Wolf Barrel 5.56

There is such a thing as weak loading.

This refers to bullets that have reduced the amount of gunpowder and can reduce the power and recoil more than normal.

Even amateurs can shoot safely with this weakly loaded bullet, so it is widely used in places where you can experience live ammunition shooting such as Guam.

I wonder why you're talking about it, because I figured I could do the same thing with the bullet I produce.

Immediate experimentation when you think of it.

After many attempts, the power to destroy the thick skull could be lowered to the point of breaking the trunk of the tree. You can shoot a human body with this as long as it breaks a bone.

It sucks when it hits your head, though.

Weak bullets.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to be of any use, but it actually has a proper use.

By using this weakly loaded bullet, you can disable or intimidate your opponent without hurting them more than you need to.

When I first met Mr. Lucca, those robbers.

If they fired a couple of weak loads, too, they would have gotten rid of it without difficulty.

These weak bullets are also needed for activities in different worlds.

And the idea was a perfect hit.

By the way.

"Strong loading", which increased the amount of gunpowder, could not be produced.

This is going to continue to be verified.

Two hours by carriage from the town of Salla.

There is a resting place called Totori.

This lounge is a service area and similar facilities, with tea houses and simple accommodation to heal the labor of travellers and pedestrians on long journeys, as well as adventurers.

It also carries out the task of relaying and assisting general correspondence such as letters.

It's like a place to stay in a time play.

With such a totality, something troubling had happened recently.

A group of young men came to wander into this place.

Ages range from 15 to 18.

All of them are upperclassmen called "nobles".

They have a beautiful identity and an incompatible sword or spear in one hand, and they walk wide in the facility with our faces.

I hope that's all, but the problem is they're having trouble on a daily basis.

Food and drink without money is a cute thing.

Damage to passing carriage horses, or frightening money if it's tolls.

Roll over the carriage, or wreak havoc on the store mess.

They do whatever they want.

Besides, I don't get my hands on 'dangerous people if I stimulate' such as adventurers and guards.

Only those who are in a weak position to not resist themselves will be targeted.

Assuming you're going to complain, "hey, Gola," "you're not going to!," he exclaims, awesome, flickering his sword and threatening, waving unilateral violence. Identity is overwhelmingly better for them. So it's barbaric after a good calculation that the opponent can't fight back in a detour.

Neither do the adventurers who remember their arms try to flatter their unsolicited behavior, as they can see from their own eyes that they are noble. Because I don't want to create an extra wave and negatively affect my future work. The guards are the same on the right.

The word aristocracy has so much influence in this Cannibal country.

And they understood the matter properly, too.

As a result, Totori turned into their playground.

The person in charge of partitioning the resting place was very troubled, and he was unable to offer it directly to the noble parents, and consulted the Adventurer's Guild.

So, it's my turn.

I'll tell you first.

I'm so upset right now.

Let's get back to this morning.

With the track record of hunting 42 Rabbit Claws alone and the increase in magic power to 28, my ratings rose only by a scratch.

That's when Mr. Stella recommended this assignment.

The specifics are to persuade the nobles of Totori to take them to this town of Salla.

The opponent is an amateur group with no combat experience.

They don't have an escort. The reason is unknown.

Also for this time only, a minimum level of safety is guaranteed because the guild staff will accompany them.

It's a good opportunity to learn what the actual assignment is like on your skin.

Yes, Stella explained it to me, and I accepted.

Just get in the two-headed sailcarriage and leave the town of Salla.

I left the driver to the staff, and when I sat in the back seat, I just started working on getting the weak loads into the magazine. As the thumb moves, a 9-millimeter parabellum bullet that makes the fangs of the beast fit into the magazine one shot at a time.

An accompanying Alliance official told me where they were going to meet.

Then there's the thing, dos. I can't contain black feelings from gushing out.

If I hadn't repeated the simple task like this, my emotions were going to be on the table.

The nobles, who annoyed the scattered, go to the guild of Salla after this, where they are scolded a little and let go lightly. That's all. There's nothing to blame.

There are laws in this country, and if you sin, you will naturally be punished.

But we need witnesses to prove the sin 'unequivocally'. If we don't have exactly the evidence and the witnesses, the sin won't get any heavier. I end up on bail.

So.

Noblemen put pressure on their victims and witnesses under the name of bargaining.

Let me grip the money. You know that, right? They say it works.

Of course I have a lawyer, and if I give you money, you can have a great one.

That's why the other day, someone who got burned with hot water was crying.

Fuck you.

I feel nauseous just imagining the faces of the people I'm about to meet.

But what I'm entrusted with is only persuasion.

"Except in self-defense," attacks are strictly forbidden.

I understand it with my head.

But the gray hairy emotions, they didn't understand.

A frustration with no place to go is boiling like a magma in my stomach.

Eventually.

The time has come to explode.

10: 00 am.

Arrive at the scene earlier than planned.

When I jumped off the carriage, I tried to get to a teahouse with people in the line.

But the man in the driver's seat hurriedly calls off his back.

"Wait!

……

Stop shaking your legs and look back.

"Look, we were only sent to settle things peacefully, and we didn't come here to crack them down by force, did we? You know that around here, don't you?

"Ha!"

"No, even if they say it with those bloody eyes"

Officials have a roundabout look.

"I should still go with you."

"No, let me do it alone!

"But"

"It's okay!

When I told him to be one-sided, he cheeked like he was in trouble.

Eventually.

"Okay. Try it alone first."

"Thank you very much!

However, he adds.

"Except if you think I'm dangerous, you'll be in between soon, right? In doing so, follow all my instructions. No objections. Like?"

"Ha! Stop me if I'm about to kill a butch by mistake of force!

"... I'm talking about your safety, aren't I? And what do you mean, kill a butch?

"Bet on it!

"Male, what is that feverish hanging noise? You know what I mean? We're talking about this, right?

"I'm coming!

"Ah, here."

Wait, I threw my voice out of my ear and turned to the teahouse.

It's okay. Forget me in anger, I don't do anything nasty like running ahead.

This is only a peaceful discussion.

So 'pre-emptive attack' is strictly forbidden.

You need to subtly 'provoke' your opponent and 'let him get his hands on it first'.

In public, too.

When it comes to getting your hands on you, you're not going to be attacked by a congratulatory opponent. All you have to do is let me pull out my sword and pose as if I'm dangerous to anyone's eyes.

The exercise of my right to self-defence is thus concluded.

After that, I look forward to it.

Aim your eyes at the gradually approaching teahouse.

I spoke in my heart to the people who were hanging out there.

If you don't understand people's pain, I'll tell you.

I stepped into the iron fire, cockroaching my neck.