Wolf Barrel 5.56

When Pitica and I broke up, I decided to hunt for a rock boar for the cost of going home.

The procedure is the same as yesterday.

There was nothing wrong and the first one was terminated with M4A1.

Around there, I noticed something strange about my body.

The burden was light. Surprisingly so, too.

Because M4A1 is costly, I pay attention to summoning every time.

Summon with the magazine out of the barrel. It is strictly forbidden to be used with pistols. Even with those ideas, they take about half of their magic.

On top of that, there is the cost of shooting one shot at a time, and even more magic is needed to maintain the gun body.

Fuel consumption is as stupid as American cars. I've never been on it.

But not today.

The moment he summoned M4A1, he remained calm as if he had summoned a pistol, without any discomfort from his magic consumption.

For confirmation, after finishing the first rock boar, I decided to keep the M4A1 intact without turning it off and ambush the second one.

Remove the pocket watch by clapping it in the bag and allowing it to maintain the kneeling posture while weighing the exact time.

About twenty minutes later, I discovered the second one.

Finish with one shot, make sure you have more room, and continue the ambush.

Around the time I finished the third one, I felt slightly uncomfortable, so the experiment was terminated.

As a result, the M4A1 could be left out and ambushed for two hours.

I couldn't have done this yesterday. [M]

What the hell happened to my body?

Think about your changes while you work on dismantling rock boars.

Eventually I came to one conclusion.

Maybe there's more magic.

I understand that one of the effects of the title "Lonely Wolf", "Improving Magic Resilience", is working. But there's no way I can do this without an increase in the total amount in the first place.

I also have an idea of why the magic value has increased.

Pitica.

The spirits taking care of Pitica had come together to absorb the magic overflowing from Pitica's body. I mean, I spent the day with Pitica, and I may have kept the favor, too.

But this is all speculation.

It needs to be checked with clarity and numbers.

That's urgent, too!

"Yeah, it's still snuggly!

Rock boar fangs are the buyout part. Try to forcefully break down that fang as if it were a dead tree. I can't. I summoned Beretta to the base of my fangs, slapped her with a magic bullet, butched her in a bag, and returned to town.

(There may be more magic... it may not be 13...)

The footsteps to the town had gradually become quicker and eventually had become a full-blown disease.

Expectations also swell as the heartbeat rises.

There was a smile sticking on my sweaty face at some point.

Maybe it's not 13 anymore!

Back in town in half an hour yesterday, I rushed into the Adventurer's Guild without hesitation.

And.

"Mr. Stella! Please measure your magic now!!

Voices rang out during the entrance.

Stella, who was organizing the paperwork at the counter, dropped the paperwork as a ghost.

"Hey, what's going on, Mr. Ogami?!? Relax."

"Please, take your magic measurements!

"Measurement is you... you know"

Stella sighed at me sniffling. [M]

And say it in a hobby tone.

"Okay? Magic isn't something that will increase yesterday. Well, I haven't even been to the training center."

"I know that very well! But there's probably got to be more! Please!

Hands on the counter, heads down again and again.

Eventually,

"... ha"

Sighing again, Ms. Stella took a seat by putting the paperwork back in the case.

And half an hour later.

"Liar, why!?

Ms. Stella glanced at her stunned eyes, letting her gaze wander over and over again with the paperwork up and down.

As I thought, my magic was growing.

Magic power value 28.

Since the last number was 13, it would have more than doubled at once.

It doesn't reach the magic value of 50 prescribed by the Alliance, but it's still amazing growth.

With that in evidence, Stella, that grown-up sister character, is making a huge mess of herself.

"Tell me why this happened!

Stella grabbed me on both shoulders like an eagle, shaking me up...

In my chest I gave thanks to my little friend. [M]

Thank you, Pitica.

Thanks to you, another step forward.

"Hey, Mr. Ogami, don't be ridiculous. Be honest and confess! I'm not mad at you, am I? Tell your sister everything. Hey, look, if you say so! I'm gonna get mad at you!

Which is it, Mr. Stella?