Wolf Barrel 5.56

After the guild, I came to the west commercial block, on that foot.

In front of me, the shops are lined up in a street-scraping fashion.

Looking up, there's a thin tent stretched out, like it's okay if it rains.

It was like an arcade town in Japan.

It's about 10: 00 a.m.

It wasn't as crowded as I occasionally saw someone with a look like an adventurer.

I don't know what the ads on the walls or the signs that are lowered say.

But I had a general idea what store it was there because I could see what was going on in the store over the show windows.

And my purpose is the armor store. [M]

There were times when I wanted to see an arms dealer, but the first thing I should prioritize is protective equipment.

I think so for a reason.

I was heartening to Mr. Stella and I was aggrieved again, but my body is really brittle.

I'm just a little surprised, and I'm at a higher risk of dying at once.

The fights I've been through have mostly been in the first place. So I rarely get attacked by my opponent, and even a cloak of cloth could live like this.

But what happens if we get around to it?

With Rabbit Claw's forefoot torn open in his abdomen, would he be able to fight back to fulfill it?

With Harpy's feathers stabbed in his face, would he be able to deal with it calmly?

I can't do either.

You can treat it, but there's no way the enemy will wait for it.

If you come in more than one after being surprised, you will no longer have to die.

If this is a limb injury, I can still handle it, but the torso injury is really bad.

First, we need equipment to protect the torso.

At the very least, it is desirable to be strong enough to prevent harpy nails.

Current holdings are 40,000 luv.

I deduct the cost of today's inn for this, deduct all expenses, and it's generally 20,000 that I'm free to use.

... I doubt I can buy anything for 20,000.

Anyway, it doesn't start by not checking with your own eyes what kind of equipment is sold. I discovered one of the many armor stores that looked particularly atmospheric and decided to go in there.

No, no, no.

The smell of gasoline greeted me when I opened the glass fitted wooden door. Could it be oil for servicing or something?

The counter has one father with a bear-like figure. A blacksmith wears a skin forelock that looks like it. When I checked with my eyes that I was coming in, there you were, instead, sending me a nihil grin.

Uh, can I come in on my own?

While I was at war, I stepped into the store.

The store was about the size of two classrooms.

Sturdy metal shelves are lined with handles, belts, shoes and helmets.

Even one helmet has a wide variety of shapes, from the Japanese-style one to the one that Spartan soldiers are likely to wear. Not only is the material iron, but I can't tell how hard it is at first glance, such as iron mixed with purple colors or something like green crystals.

Besides, all of this is a real thing that can actually be used, not a movie prop.

It was far more compelling than what you see on the screen.

I'm just watching, and I'm getting tense about it, no matter what.

And what caught my eye was the corner where the armor was lined up.

Along the walls, mannequins in various armor are displayed all the time. That's like a Chinese soldier horse figurine that came out in the movie Hamnaptra 3. The store is deeper than it looks, and there are more than 20 rows of mannequins alone. It was a roll. If I had a smartphone, I would have definitely put it in a photo and turned it into a wallpaper.

The apparently expensive equipment comes in a large glass case next to the counter.

Beautifully decorated hands, golden boots, etc. are make-up by light lighting, releasing elegance as if it were a work of art.

Oh, it's so much fun.

Just something that inspires curiosity everywhere you look.

In the real world, you can get an admission fee for this.

Flirting over there, flirting over here, I forgot my original purpose and enjoyed watching.

Among other things,

"... cool"

My eyes nailed to one of the armors lined up in a glass case, pure white full plate armor.

Smooth surface reminiscent of ceramics. But the robustness of that armor is so great that even my 5,56mm ammo can bounce back safely.

I can also like the fact that it doesn't come with decorations.

The shapes that were swept away from its waste were as colorful as pearls.

Wearing this, Harpy's assault would also be taken at his leisure.

As for the boy looking out at the trumpet, watching him stick to the glass case,

"That's Silver Orihalcon Full Plate Armor. Class A magic protection treated in addition to the latest five-factor construction. It is a first-class product made in a large workshop in the capital. The colors, well, they're for assholes, but the performance is dantoz in this store."

There was a wild voice on my back.

Looking back, there was your father, not Higma.

He has a round-tailed arm and a tannic grin at the end of his mouth.

"I watched eagerly, but you liked this guy?

