Wolf Barrel 5.56

Square in front of the Salla fountain.

The place, which was opened as a place for people to relax, had numerous cafe terraces open at noon and in the cheerful voice of the people.

Benches lining the lawn.

One of them was sitting on my back like I was drooling, giving me a way out.

They totally screwed up my nose.

I do not deny that I was optimistic that "if I go to the guild".

But I didn't expect to be paid in advance.

Stella tells me that a magic value of 13 is an average 10-year-old or so. The minimum line required to register an Alliance is 50. I haven't received half of it. I mean, a ten-year-old.

I had a hard eye to look at Stella's me then. In Mr. Stella's eyes, he should have looked like a stupid kid who didn't understand the world. I turned bright red enough to get a fire out of my face and left my guild behind to escape.

"Ha."

Exhales so gloomy that mushrooms grow.

The excitement I had until this morning was shattered from the roots.

Intolerant reality, beaten down.

Did the young people who dreamed of Tokyo and came out of the country feel the same way I did?

But.

I can't stay immersed in sentiment here forever.

I decided to make money and live in this world. [M] That's not the end of it.

It hasn't even started yet.

(That's right. I haven't even started anything yet)

Raise the gaze you were wandering under your feet.

Nothing. Guilds are not the only means to make money. I have as much work to do in this world.

Besides, I didn't lose count at all.

I got up in a mood. Then take out the notebook and open the page with the fold on.

Until I got here, I taught a man named Ex-Hunter how to hunt.

Hunt an animal, take a piece of its body home, and convert it to gold. That kind of way of making money, they say, is usually done in this world.

I'm going to do the job.

It's daytime now. If we find our prey and redeem it by evening, we should be able to make some money for our meal this evening.

I've decided what to do.

Then all you have to do is move.

Bassin 'your knees to keep you in the mood! And slapped, and I stood up.

Leaving the town of Salla and crossing the street, you will soon see a gentle slope.

The plain down this hill is where the hunter taught us.

Rabbit monsters known as' Rabbit Claws' live here.

The feature is that the forefoot nails are unusually long and when caught alive, they cause major injury. Occasionally out on the street, they do evil to horses.

And this guy's ears will be for sale.

The habitat can be seen from the sparse trunks of trees. Rabbit Claw put it on for half the play, it's going to mark the scratch.

At the end of this story, the former hunter said, "If you're an ogre, you should be able to hunt without problems," and he pushed his heartbeat. It's okay for an average 10-year-old, so I guess that rabbit claw and doing is no big deal.

Believing the words of the former hunter, I made this hunting ground my destination...

"That bastard......"

For a former hunter who isn't here now, I snapped a grudging word.

I also discovered the target prey.

But there was a slight problem.

That's about the size of a rabbit, an adult dog, Siberian husky.

Plus, my legs are so fast, I'm still driving away with soot smoke up the distance.

In the trunk of the tree where I lurk, there are egg claw marks like the one the bear put on.

If you get caught alive, you're badly injured. Instead, you're dead instantly, you idiot. What's wrong with hunting?

A novice in the palm of Magic 13 hunts this and measures gold?

What kind of mazo is that?

Fuck you.

But I can't complain. I just have to do it.

They are cute compared to wolves and lizards. I can't do it unless I think so.

Lower your luggage from your shoulders and breathe deeply.

First I decided to build a plan easily.

The attack is carried out with Beretta M92F.

If Rabbit Claw is in a terrible situation and M4A1 has to be used, withdraw immediately. There's no one here but me, so if you have magic deficiency, that's it. It's too risky to use M4A1 in action, even though I'm not used to it yet.

Simulate the escape route when retreating and tap it into your head.

Then we move on to actual battle preparation.

Magazine summons an empty state Beretta M92F. Again, as I thought, the magic consumption was light. Remove the spare magazine from the bag, plug it into the gun and operate the slide. Now OK. I won't shoot right away, so I'll leave the safety device on with the iron shot down.

Take two more spare magazines out of the leather bag and stick them in both pockets of your trousers.

There's still a magazine in the leather bag, but I'm not taking it all.

Unexpectedly, the magazine is heavy, and when your pockets swell wide, you get in the way of movement.

If you have to, you can summon a new magazine.

Finish prepping and finally put your luggage at the root of the tree. All right, OK.

Now it's hunting time.

(Oh shit, I'm so excited)

Though I was complaining at first, as I was getting ready, the tension grew, and no longer my body remains a wuss.

I may have Hunter qualities. [M]

Second, I remember 'him' I met in the woods. It was the first wolf to attack me.

Did he feel the same way when he wanted a chance to attack me?

First of all, it's him.

I set my first target as I lay down on the meadow.

Twenty meters away. There was one rabbit claw running around like a kid running around the grand.

By running around, you locate the mole lurking in the ground, dig it up with your fingernails and prey.

Then find the mole right now and set your aim on Rabbit Claw, who dug into the ground. My position is just behind Rabbit Claw. This is a great opportunity.

Release the Beretta safety device.

I got up from the ground up and ran out at once. [M]

Think as you narrow down the distance.

Well, how many shots on earth can you put a stop to it?

Targeting a steeple saves ammo, but I don't know where the steeple is. I heard the hunter was after the prey's heart, but I can't help but know where it is.

I decided to smack him in the head for now.

Around the corner approaching about 10m, Rabbit Claw finally realized my presence as an external enemy. You're a dumb wildlife. The ears on your head are decorative.

I pulled the trigger in a standing position at the right time for Rabbit Claw to circle his face over here.

I feel the magic consumption of one shot from my body.

At the same time, a petty degree of recoil passed to his arm and fell off to his right shoulder.

A pungent, dry shooting noise echoes in the spacious meadows.

