Wolf Barrel 5.56

"... I'm bored"

While I no longer uttered words familiar to my tongue, I paid for the dirt stains on my skirt. If you look closely, there is also mud on the shoulder area of the light armor. I paid for it by hand too, frustrated.

Anyway, that's it for the trick.

If you look at the clock, it's before the evening.

If you set it at this time, it should react in the morning.

He frowned at the smell of blood that had broken into his surroundings, but left the scene behind. At that time, the bottom of an Orihalcon boot stepped on 'Big Feather' and sounded 'Gummy'. Hum and laugh with his nose. "That bird" is good at hiding herself, but she's completely indifferent to the fact that her feathers are falling. Dumb bird.

First of all, this would definitely be the bird territory of the matter.

The battle is tomorrow morning.

Long time no hunt. Yet my heart does not rise.

Strike your tongue ticklishly as you progress.

It's true.

This stuff, it's not a hunt or anything. I'm just busy.

Clear air grabbed my cheek as I walked out of the gloomy cave.

The sun leans, and the sky is mixed with oranges.

Naughty breeze rubs my blonde hair. I sighed as I looked at my fluffy, rocking forehead. And say it again.

"I'm bored."

Since when have I started fighting boring routines?

From the moment I was born, I was given all sorts of things.

A luxurious life, a mom-giving look, and unparalleled power in the human race.

Title "Hercules".

dramatically improve the physical abilities of the target audience.

Genotypic title, allowed only by the Françoise woman.

Thanks to this title, I gained first-rate swordsman-like combat power without much effort. Enough to tame the Ghost Clan with a simple power battle.

But such superior power, too, had limited place to exert itself.

There were no satisfied fighters around me.

Increasingly recruiting frustrations.

Sixteen years later, I took the opportunity to decide to leave the house.

I expected the outside world to meet a new stimulus - and a 'kind'.

Few people can call themselves acquaintances in the country. It's the kind of personality that puts what you think in your mouth, so you can't even say it's flattering. But that's not what's underlying it.

It's the opposite of me and "them."

I prefer to fight and hate weakness. If it's for pride, you can choose death.

They prefer peace and sympathize with weakness. Abandon your pride if you are enough to choose death.

Natural thoughts for me appear insane to them.

No matter how much you fix it on the surface, you can't understand it in the root part. I understand that's something I can't do anymore. As they fear me, so do I. I look down on them.

That's the kind of relationship we can have.

From the beginning.

That's why I was expecting to meet strong men similar to myself.

And party with them and embark on an adventure.

Give me an adventure of bloody meat-leaping frenzy, like my mom told me on the pillow.

That's what I was expecting.

Yet......

Yet......

You perceived my anger, the breeze stops, and the floating forehead goes down.

My shoulders tremble in impotent rage.

What the hell is going on?

There's no such thing as a strong guy!

I heard about the town where the mighty gather, so I came all the way to the despicable fucking countryside called Salla! He said the guild's policy changed before he did it!

The super dangerous and de flashy task I had hoped for was to concentrate on the densely populated town and the King's Capital, which in this town we no longer had to deal with. Thanks to this, now all the people with arms have moved elsewhere - even!!

Then tell me first!

This isn't a scam!

Drop it on the gates of the town! The guild here is home to low-level adventurers with no money or power, so if you want a real adventure, go to a town bigger than this!

Or change your name to "Salla"!

It's a shame, you idiot!

Die!

Also annoying are the people who call themselves adventurers in this town.

What, are you playing a masquerade tournament?

It's armor. It's a sword. It's all about makeup, and it's not a bunch of wolves who don't have any guts. You slapped me in the pussy a dozen years ago, and I just hit you a little bit and you make a peppy noise. Besides, you're unhappy with me but you don't try to bite me face to face.

With the 'excuse' that I am on the Françoise fringe, I try to escape from standing before me.

Because I can't, I can see losing, so I avoid standing up to it.

I'm not a warrior or anything like that!

What do you have a sword for? What are you wearing armor for?

I'm not just trying to make my weak self look big.

Those losers' cloudy eyes are just like 'those guys' in my hometown.

Garbage, garbage.

He's the type of garbage man I hate the most.

I'm smoking in a country town like this.

Uh, annoying, too!

Cunt!

annoying!!

Why do you have to have me in this sweep!

You shouldn't have made a scene in Wangdu if this was happening!!

Before I came to this town of Salla.

I've just had a 'little noise' in Wang Du, and I've been given a deadline to ban Wang Du's entry and exit. The decision is a decision, so it annoys me but I can't rebel.

It was definitely me who caused the disturbance.

But it wasn't over there that created the cause in the first place!

I can see a wrinkle leaning between my eyebrows even if I just remember.

That day.

When I arrived in Wangdu, I was also undergoing a physical examination, along with a luggage inspection at the checkpoint.

