the alpha smiled a little bit.

"Even if it depends on your luck, if it's Akira's luck, I think it's the right setting, right? Anyway, you just actually fought that armed enemy. As far as I'm concerned, I think you'd better get the strength to deal with that bad luck as soon as possible. '

"... well, maybe so."

Akira skews her face when she hears the evidence with a practical example. It was a complex look, like I was half convinced, unconvinced in another way.

"In the meantime, it was a lot of mess and why don't you put it back?

"Okay."

What was displayed extensively for training disappears from Akira's sight. Akira's body rolling on the floor or traces of blood splashing around it. Walls and passages that were turning the garage into a close-range combat training ground. Holes and wreckages in the walls that collapsed in the aftermath of the battle. Bullet marks on floors and walls. When all of them disappeared, the sight of a spacious garage returned to Akira's view.

"But this training is handy. Shooting bullets however you like doesn't mean you're actually shooting them, so it doesn't cost ammo either. You can shoot expensive bullets all you want. Wouldn't this have been something you should have been training like this for a long time?

"So much for Akira to experience natural action with feedback from the fortified garments, that's all I need for high-performance fortified garments in order (to) precisely manipulate each part of the fortified garments. Thanks to the previous replacement of fortified clothing, the performance was quite satisfactory around here. Halfway through the performance, it's impossible to do it from the beginning because it's also appropriate to determine the recoil of a shooting or the impact of a wall that is being reproduced in the control of fortified clothing."

"Oh really? It was worth the money to pay for the new equipment."

Akira was convinced by that. Alpha smiles as usual.

Alpha's explanation is not incorrect. But there are a lot of important parts missing and incomplete. The most important element that makes this training possible is the proprietary and optimized communication area connecting Akira to Alpha, which enables the transmission and reception of fine and massive amounts of information.

Akira was able to evade the attack from Alpha, which was supposed to be behind the wall and invisible, also because in reality she felt something to call a sign. I didn't read through Alpha's behavior and dodge it. The vast amount of information needed to make the survey work. Something that is also difficult to perceive like noise flying across reality. Akira had perceived them in this virtual training, just like reality.

This means that Akira will be able to physically touch an alpha that doesn't exist. And at the same time, it means that the nonexistent alpha will be able to reach Akira's neck. Like a ghost, strangling a person.

"Alpha. I'm a little tired. Can we take a break?

'Fine. If anything, do you want me to finish today?

"Right...... I'll think about it after a little rest."

Akira thinks the fatigue caused by the load of traffic is due to training tensions. We also train to compress physical time naturally, so I never noticed a slightly overly tired abnormality from the time of training.

A call request came from Cheryl during the break. When Akira tries to manipulate the information terminal to get it, Alpha pinches her mouth.

"You don't have to use the information terminal once, if you tell me, I'll relay it, okay?

"It's fine. If you get too used to it, the idea of using an information device is going to disappear. We need to use it to keep out the bad stuff."

"If you're going to completely deceive me, maybe Akira should buy some kind of information device to embed in her head, too."

"No, that's a little, I don't like anything. At least you're an EEG controlled external type. But it seems like they're getting a lot of brainwave readings... now? They've been watching us for at least 24 hours."

When Akira turns her gaze slightly toward Alpha, Alpha also returns a profound smile (cheeky) that sounds like a prank.

'Don't worry. I have a strong mouth. "

"Thank you."

Akira also returned an extra grin. Akira had already reopened in a way.

On the contrary, Alpha was deeply surprised by Akira's attitude. But it was never on the table.

Akira is biking through the wilderness aiming for where Cheryl contacted her. Alpha flying on that side (buckwheat) makes me wonder.

"Still, are you going out (on purpose) to stop training and get another training?

'That's good. I'm getting tired of keeping getting kicked, too. It'll change your mood, and I'm interested in talking about Cheryl. Besides, I thought you said you could finish your training with Alpha today.

"But even if we resume training with Elio and the others now, I think it's subtle if it's going to be good training for Akira, right?

"Well, that depends on how true Cheryl's story is."

