Wolf Barrel 5.56

A room in the Royal Castle of Cannibal.

In that room, where the red carpet is laid, there is no such decoration. It was originally prepared in a variety of ways, but because it was a mess and an eyesight disorder, I removed it all in one place.

The only thing that allowed me to put it down was a presidential desk decorated with beautiful sculptures. And only the finest chair, made of the skin of the belly of the Black Dragon, processed through a vast process and effort. That's enough.

Hip down on the chair,

"Dear Claudia, this way."

"Oh."

I received a report from a subordinate.

Unseal and check the contents.

There was a week-long record of the subject's behavior and a photograph by telephotography.

Wake up at 6 a.m.

5km jogging around the town of Salla.

Then thirty short-range dashes.

Return to the hotel for arm standing and abs and spine training. Especially with your abs and spine in mind.

After training, apart from the hotel's breakfast menu, consume no less than 500 ml of milk. At that time, the dried soybean powder is dissolved and drunk. It seems that the purpose is not for preference, but for the intake of quality protein.

It is inferred from driving speed, exercise intensity and number of repetitions that the general motor ability of the human species is about twelve years of age.

(Still, ticuzine is significantly less athletic)

Read ahead while one person is convinced.

The main activity of the target audience is hunting. I make a living hunting rock boars.

The photograph showed the moment when the subject was still trying to unleash exactly the magic.

On hand is a crisp copy of the 'phenomenon' that emerged with magic.

At first glance, there is no philosophy whatsoever, the magic of earthly attributes.

eject an elongated ore like this boomerang as it rotates forward......?

If so, this setup is unreasonable.

He stands on one knee and supports Boomerang from the bottom. If you keep ejecting like this, you can make a quiet choice between your left hand, your right hand, and your right cheek meat?

As I proceeded to read with such doubts, I came to know that what I had imagined from the photograph was completely different from what it actually was.

I get so interested, I follow the letters further side-by-side with my eyes.

But gradually, a wrinkle crept between my eyebrows.

Tongue pounding in my mouth anyway.

Oh, my God. Shit. I don't remember asking for the kid's picture diary.

The key part is Sukkaska.

"Alj."

"Ha"

A young man's men, called by name, stepped forward with their hands behind their back.

He created this picture diary.

I was highly educated, and I heard you had a lot of experience in the field, so I left it to you - did you miss the nomination?

I told him only clerically while hiding my inner disappointment.

"This is the only obscurity about this' rubble 'magic. Explain. What is the definition of rubble magic in the first place?"

"Ha"

Alji replied briefly, opening the thick material held aside.

"The target audience used the magic of accelerating, ejecting and hitting targets at high speeds by passing several mm diameter magic bullets through the cylinder of magic that simultaneously manifested itself"

"So rubble (crumble)? Is the principle like a cannon?

"Probably the same. However, hitting accuracy is not comparable to cannons, and penetration is excellent."

"I see. Does this rubble magic fly like an arrow into a mountain?

"No, I fly almost in a straight line"

Oh, well.

Was that odd structure meant to keep the cylinder infinitely horizontal?

I'm sorry to say it's unreasonable.

"... hmm? What is this?

I twist my neck pointing to one picture.

The photograph was of the subject gluing just a square box under the cylinder.

"What is this doing?

"I put a couple of 'seeds' of debris in this box and it seems to be going through the inside of the cylinder"

"Can't you shoot debris without gluing the box?

"Seems so"

"That's complicated. Well, good. Is the attribute still dirt?

"Yes."

Because it's a chunk of iron.

But that's an incredible thing. Accelerate and eject the magic sphere with this iron mass?

You're like a slingshot (pussy) for bird shooting.

On hand, a scene in which the subject is unleashing magic is housed in a series of photographs.

Second, I noticed something.

"Why are you slightly disobeying your torso after the attack? A habit?"

No, and Alji.

"Apparently, there's a recoil when shooting magic, and I was wondering if you were losing your posture at that time"

"You think it's recoil?" I raise one eyebrow. "Is there a recoil to shooting magic?

"Seems so"

I don't know.

Is it like holding a small cannon in your arm alone and leaning back with firing energy?

But that happens because the driving force is gunpowder.

This is magic, isn't it?

"Can't we just let them float and shoot?

"Floating could not be confirmed"

Right, nod.