At that time, a young soldier caressed my hair and smelled my hair even worse. This mine. Give me Lucca Françoise's golden hair!

So I thanked him for what he deserved.

As a result, I involved about a couple of military men around the inquisition to cage one person, but that's... well... that's not a small one.

'Cause you smeared my hair with unclean hands!

You should be thankful for that mercy you've reduced so the dead don't come out!

I put up with 'That Woman' because she got in between then, but I should have hit her some more!

"Humph!"

Throw up the stress on your chest, along with a rough nose.

Two months until the entry/exit ban is lifted.

It's two years long for me right now.

I think this situation would be a little better if we just moved the stronghold to King's Capital.

... I want to think so.

When I leave the house, the words my mom used to say turn my head.

"You shouldn't expect too much."

What did I give back to that word?

It's okay, Mom.

The world is wide.

I'm sure it's all right, 'cause I'm gonna let you do a nice adventure, like my mom would envy me.

I feel so annoyed, I feel like I said that.

... I don't feel like saying the same words right now.

Why don't we just stop wang du and move to a bigger town?

Think of it, shake your head.

You can't do that. I don't want my mom to laugh at me for changing bases. I knew I had to wait.

"Ah, already!" That's what I said, and I brutally lifted my hair.

It's frustrating! It's mocking!

That's right. Let's eat something. Let's eat and distract ourselves.

I don't have anything to do until tomorrow anyway.

As if I agree with that, my belly under my armor rang like a cu and a puppy.

Speaking of which, you didn't eat properly in the procurement of 'rigged bait' even at noon.

Whatever. Pasta... Pizza... No, I like meat dishes. Thick steak that raises juju and fragrant smoke on an iron plate. Or a boned rib full of gravy.

Of course dating, my favorite white bread.

"... bread."

Suddenly, I miss the taste of the bread my dad made me. I remember my dad bringing a tray full of freshly baked bread to the table with a soft grin.

Mom is known for being a swordsman enough to get into five fingers in the country. The mom's fiancée, dad, was a normal person. Far from bloodshed and struggle, he was a civilian living in a pastoral world.

But my dad's not weak. There are times when I'm stronger than my mom.

It's not power. My heart.

I've even beaten the king to death before, Mom, but only my dad can't get his head up.

That hasn't changed since before we got married, apparently.

My dad was a small village, running a small bakery.

One day at this bakery, my mom stopped by fluttering.

Whatever I say, but my mom is a big mess for all sorts of things.

Mom piled up a ton of bread in a small tray. And one of the breads came out of the tray and fell to the floor. And

"This is in the accounts, too."

I didn't even look at the bread that fell off, and I said a word without hesitation.

Just in the same period, Mom just devastated an army in another country that violated the border line, by itself. The reason is gambling and sucky worrying. There's no way ordinary people can complain to such a god.

It is normal to lower the hoarding, even if just one word appears on the account.

But my dad didn't forgive me.

Dad opened the store door ramblingly, and forcibly snatched the tray out of Mom's hands.

And as he trembled, he stared and said:

"You don't deserve to mouth bread to someone who can't respect it. I don't need to pay for it. Get out!!

The surrounding area stood colored.

Mom held it down with her hands, apologized for a word "I'm sorry," and left the store quietly.

The day after that...

For each of those little bakeries, Mommy took Daddy back to the mansion.

No matter why I asked, my mom didn't tease me and tell me why.

"That's Holla, that's it. Blood? Blood made me do that...... yeah, like that. It's not rational, you know, 'freaking out'. Bibby's coming. It looks like a current. You know what I mean, Lucca?"

Mom's description is always obscure.

But that's all I know.

My mom is lucky. Because I ran into someone who said dad.

It's a vast wheat field, harder than finding a single poppy.

I know now. This world is full of weaklings. My kind is a rare species.

It's not like I want to fall in love.

I'm not even moaning for you to understand.

I just want someone with a strong heart like my dad.

This fellow who stands directly in front of me and can just bite me.

I don't know if that's a good idea...

While I was walking without any of that, I was out on a plain somewhere.

Where is it, Coco?

Looking around, my ears picked up the noise.

――

People's voices. I don't know what you said.

But the voice - in response to the roar, 'the forest silenced'.

My five senses whisper that this is no immediate matter.

Then all of a sudden, I felt like a current running into my brain. Maybe this is the guy my mom used to call "freaking out". I don't know. But it's worth checking out.

By the time I realized it, I was moving in the direction of my voice.

A mind that didn't even move Pickle starts a tiny pulse, tocum.

The heat of pale expectations lights up on your chest.

Maybe I found a poppy in a wheat field.

But.

What I found was neither wheat nor poppy.

He was a sweet brunette.

Expectations shrivel at once. Anyway, "off" again, I spit in my heart.

This was my first encounter with that idiot.