I answered yes while being intimidated.

"I've never seen such stunning armor in kind, with"

"If you like it that much, how about you, Bowes, try it on?

One word set my boy's heart on fire.

"Must!!

I nodded in two replies.

And enough later, I regretted it.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

My weak voice leaks out of the gap in my helmet.

I wore a full plate armor while my father helped me - but when I put one hand on it, I had a bad feeling.

And the hunch was centered.

The last time I wore a helmet, I couldn't move a single step.

I feel like a Thai grill stuck in an iron plate. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Proud!" I didn't feel like it at all, and all I had was the fear of crushing to death if I fell.

I just didn't move the spot and had to flick out a voice like a beggar for my life.

Once again, I take your father's hand, and I take my armor off.

I felt almost like I was being rescued from the rubble.

Freed from the armor, I had no choice but to gut, as if I were a human being launched on the beach. Not a single word came up that I was happy or having fun.

Seeing as that, your father was laughing with pleasure.

"Garhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"And I thought I was going to die"

"Kakaka, if the armor kills you, it's the end of the line!

My father was in a good mood, banging and banging the counter.

"Ugh."

I look resentful, staying on all fours.

You don't have to laugh like that.

"Ah wow, you've got too much bad nori. Camben, please."

That's what he said and pulled in a laugh, and his father put his tequila and armor back in the glass case.

I was surprised at the weight.

He said it was so heavy that if he dropped even one hand on his leg, it would definitely break. I guess I've become such a musculoskeletal body because I've been dealing with heavy objects from day to day.

"So you're an adventurer, aren't you?

Eh, and round my eyes.

Of course I don't remember saying it.

"Do you understand?

"Sometimes you come to the store like Bowes, so you know right away. So, what are you looking for?

"First of all -"

The name of your father, the shopkeeper, is Morgan.

When I talked to him, he was a very casual person, and we quickly became friends.

I broke it off with my dad, and I decided to ask him to talk to me about my gear.

"You want armor for the wizard's sake? I don't know, it's different."

That being said, my father arranged one after another on the counter, light armor and cladding made of a variety of materials that seemed to work with my muscle strength.

I only have a budget of 20,000, so I'm not buying it now, I'm trying it on to buy it in the future.

That's what I said no to beforehand, but my father didn't make a single disgusting face and agreed, "I'm going out with you because I'm free". Nice guy.

My father taught me the properties of the material, while consolidating my image of what my ideals are.

First of all, the light armor, which was cheap in price, was of no use at all.

Because the material is made of inexpensive iron, it weighs heavily and is not as strong as I would like. I want at least as strong as I can withstand the blow of Harpy.

Covering is mainly the upper body, which makes no sense, especially if you can't defend your abdomen.

I wish I could cover my whole body if I could, but I declined to do that in relation to weight.

In other words, the shape of the bulletproof vest was the most ideal for me right now.

And even with my strength now, I have to keep at least 1km to the weight I can jog. So I set the upper limit to 5 kg. Because in addition to the armor, we have to carry spare magazines, tailored prey areas, etc.

Endurance and muscle strength, even if you work hard in future workouts, the lighter the better.

Strength, shape and weight.

That's how I listed my hopeful armor. I

"Three million luv!?

I voiced five octaves higher than usual.

Plus, three million rubs is the cheapest guy. 5 to 6 million on average.

The most expensive was I was afraid to ask, so I blocked my ear.

For me, I didn't have to shut up about the price when I was doing it for 4,000 yen a month.

If this is an RPG game, it's a cooling off.

It's a fucking Gay of the Year nomination. Anyway, they're going to blow three million to buy the first armor. I'm going to let you keep hunting slime with your early gear for years.

I shouldn't. I've escaped reality to too much money.

When I turned pale, I took note of the name of the armor I had listed for the first time and told him weakly, "I'll come and buy it when it comes out".

I was choosing armor earlier and realized that besides the armor that protects me, I also needed supplementary equipment to smooth the shooting.

I wanted to do something about the deck, especially during the reloading.

I've always had a spare magazine in my pants pocket. But pockets don't tell the magazine up and down, and when it needs to be reloaded, "that, which" creates an extra loss time.

That's why it would suck if I dropped it in a hurry.

They scratch my neck while I'm picking it up.