The bullet I unleashed hit me right between the eyebrows of Rabbit Claw.

He dented as he penetrated inside, tearing his brain to a crisp, and a puff of blood fireworks splashed from his side head. Rabbit Claw fell like a plate knocked down by the wind.

One shot one kill.

A sweet current ran through my body in a stunning blow.

I finally decided to get close to Rabbit Claw, whose limbs and legs had stopped moving and were completely desperate. All of a sudden I get up with Gabba and Zuba, because I don't like gaga.

I kicked him in the leg but no response. Fine. Grabbing my leg and lifting it, it was much lighter than it looked. I wonder if there's just a big song of body hair and not so much contents.

The smell of blood isn't that good either.

That lizard fluid was intense. I remembered and looked up.

Then dismantle it next.

The only thing you can buy away is your ears. They're not buying it away anywhere because the skin and meat are less valuable for the hard-to-treat split.

I can do a demolition on this spot, but I want to avoid being attacked from behind during work. So I decided to move the body to a rocky place so far away.

Discover just the right rock, just off the plain. Conveniently, there is even a pond with boiling water. I decided to make this a campsite. I'll keep the bag moving here too.

Well, finally, the demolition work.

but this made it harder to work than I thought.

The knife for demolition, conceded from the former hunter, is inserted between his ear and head, and he tries to slide the blade sideways and separate it.

"Solid!!!!"

Even with so much force that the hand holding the knife turns bright white, the blade can hardly progress.

You're kidding. This has to be a scarecrow?

Releasing his hand, the knife remains horizontal with the bean pierced.

I got more and more frustrated, driven by the urge to blow it with bullets, but I managed to keep working.

I was finally able to disconnect it, but the cutting surface was not as beautiful as flattery. Looks like he bit it off into a guchug rather than cut it with a knife. Well, it's the only way.

I dumped the excess Rabbit Claw carcass in the grass near the rocks.

Former hunters say the end of the carcass is fine "if you can afford it". The best thing is to bury it in the dirt, but even if you leave it on the spot, it won't be a problem, he said, because the forest dwellers will clean it at night.

One pair of these ears, more or less 2,000 luv.

I was convinced when I bought baked sweets at the outdoor shop in Fountain Square, but apparently one luv seems to be a good feeling with one yen of Japanese yen.

Current holdings are three silver coins. It's 1,000 rubes a piece of silver coin, so it'll be 3,000 rubes. It's worth 30,000 yen.

A slightly luxurious hotel with bath and breakfast averages 1,000 rooves per night, so if you have four more, you will achieve your goal today. It's the first day, so even ± 0 is fine.

Oh, my God, you can handle this!

Nature and grin spill.

Even Magic 13 can do this.

Russia motivated me to resume my journey in search of my next prey.

Then a few hours later.

There were seven Rabbit Claw bodies rolling at my feet.

Outcomes well above target. But it wasn't too tight.

He was attacked by a herd.

Turn back the scratch time.

After that, I went back to the rocks to unravel the two of them.

Then he bowled it down with five Rabbit Claws devouring the carcass. What I was eating was the first carcass I threw down after I dismantled it.

I see all five of them during the meal.

It was hard from there.

I threw the carcass in my hand. [M] This decision was correct.

Thanks to Rabbit Claw and his distractions, I had a chance to strike first. Shooting at the two on the left, I let them hit the two abdomens, but here the bullet empties.

I quickly took the spare magazine out of my pocket and loaded it.

I ignored the two that got hit and couldn't move, and fired at the remaining three. But not a single shot this time. Because they moved quickly and scattered their aim. I loaded a spare magazine and slammed all the bullets into one of them trying to approach me straight ahead. One of the shots hit him, rolling around with his guts scattered. I can't believe I don't have a bullet. This is Cloth Clothes. If you come close and they catch your belly, that's it.

Now there are two more left. But here Rabbit Claw showed a new move.

They hit me from left to right to work together.

At this moment, my fighting instincts exploded in me. Nerves cross so slowly that all the time is felt. You know what, bunnies? I'm scared when this happens.

I summon a new magazine to complete the loading in just one breath.

"Shh, shh."

I took a short breath and squeezed the trigger twice at the time of vomiting. One of the bullets hit the base of Rabbit Claw's leg, which came around from the right. Thousands of feet fly off a bright white body. The shot Rabbit Claw slipped forward and scraped the ground without killing the speed he had given himself.

One more.

I move the aim horizontally.

The last one had come as far as a few more meters.

If you remove the bullet, there will be no resurfacing.

Two bullets left.

I can't afford it.

It's Setouchi.

Yet somehow at this moment "haha" I laughed.

My concentration reached its climax.

Fierce heartbeat and trigger.

Two rounds captured Rabbit Claw's entire body exactly.

The gunfire stopped and anyone who could move was gone but me.

But that's not the end of it.

I just wounded them, and they're all still alive.

When I created and loaded a new magazine, I hurried to stab Todome.

And now again.

"Phew, phew"

By the time I had finished the task of collecting the two + five carcasses over a safe rock, my breath, disturbed like a rough horse, had also calmed down a lot.

That was really bad.

I was able to repel unharmed because of the distance I came into contact with the five.

What would have happened if it had been closer?

There's a reflection that I'm alarmed, but no, more than that, hey, ex-hunter. I haven't heard a word about you gathering carcasses for fishing, motherfucker! You didn't even mention the size, and you resent me for something?

I'm starting to want to go after the sailcarriage and complain.

Crushing such a grudge festival, I sat on an affordable rock.

The pistol also pulls out the magazine and then erases it.

Since I'm not feeling any worse, I still seem to have plenty of room for magic, but I just mentally indulged in the current unintended blow.

I need some rest.