Wolf Barrel 5.56

"Broom, I'll give you"

That's what Pitica said, and I moved to the end of the garden.

A broom? Now it's Pitica's turn to surprise me? And I was laughing, but Pitica's eyes had a serious color on them, so I caught my smile, too.

The atmosphere told me that I didn't seem to be playing anymore.

"Singo, I just want to tell you a little bit about magic."

"What, really!?

"Huh."

I accidentally raised my voice.

To tell you the truth, I wanted Pitica to do a magical trick.

There's so much trouble with magic that when I say it, I can't cut it.

But I held onto the desire and was careful not to appear on my face.

It's been less than ten days since I've lived in this world, but I understand in my skin how valuable information about magic is in this world.

It's very delicate.

Feel free to ask and the relationship will be scratched. That's how carefully they handle it.

You can get magical knowledge if you pay for it, but you can't get your trust with Pitica back if you pay for it. That's what I thought and I was patient.

"What, you want to hear it?

Pitica with neck. But in that position, I didn't make him feel young.

What is now in front of me was a superior wizard, powerful enough to evaporate a rock boar in an instant.

I take it seriously.

It has to be a question that goes directly to the essence, not a detailed question.

"Just a little bit," Pitica said. You can't shoot for nothing.

With nervousness like when I hit the trigger, I asked a question. [M]

"Under what rules does my magic and bullet count increase?

Then Pitica closed her lid softly.

From his petal-like lips, but a grown-up voice was uttered like another.

"True Enlightenment Grows for the First Time Filled with Pride"

What does that mean? I don't ask.

It's not the kind of situation where you ask questions early on.

Think, think, think. Full rotation of the brain before a chance of a thousand encounters.

- Proud.

I know that word.

The battle when the number of bullets increased was not less exciting.

It was a battle I thought I could risk my life for. Yesterday's hunt for Rabbit Claw, however, was pale as if it were flow work.

I mean, is that what you mean?

Does killing animals, like routine work, not lead to growth?

My pride must be fulfilled in the battle.

I see, is that what happened? If I don't keep standing up to the strong, I can't grow.

... This is so tough.

Well, good, next.

Pitica asked me the other way around, thinking about my next question.

"Is True Enlightenment firmly aware of his title?

"Title?"

"Yes."

"What is the title…?

……

……

There is silence between them.

Birds rang somewhere so as to fill in between.

And they were close, and they hung their necks with Cotten.

"Don't you know?

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know"

"stroke the cover of the spellbook"

For a moment, I didn't know what Pitica was talking about, but soon I understood, I closed my eyes. And float a spellbook in your brain.

He told me to stroke him, so I don't open the book and imagine him stroking the cover instead.

Then in his brain, with a heavy voice as if he had struck a large bell, a certain word sounded.

Title, lone wolf.

Picture of a cover howling in the woods with just one. The title rings in my head. No, it's not just the title. Words keep coming up.

"What the hell is this, wow..."

Unexpectedly leaks his voice.

Natural healing, improved perceptual abilities, and so on, line up behind the lid without shifting items in Japanese.

Isn't this supposed to improve my abilities?

'That's the title,' Pitica affirmed, as if she had read her mind.

"Empowering True Enlightenment. Consciousness only makes you aware, if you love, you only love, and it helps you to truly understand. That's the role of the title '

Pitica's voice came closer and closer, and she softly touched my cheek.

"Wolf."

"What, does it even look like Pitica?

"Beautiful hairy, big wolf. Very good. '

Being praised for my painting made me sexually happy.

Because it's depicted here as the first 'he' I've met.

Nature and words came out of my mouth.

"He was a noble wolf. And he told me how to kill each other."

"It's important."

Saying so.

Petin and a cute noise rang from my cheek.

What, they just binta you? and opened his eyes in surprise, but Pitica, who would have bintered, had turned her back.

I can't get a peek at that look from this one, but the cheeks I could see from between my hair felt a little puckered and swollen. Are you mad? Why?

"Uh, Pitica?

"Close."

My voice is returning to the younger version.

What, you're done, even though Question Time is over!?

"Oh, yeah! Just a little more."

"No, no, no."

The majestic atmosphere faded and completely returned to Pitica in toddler mode.

No, is it more rude to ask for more?

Because they taught me two very important things.

You have to be respectful.

I took a softly upright position and lowered my head deeply.

"Thank you, Professor. I will refine what you have taught me and not waste it."

"Huh."

When I looked up, Pitica stared unchanged and faceless.

But his eyes were satisfied.

Then I took a stroll through the nearby woods with guidance from Pitica, and when it was dinner time and I thought I'd go back to the town of Salla, at Pitica's suggestion, I decided to have her stay today.

Broccoli, you made me. Cream stew, roast beef and white bread for dinner this evening.

It's hardly different from the real world flavoring, I'd rather prefer this one.