Recoil, hey. That's a lot of magic with big flaws.

No, you should write about these important things in your report from the beginning, bokeh.

If I hadn't noticed, were you just gonna leave it there?

My temples cramp, but I suppress that with just my temper.

Once I was unsure whether I should point out the deficiencies in the report...... I stopped.

That's not the place to be.

So the commander has to preach to his men at the front base about how to write the paperwork?

This exchange itself is strange in the first place.

What's it say here? Uh hey! The nursery or this place...

Pre-education for what, at all.

Enough, next.

"You said it had excellent penetration performance. How much, exactly?"

"The maximum power in the confirmation has penetrated the rock boar's armor in one blow. It should be noted that the target audience was trying to shoot at this time."

Indeed, despite the low magic value, there is penetration performance.

And you continue to experiment and error on your own?

It's called spontaneous workouts, you're already impressed with wizards.

It's very different from the wizards of this world.

"What will be the effective range (maximum distance you can hit your target enough)?

"The maximum we can confirm is 120 meters for the stationary target."

"Against fast moving targets?

"Currently under investigation"

"Besides this rubble magic, can you use any magic?

"There is one type of confirmation, and we are investigating it in more detail."

"Right."

Well, it's a week in top secret activities.

The pictures at hand also stretched the mindfulness taken from long distances to the limit.

I think we've tightened Sara's security too tight.

"So, is there a difference between general magic? Save the special magic. A waste of time."

"Ha. The difference with general magic is that it has a short prep time to activate"

"How short is it?

"It's an average of ten seconds. Within thirty seconds at the latest, they were ready to attack."

Hmm, and crush inside.

Well, does it fall into the category of short?

This neighborhood is no different from the wizards over here.

"What will be the firing interval?

"180 seconds minimum."

I turn my suspicious eyes to Alji.

"... is that for sure?

"I can't say for sure because there are few samples, but from what I can confirm, it will be 180 seconds."

"The only thing with that sample is hunting, right?

"Ha"

"Well, let me know what you think, I've seen the scene first-hand, not the sample numbers"

"I still think 180 seconds is the limit of the target."

"What other possibilities come to mind?

"I was wondering if there was anything in particular."

Unconsciously, the muscles next to my nose cramped.

"Right..."

Enough, it's not this messy study group right now.

I have nothing to say to an asshole who doesn't even realize 'such a possibility'.

Let's just get the information we need.

I can't go out with you.

Feeling like chewing only the sweetest part of the fruit and throwing the rest away, ask the next question.

"Is there any other difference?

"Ha. Examples are the unusually small consumption involved in magic activation"

"What did you do with the measurements?

"Telephoto Magic Meter Type II."

Then you can still trust that number.

"Okay. Can you metaphor the approximation of consumption with general magic?

"I thought it was about the searchlight of the fire attribute."

Can people kill you to the point of illuminating your feet?

You're a horrible kid.

"Ask me straight in. Alj."

"Ha"

"How would you rate this person's abilities?

"Even if you look out for the numbers, it seems like it's about the junior wizard at best"

"Ask why. Speak."

"Ha. The magic of this person makes it impossible to even penetrate the armor of the street police force. Also as early as activation, the firing interval is very long, even if it has penetration and hitting power, as long as it prevents a blow. From the wizard Theory of putting up a barrier when attacking, it seems that the barrier cannot be deployed or maintained on the target audience. More importantly, it is fatal to have too low a magic level. So even one medium equipped infantry can handle it well enough."

……

When I finished asking, I was thinking that way about how to release this guy elsewhere.

Now I'm sure.

90% of this information is trash.

Alji has not seen the essence at all. No, I'm not even trying to see it.

For Alji, the target audience was anchored in the image of a wizard who used incomplete magic with magic 28 and was not enough to take it.

Is it because of this that the statement about magic was unusually thin?

I decided there was no threat, so I didn't want to bother you with my hand, so you deleted the crappy earthly magic description.

Thank you for your attention. Thanks to you, it's a hassle twice.

"That's enough, back off."

Tell him to throw up.

After making sure the door closed, I rounded up the paperwork at hand and threw it away in the trash.

By the way, a trash can is a floor.

Sigh. Yeah, smoke. I'm patient because Master Pitica doesn't like it, but I need about a box to relieve this stress.