Cheryl contacted me after interrupting training in my garage. If you're free, I want you to go with Elio and his training. When Akira was interested in hearing more about the training, she decided to cut up the training at home and accompany Elio and the others in their training.

Upon arrival at a designated location in the wilderness, there were several large trailers parked there, near which Elios and the others were splitting into enemy allies for mock warfare. Cheryl and the backpackers were watching the training.

When Akira stopped the bike near the trailer and joined Cheryl and the others, Cheryl, who was dressed for the relatively wilderness, laughed happily and welcomed Akira.

"Akira. Thank you for your sudden invitation today. Sit down."

"Never mind. That sounded like an interesting story."

A man in his back greets Akira lovingly.

"Master Akira, right? My name is Yodogawa and I am a pilot. Thank you very much, Cheryl, for joining us in testing the performance of our comprehensive support enhancement clothing."

"Uh, yes"

Cheryl pinches his mouth in response to Akira sending Cheryl a glimpse that she might want to explain a lot.

"Mr. Yodogawa. I need to talk to Akira first, so in the meantime, please prepare Elio and the others."

"Okay. Bye."

Yodogawa met and went inside the trailer.

Cheryl stops by Akira's side (buckwheat), takes her hand and stares at Akira.

"Nevertheless, it's been a while. It's good to see you again."

"Hmm? Didn't I see you that much?

Continue in a tone that Cheryl seems a little lonely to Akira, who seems to wonder.

"... as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to see you every day"

"I can't do that. I'm not that free either."

I wear it somewhat exaggerated, but I don't lie about Cheryl's attitude. Akira responded with the usual attitude to Cheryl's appearance, which delighted her with a temporary encounter with her lover and missed her days. It returns a cruel and less interested attitude to the gripping hand and the scorching eye.

Neither the tricks that confound many, nor the words that attract them, nor the expressions that favor them, can be understood only by those who want to. Cheryl was a little heartbroken to be shown that reality again.

"What's wrong with you?

"... no, it's nothing. But if you're free, you'll be happy to show your face."

"Oh, well, if you're free."

Cheryl smiles hard. I'm not hated for the moment. I have a good relationship to the point that if I have time to call you suddenly, you can come. Supported it, dampened my mind trying to be pessimistic in vain.

Cheryl explains a lot to Akira again.

In return for Cheryl and the others losing their anti-horses behind bars, Inabe offered Cheryl and the others an improved quality and quantity of artifacts to wholesale.

Even though Akira is the warrior back of Cheryl and the others, it doesn't mean that she resides in Cheryl's stronghold. Basically a deterrent for retaliatory purposes, not a direct defense. It was also stolen as an inabe, more than it was flowing expensive artifacts into a store in Slam Street, so I'm sorry it wasn't taken.

So Inabe put Cheryl and the others in front of his own legend to test the start-ups' new products in action and monitor the products. They're all merchandise to sell to the city's defense forces. It doesn't seem to be useful in areas of danger to the extent of Slam Street.

Though he talks to Slam Street inmates like Sijima and the others, Cheryl and the others are clearly weak, with the exception of Akira, who is slight. Because of the fact that we are squeezing inmate subscribers into children, even if we increase the number of people, we will not gain that much fighting power. Moreover, it is time for the security of the increased territory to proceed in earnest. It was also urgent for Cheryl and the others to boost their power.

In that circumstance Inabe's proposal was a ship over the road. Cheryl and the others won't have to pay for it because we have a product monitor for the equipment under development in advance.

Akira, who was listening to those stories with interest, remembers a mild question.

"When you get Elio and his gear together, won't the snails complain?

"I did get told. That's under adjustment. Don't worry. Mr. Katsuragi is an introduction from Akira, and I am not going to work out of step because I have taken care of a lot of things. Reinforced clothing is out of Ms. Katsuragi's product, and it's okay."

"Hmm. Well, do as you please there. Still, fortified clothes? Something about enhanced general support clothing."

That's where Yodogawa comes back. And the man I came with listens to Akira and joins the story.

"Are you interested in General Support Enhanced Clothing! Be sure to consider purchasing! This new generation of fortified clothing we confidently recommend!

"Oh, really?"

Tabata raps hot against Akira, who is slightly pushed.