In other words, we need a 'magazine pouch' for smooth reloading.

Preferably the type that can be taken out immediately as well.

I put it on the shelf next to the counter, and I put my eyes on the belt to hold the knife.

"What is it, Bowes, the knife next? You really are a wizard."

Even so, my father politely explained his belt to me.

With that explanation in mind, I decided to buy a holster for a throwing knife made of cowhide. It's made to have a thick blade in it, which just fits the thick magazine of the Beretta M92F perfectly.

This is the type of thing that wraps around your thighs with a belt and can be removed as soon as you reach for it. This is convenient.

For confirmation, he wore it on the spot on his left leg, plugged in the magazine and performed a "reloading" operation like shadow boxing. As I thought I would, the operation was smoother than it was when I was stuck in my pants pocket. You're absolutely right.

Besides, I can reload in a little motion, so my right arm doesn't move much and I can keep the muzzle pointed at the target. Awesome!

At first, he was an interesting father to see me in motion, but gradually the smile disappeared from his expression and became serious.

The price was as low as 3000 luv, so I decided to buy two.

Next to the holster, I decided to buy a "knee down".

Why do I need to kneel down, because I kneeling (knee shot) during a harpy battle and injured my knee with pointy rocks. If the bottom is a place such as a rock or an Ibarra, there is really something to protect the knee in order to stabilize the kneeling posture for a long time.

So I'm on my knees.

But my knee was just never sold individually.

What I want is a guy like a supporter of a volleyball player.

When I was searching for a replacement, I discovered a wooden barrel in the corner of the store that was cluttered with armor parts.

It's so big.

When I asked your father what it was,

"Oh, that's junk. When I make the finished product in the workshop, I really need extra parts. I bought it all together. The one who can reinforce and modify his armor in front of him buys the junk."

"Um, so are there any parts that can only protect your knees?

"Just the knee? Just protect your knees."

Father clenches his neck in wonder.

What an explanation.

"Uh, well, I need it anyway."

"I don't need it. I have no idea what the wizard thinks."

So my dad came looking for parts that might fit my lap.

This guy, he's a really good guy.

After all, there was no such thing as just the knee area, so it was decided to disassemble the tibia.

From some of the things I've had a look at, avoid heavy metal ones, and choose lightweight, methyl-like ones.

And I asked my father to machine it so that it could be easily fastened with a belt that stretched and shrunk and hardware. 6,000 luv including wages.

Finally, shoes.

The shoes I got in the caravan wore out, so I needed sturdy boots.

I looked around a lot and bought flexible, solid leather boots with rubber bottom.

This is 5,000 luvs.

Magazine pouch, knee down, boots.

A total of 17000 luv.

I had only a few eyes for armor, and I was able to shop satisfactorily.

That and this is due to your father for the guts with which he answered the question.

I thanked my father many times and tried to leave the store.

"Wait a minute" father calls that back off.

What? Looking back, Dad threw something with one hand with his cheek cane on the counter.

Upon receiving it with both hands, it was a light leather glove.

Even though it is thin, it is made of solid material, besides the anti-slip treatment on the palm of the hand. I can tell right away it's not cheap.

"Uh, what's this?

"That's different. Don't hesitate to take it - by the way, do you know what an apprentice's rite of passage is?

No, I shake my head.

"The tool shops in this town are doing it, the flirting of tradition. I don't know anything. You talk about apprenticeships and you sell equipment that you can't use. So I'll buy it back later. By doing so, the apprentice takes his gear seriously. I don't know if it's right for me or not, but it's not people's opinions."

So once separated, Dad tightened his expression.

"But Bowes, you're not. I made all my own decisions about what I needed and what I didn't. Either it's stunning or he knows how to fight it. And you are the latter. I assure you. You'll be here soon to buy armor."

"Farewell is a chip to avoid cheating."

I saw my father laughing niggardly at the end, and I got goosebumps.

What a pure man! And I've been so praised!

Unexpectedly happy, I answered with a full grin.

"Okay. At that time, we will definitely buy it here"

"Whoa, damn it. I'm gonna sell you some expensive armor, so get ready!

"Yes!"

"Ka? Have a good trip, young adventurer."

He bowed his head again and I felt comfortable leaving the store behind.

Definitely coming to buy it. So keep your resolve in your chest.