The bloody medium rare meat goes well with the red wine sauce and goes well with the soft white bread. It keeps getting into my stomach.

During the meal, when I saw cauliflower in the soup, I remembered a fairy tale called "The Rabbit of the Moon Jumped into the Fire to Offer Us to the Old Man," but didn't put it in my mouth.

I'm sure that's an overthought, isn't it?

After dinner, after I had an origami with Pitica, I was supposed to take a bath.

but there was a stifling here.

Pitica wanted to come in with me.

Though I'm a girl, I can't mix baths, but dog-eared toddlers don't have ears to listen to. You have big ears.

Pitica, who boiled her business, ends up threatening to "grow her hair if she doesn't come in with me".

Yeah, I'll stretch, too.

However, by installing the promise of "sleeping in bed with me," he managed to fit in.

And when I was up from the bath and decorating the room with the origami made by Pitica, Pitica's eyes gradually became dull. The number of yawns is also increasing.

I thought it was time for the limit, and me and Pitica decided to sleep in the bedroom upstairs in our bed together.

"Singo, talk to me?

Pitica, with only half her face out of the duvet, creeps in.

Talk to me.

I barely remember a fairy tale or anything, but I'm going to standard here in Peach Taro.

Even in this cultural area, does it convey the content of the story well? I thought, "If you break a peach in the first place, it's a blistering story like a kid popping up, so, well, it's just useless to think about. When I talked to her, Pitica liked this peach taro.

Along the way, he asks me questions about things that bothered him.

"Kivida, Ngo?

"Kibi dough.... Is dough in this world? Pitica, do you know the dough?

"I know."

"Oh, there he is. Good. It's a dumpling made of grain called acne." "Hmm."

"Dogs, monkeys...... pheasants?

"The pheasant... how do I explain it? Some kind of red-faced, flashy bird." "Hmm."

"Ghosts?"

"He's a big man in underwear with horns on his forehead." "Mmm."

"Treasure, return it to the village?

"I guess I didn't give it back. Look, if you keep your mouth shut... right?" "Mm."

Where the obvious Pitica question came up, I thought I'd talk to Taro Urashima the next time, and somehow Pitica was resting with Sue.

Feels fluffy on my fingers. When I saw it, Pitica's little hand was holding my finger.

Smile all the time.

Releasing her fingers gently, she put Pitica's hand in her blanket.

(Thank you, Pitica. Good night)

I slapped my stomach from the top of the pom pom and futon and closed my eyes too.

The spellbook rises and strokes its cover with love.

Each word that comes up one after the other is carefully indulged.

In doing so, at some point my consciousness sank into my sleep.

Title Lone Wolf

Effect

Improved natural healing power

Magic Resilience Improved

Improved neurotransmission rate

Improved pain tolerance

Improved perceptual abilities

The next morning.

It seems that today is the day Pitica goes to Grandma's to get her money, and here we say goodbye. I'm glad I had a proper family, and I was heartfelt relieved.

Broccoli, I tell Pitica of Boossa in her sleeping habit, having the breakfast you made me.

"If you're going to your grandmother's, you should take some souvenirs."

"Omi Yashi?

He asks back as he drops his wiener bolon from the fork if he's still asleep.

"Yes, a souvenir. I'm sure the old lady will love it."

"Mmm."

My lovely grandson came and brought me even more souvenirs and no one would be unhappy.

Finish your breakfast and unwrap Pitica's bomberhead with a pint.

And eventually, the time for goodbye arrived.

Pitica is dropping me off from the front door of the log house.

……

But it was silent.

As the time for departure approached, the mouth count grew smaller and smaller, and I finally pressed for silence.

Pitica says nothing and clutches the hem of her long skirt with a nagging grip.

Like putting up with something.

I was about to go outside, and once I was back in the dirt,

I didn't stop you from leaving. To say something important.

Break your knees in front of the nagging pitika and take your gaze to the same height.

"Pitica, will you give me a hand?

Pitica hands honestly with a question mark in her soaking moist eyes.

I put crystal fangs on that little palm. [M]

"This, what?

"This is an important medal I've earned for my life."

"Damn it?

"Yes, the medal. I'll give that to Pitica."

"Will you? Why?

"Because it's a testament to my friends. I want my friend Pitica to have it."

……

"Will you get it?

".................. ugh!

Understanding what I said, Pitica clings to her neck like a jump when she looks up at Gabba.

A tail that doesn't put much emotion on the table is swinging as far left and right as you want.

Glad to see it, I gently pulled Pitica away from my body.

"I'll be back to see you."

"Not at all? Not at all?

"Yeah, I'm definitely coming to see you. If you don't mind, come to town with Pitica?

"Hmm! Absolutely!

At the same time as I replied, I hugged him again.

In those eyes, there were no more tears.

I gave Pitica the name of the hotel and Stella, the Adventurer Guild, and I followed the scene.

It's good to see you.