"Excuse me. I'm Tabata. I am the technical head of this General Assistance Enhancement Clothing, precisely its General Assistance System, and System Name Kingsmith. It is also involved in the design and development of fortified clothing, which presupposes the use of its comprehensive support system. For the purpose of operating the next generation beyond the boundaries of fortified clothing…"

Yodogawa pinches his mouth to stop a story that seems to last a long time if left alone.

"Tabata, if you're a salesman, I'll do it, so get ready for the exam."

"Oh, excuse me. Dear Akira, Please cooperate by linking the firearms, etc. used with this test system in order to calculate the hitting judgment, etc. If you have a targeter that can interact with information-gathering equipment, it's fine with most products. In the case of impossible products, have them use the adjusted guns provided here. What do you want to do? Do you want to use the guns we've prepared here since the beginning?

"Well, make sure you're okay with my gun for once."

"Okay. Then come here."

Akira is taken by Tabata into the trailer. The interior, which was messy with all kinds of equipment, had a unique atmosphere like a mix of laboratories and maintenance fields.

The aimer incorporated into Akira's SSB compound gun was compatible with the support system. After a brief co-ordination adjustment has been made, he receives a description of the fictional bullet to be used in the training, and then begins fine-tuning ballistics and the like aimed at the target shown on the display device that was piled in the vehicle. Short-range and long-range targets are randomly displayed. Aim for it firmly and pull the trigger. Akira tilted her neck after the hit decision was repeated.

"... the last one, I got a hit decision, but, uh, I think it's off"

"Really? We've got a hit determination on this system."

"Let me try that distance again, so it won't disappear if I hit it"

Once again, Akira snipes at the indicated target. Now intentionally aim for a slightly deviated position, remove the state (deliberately) once, and then bring the aim slightly closer. Further misalignment continues to shoot several times to grasp the error between the system's hit judgment and its own hit judgment.

"I feel like there's a lot of error, but for a goal somewhat far away, do you feel like you're making a random hit determination after calculating the collection rate of guns and bullets"

"... with that idea, please"

"Okay. Oh, now the adjustment is okay"

Akira leaves the trailer with Tabata. Other technicians looked surprised.

"Hey, just now, you think it's true?

"I don't know. There are a lot of people complaining that they should have been hit, but they shouldn't have come off, because there's usually no one to obfuscate. Maybe he's just dressed up to say something like that."

"The logs are still there, and we'll try to raise the accuracy calculation to the limit."

It is also not a performance test for firearms, so hitting judgment is omitted to some extent in the system. Because when strict hit determination is carried out, the calculation volume is too high, which interferes with the test. We don't know if our enemies or allies are being hit, and we can't stop moving until we get results. In testing the General Support System, it is more important to know immediately if you have been hit.

A technician operates the terminal to perform a recalculation process from the record.

"... don't take long"

"Well, it's not a HQ computer, and that's what happens if you calculate it rigorously with the one with the performance loaded on the trailer. Oh, I'm out. Mm-hmm. Well, to this extent, is it a difficulty category? It's shifting the aim to the left and right in detail, but isn't that just what it sounds like?

Next to those who are laughing lightly, another technician is about to run the process again with a slightly more serious face.

"What are you doing?

"I'm going to do a lot of recalculations with a lot more input data."

"For example?"

"It's the state of the surrounding atmosphere. Air viscosity, trace colorless fog concentrations, and so on. Let's put everything we can in the input data."

The calculation process is executed again by increasing the amount of data. The results of the calculation are displayed after a longer time has elapsed than earlier. The technicians who saw it made my face cramp.

"... you're lying, aren't you?

"... it fits. This, I'm swinging the aiming left and right alternately, but I'm exploring too many hitting judgments. Hits and detachments alternate."

"No, well, you can't. If we do this badly, it's impossible if he doesn't know the ballistic formula of our system!?

"... for aiming and adjusting, there are no random elements. I shot him several times and counted him backwards from that hit judgment... No, I guess I didn't actually calculate it, but I kind of figured it out..."

The technicians look at each other with a slightly convulsed bitter laugh.

