Wolf Barrel 5.56

Countless stars instantly beneath the night sky.

A campsite set up on the street.

There people were surrounding the fire, soothing the tiredness of the day with warm soup and bickering.

Its space, stained with incendiary oranges, was surrounded by a soothing atmosphere.

And I was in that seat.

"... go ahead"

A little boy offers soup in a wooden vessel.

Cream dried soup with bacon-like dried meat and potatoes. Fluffy, fragrant hot air builds my appetite.

When I received "thank you," the boy leaned down as illuminated and hid behind my mother as she fled purr.

Seeing that, the adults around laughed.

The name of the kid who gave me the soup is Bins. The lizard chased me, the child I saved.

I survived.

- After I lost my mind.

The men left the lizard safely and protected me from fainting.

And I'm being generously entertained as a benefactor for saving Bins and helping him with his life.

Bring the soup to your mouth. But I tried to swallow it, and the soup went into a different place.

"Gehu, gov"

"Are you okay!?

I smiled at Bins' mother as she peered in worried, saying it was okay.

It's been two days since then and it's gotten a lot better, but I still can't get the discomfort around the dovetail.

There is also a tremor in the hands paroxysmally.

I almost died of debilitation. [M]

That fierce discomfort I felt during the battle with the lizard.

The identity was what was called "magic deficiency".

Too much magic is used, there is not enough energy to sustain life, there is a huge load on the organs, which eventually debilitates and leads to death.

I seem to have pushed myself one step ahead. [M]

Erm.

I mean, the gun I was putting out was magically created, and if I was on track and shooting stupid, I'd run out of fuel and die.

Yes, magic.

I was a wizard who could summon guns at some point.

The first time they explained Magic Deficiency or something in a true face, they said, "Religion!?" I suspected, "but now, two days after that, I'm convinced it's already like that.

I'm a wizard, and this is a different world.

By the way, this is my speculation, but that crystal fang may have absorbed the magic and healed the wound, which is what magic resides in. Many crystal fangs were shattered and scattered when a large gun was summoned, which explains it. Well, it's just an imagination.

"Go ahead, before it gets cold."

"Ah yes, I'll have it"

So I let go of my thoughts once and put my hands on the soup again.

The moment I carried it to my mouth, my face was still dull.

Intense consomme and raw cream taste. And the spices are tightening the flavor.

Awesome yummy! Besides, try to hide. It's got some big chicken in it!

When I was obsessed with moving the spoon, that's when I noticed my gaze. Bins looked at me half way out of my mother's back.

Oh, I shouldn't, I did.

"It's delicious today."

When I told him so, Bins smiled on its face. You always make soup for me. [M] Besides, he puts in the biggest meat for me. Good boy.

They are inhabitants of different worlds, but the conversation was normal.

But the incompatibility between the voice and mouth movement that I hear probably translates the meaning of the word into my ear. Take that as evidence, even if you know what they're talking about, you can't read the letters at all. I'm sure it's magic somehow. I don't think about principles anymore.

I am now a person suffering from memory problems caused by magic deficiencies.

At first I explained 'I'm from Japan,' many times, but it didn't tell me at all, and in the end they interpreted it that way more freely.

I have been taught a lot of common sense in this world, calling it the rehabilitation of memory disorders.

I was surprised that the idea of time and date was the same.

Here too, the day was 24 hours, seven days a week and 365 days a year. It is also counted in Arabic numerals. Sometimes Valentine's Day, what about Christmas? When I heard that, I had my neck clenched. This world seems to be virginity friendly.

The current season seems to be in May, just shifting from spring to summer.

He also taught me a lot about the geography of this world... but honestly I can barely remember.

I apologize to the person who told me, but an unfamiliar unique noun came out of it, and my interest was lost in an instant, and I overheard it.

I just remember that the only thing I have right now is "Cannibal Country," and the town I'm headed to is "Salla". That understanding is sufficient now.

In a town called Salla, I was supposed to get off the sailcarriage.

I could have stayed with them and acted like this, but at any rate, I wanted to look around the fantasy world by myself, so I decided to have them dropped off in a big town. But it would be homeless to go to town without any preparation as it is. So at the very least, I have been taught various things by them about my knowledge to be independent.

"You, how about this?"

The big man sitting next to me recommended something like tortilla, wrapped in thin bread dough with finely chopped dried meat and vegetables.

"Oh, thank you, I'll have it" looks so yummy. Of course I'll take it.

I glanced at the big man flirtatiously.

The forged arms, both shoulders and arms, were muscularly uplifted. That raised arm is like a serpent. He covers his successful large thoracic muscle with a sturdy iron torso. There was rust and blood creeping up in its torso.

Most of them surrounding the incendiary fire were tenacious men like him.

They belong to an organization called The Adventurer Guild, called The Adventurer.

This time, he was hired to escort a carriage to wholesale village specialties to the city.

As far as I can tell, guilds are like modern civilian military companies (PMCs), and I wonder if they should consider themselves like mercenaries hired there.

Sounds like an RPG game to me.

But I didn't want to laugh. [M]

This is reality.

I chewed and saw one of the sailcarriages.

On its roof are five bodies wrapped in waterproof sheets.

He was killed or wounded in the battle with the lizard. The man who fell to the bottom of the valley said he couldn't recover it.

If I was unlucky, I could have been wrapped in cloth and piled up there, too.

This is not the world I lived in.

It's a dangerous different world, with swords, magic, monsters, and death close by.

But my heart remained calm when I said that I was facing such a deviation from normal course.

I've never touched anything called human death except my grandfather's aging. Yet even when I saw the tragic death of others, I was accepted as clam.

It doesn't make me a nightmare, it doesn't make me a pessimistic idea.

Think objectively, I think this psychology is unusual.

More like this, I think it's okay to have a goto or something.

Was I such a tough person? [M] I can usually eat rice too.

- I can produce guns.

What can we do with this power in this other world?

Just thinking about it will erase anxiety and other moments, and your chest will jump to expectations.

When you think about your new life that can be played out in a town called Salla, you can't be there or not anymore.

I had a strong desire to live in this world.