"... scared"

"He seems like an awesome hunter at that age, but maybe that kind of thing is different after all"

The technicians, who remembered the strange thinness, went back to work to switch their minds.

The technicians' expectations were roughly the same. It was Alpha who did all the math and gave the instructions. And even though it was helped by the performance of the reinforced clothing and the aiming device, it was Akira who shot it as directed. Akira's strength had already reached a sufficiently unusual range in ordinary people's senses.

A simulated battle between Akira and Ellio and the others was started to test the performance of the comprehensive support enhancement clothing. One Akira vs. all the Ellios, just like the previous mock battles, engage until one of them is wiped out. Different parts are that Elio and the others are all wearing fortified clothing, with equipment built into full-face helmets and support from the General Support System.

The General Support System also commands the entire unit as a command tower, knowing the position and condition of all troops. Bulk management of the information collected by each member's information gathering equipment is also carried out to share the positions of enemy allies and to infer hidden enemy positions. It also prevents accidental firing with enemy alliance identification devices. They transform disorderly populations into a dominant organization, enabling efficient force operations.

In addition, each member's enhanced clothing is operated to carry out simple aiming corrections and motion corrections. Furthermore, they sense enemy attacks and cause them to take evasive action or sometimes even counterattack.

This means that the fortified clothing moves outside of the person's will. There is a personal difference in whether you consider this convenient or not. Many people find themselves refusing to let their bodies move on their own. But thanks to natural operating aids, so far there has been no dissatisfaction from Elio and the others.

The Ellios maintained about a 50% chance of winning while several mock fights continued. The Tabatas were watching the game to see how satisfied they were. We feel comfortable with the performance of the comprehensive support enhancement clothing that we have developed.

Interpretation is that children and amateur similarities in Slam Street cross five minutes with high-ranking hunters, even though they are a pair of troops with the help of their own comprehensive support enhancement clothing. Adequate content, both as sales publicity and as a result of technological development.

During a break after several mock fights, Tabata speaks to the Elios in a good mood.

"What do you say? What is the performance of this comprehensive assistance reinforced garment? Even with the help of this system, you can beat that hunter who's behind you, even though it's a prerequisite to operate in a unit. You must be great."

Elio and the others face each other with a subtle look on their face. And Elio speaks for everyone.

"It's amazing..."

"Hmm? If you're unhappy, don't hesitate to say it. It's still in the process of being developed as a product in the test operation. We need to take into account the opinions of our users and try to improve them."

"No, there's not much of that. I've heard that toughening clothes is difficult to run inside the beginning until we get used to it, but we can move normally..."

"I guess so. We're also focusing on natural motion control aids around here."

"Images and voices of instructions on helmets don't get in the way or loud..."

"You will. You will. It is small, simple, easy to see, easy to identify and understand without blocking normal vision. The design of instructional notations and various types of information displays has also been calculated. Instructions and situation descriptions by voice are also properly tailored to the content that prompts appropriate action in short words, with an easy-to-hear voice…"

Tabata continued to brag about the description of the comprehensive support enhancement clothing they had developed, but when she noticed Elio and the others reacting, she closed her mouth once and for all.

"So, what are you unhappy about?

"I'm not dissatisfied, but it's a little hard to say that we're fighting Akira in the fifth minute, but I think we're just out of hand."

The face of Tabata, who was in a good mood, looked suspicious and distorted.

"What? Hands down?"

"No, is it a handful in one way or another? We trained like Akira before, and we had a 50% chance of winning. I was talking about making a lot of adjustments at Mr. Akira's so that the odds of winning would be about that. I heard he was dropping the output of fortified clothing, stopping using information-gathering equipment, and shortening the range of guns only for Mr. Akira. Maybe you're still doing something similar?

"... well. I take my seat off for a moment. Bye."

Tabata said so with a slightly more serious look, moving away from Elio and the others towards Akira.

I might have said something creepy (first). Elio made his face a little rough thinking so.

When Tabata asks me about the situation, Akira gives a little thought to the content of the reply before answering.

"I'm not going to be out of my hands or putting a handful on my own, but I'm serious as a training, and you're certainly not moving assuming a real fight. If they tell you to cut it off, well, I can only say yes."

"Really..."

Tabata is staring at his face. Yodogawa, who was recommending the product while chatting with Akira and the others during the break, also had a bitter laugh at being denied the basis for recommending it.

The reasons why Cheryl and the others were selected as commodity monitors for general support enhancement clothing include the convenience of Yodogawa and the others, in addition to Inabe's power. To use Akira to promote her fortified clothing.

Individual success in destroying man-made weapons and contributing to the destruction of giants who half-destructed parts of the outer ruins of Kuzhhara Street, Akira's high strength was well noted by high-ranking hunters.

A young hunter from Slam Street, not particularly talented, became short-lived when he got fortified clothing for a company. Even if that wasn't true, I can expect a high publicity effect by simply spreading information that can be inferred that way and then having it inferred at will.

Relationship between Cheryl and Akira. That Cheryl is provided with enhanced clothing under development by Aircraft as a commodity monitor. If you flush additional information into the basement, there will be others who misunderstand.

Although it has not been published, in fact, Akira and Akira have been in a cooperative relationship for a long time. Weren't they offered prototype enhancement clothing by the aircraft? Doesn't it intend to take a look at the opportunity and publish it on the basis of sufficient achievements? Wasn't it all a propaganda campaign for machine-made fortified clothing? If you get that fortified garment, can you become like Akira yourself? Rumors (rumors) flowing from those inferences alone are good enough to propagate.

The ability of Slam Street's children's degree to maintain a 50% chance of winning over high-ranking hunters is impeccable as a publicity for overall support-enhanced clothing. But Akira and Elio both recognize that the odds of winning are due to Akira's subtraction. Then no. If such content is mixed with the rumors that flow, the publicity effect will be halved. Yodogawa, who decided so, laughs and suggests to Akira.

"Then Master Akira. Can you imagine fighting in action to make you feel the performance of the General Support Enhancement Clothing?

"Even if they suddenly say so."

Look at Akira showing the difficulty and let Yodogawa include a mild provocation in the tone.

"It's nothing one-on-one, and you can't help but lose if you're serious."

Cheryl, aware of the provocation, turns her expression slightly dissatisfied. But Akira answers normally without even realizing it was a provocation.

"Nothing. I don't care about winning or losing. However, it takes extra money to move in anticipation of a real fight. Even the energy pack of fortified clothing is not just (just), and if you can't move it, you will have a strong burden on your body, so you will need a healing pill. If fatigue persists, the hunter may be temporarily suspended from operation. Now that we know that, if you're telling us to fight like we did in action, we'll take the money as a favor, too, right? I'm just joining in with a lot of interest. I don't have to go out there for free."

Is that an excuse to avoid losing out for real? Or is it vegan attitude? Tabata pinches his mouth when Yodogawa is a little lost.

"Okay. I'll pay for it this way. Plus, it's going to be 100,000 orum for every fight."

"Hey, Tabata?

"A hundred thousand aurums? Hmm."

Yodogawa starts to panic a little about Tabata's attitude of suddenly proceeding on his own. Akira roars lightly like she's not interested. Tabata sees that Akira's attitude and ignores Yodogawa to go further.

"Okay. Let's do this, then. Every time we win in a row, we increase our rewards by 100,000 aurums. The terms are the same for you instead. If you lose, have them pay you too. How about this?

"I rode."

Akira replied, smiling lightly. Tabata, on the contrary, turns her expression into something quite serious.

"Okay. Then from the next mock fight, we assume each other in action. I'm gonna change my settings for that."

Tabata returns to the trailer. Yodogawa got a little lost, then met Akira and the others and rushed after Tabata.

Cheryl gets confirmation.

"Akira. Was it good?

"What? Something smelly (first)?

"No, I don't mind if Akira does."

Cheryl was worried that Akira would lose streak and pay big bucks, greatly damaging her mood. But because of Akira's attitude, I reconsidered that this would be okay, and I stopped (or) putting a fine point in my mouth. What will you do if you lose? I don't want to say anything that could damage Akira's mood, like questioning Akira's strength.

Akira seemed a little strange, but she didn't ask back in detail because Cheryl immediately waved and distracted herself from another topic.