Stare at the turtle's origami placed in the corner of the desk.

Then a slight hallucination echoed in the back of my brain.

(Mm-hmm.)

Reminds me of Pitica's head, which is very comfortable to touch.

Then I felt rough and relaxed.

I decided to get back on my mind and only pick up the information I could use from as many reports as I had just made to rebuild the nature of the subject in my brain.

First of all, the magic used by this person is entirely specific to interpersonal combat.

It's the magic of 'just' to kill people.

Precisely aim for steeples and smash compressed magic bullets at high speeds, causing them to destroy the interior by armor or avoiding armor.

At first glance it's plain, but there's hardly any better interpersonal magic in interpersonal combat.

Fire arrows in fire attributes and ice daggers in water attributes can do the same, but hitting accuracy and range distance are not comparable. By the way, if you can't hit it, you can increase the number, which is the Wizard's logic. Can you believe that? This is the truth.

The wizards of this world are only obsessed with power and appearance and do not try to produce these interpersonal magics. You really think the magic of defeating a big monster is effective in interpersonal combat.

I don't need a flame that melts rocks to kill people. People die just by stabbing needles in steeples.

That's the same for both ghosts and dragons. A principle common to all things.

High-powerful magic is not always conducive to combat.

Rather, excessive destruction can only hinder the performance of the operation.

The wizards of this world do not try to understand such a simple logic. What I know would be a very small number. Even a small minority of wizards.

Damn, those are tough idiots.

Plus, it's a big mistake that the launch interval is 180 seconds.

This man, though a wizard, is obstinately building his belly and spine. Besides, be mindful of taking protein right after exercise.

And this magic has recoil.

Under the cylinder there are multiple 'seeds' of debris installed.

I mean, you're suppressing recoil when you 'fire' the rubble with your abs and spines, right?

This ogre can eject the next rubble at high speeds.

Otherwise, I wouldn't take such a halfway kneeling stance.

If the firing interval were really 180 seconds, from further afield, he would attack with a belly posture such as that of renouncing travel, giving priority to hit accuracy and posture maintenance.

If the enemy approaches you, you'll be in trouble.

There is no way that a subject who even repeats this trial and error will choose to stand on their knees, which can be moved immediately depending on the circumstances, for no reason.

You can spend money. The firing interval for this person is short. Amazingly so, too.

Mostly boar hunting. Where's the hunter shooting the bow in a row?

It would be decided to keep the number of attacks down so as not to hurt the prey more than necessary.

Why wouldn't a kid like this notice a hint like that?

I'm sure Alji made an intense impression that the target audience was a cuss with pre-purchased information. I'm disqualified as an intelligence agent.

I was the one who only told you to look into the subject. Just in case it's about magic, maybe I got a different report back.

But that's not me, isn't it? Isn't that what investigators notice right away in the field?

Can't you get a convincing document if you don't pay that much attention?

Because this country is over.

Besides.

Someone who can target 120 meters away will shoot at the thickest part of the armor on purpose.

How do you fight, the armor performance an individual carries? Whatever.

Alji said something about a medium-sized infantry.

He's unskilled, how do you make him fight it?

No way. You're gonna let him hold the big shield and let him approach you from the front?

He ended up being struck by a few shots into his shield by the intimidation, targeting thin areas of his tibia and hands, circling around where his movements were dull, and shooting through the gap between his helmet and armor. I can't even scream.

The same goes for wizards.

There's a brittle part of the barrier, isn't there? The part where the magic is uneven. Right there, right there.

The target accidentally slips the penetrating magic sphere precisely, in a terrible orbit called a straight line. That's how you smash the contents.

From 120 meters away.

It also consumes a lot of magic to illuminate your feet.

I wonder how many wizards can do the same in Salla?

Indeed, it would still be developing.

There are a number of points that have been made to ignore and force unfavourable conditions.

Everything is immature: muscle strength, power, magic, equipment, funding.

But that would also be a matter of time.

There is no way that those who go so far thoroughly and repeat their ideas themselves and train will not grow.

The way I think the wizard is supposed to be is this target audience.

Indulge in your magic and continue to 'improve' rather than 'develop'.

This guy will be a monster right now.

I was hoping for Alji's report, which was prepared with that understanding.

At this minute, you won't even be able to count on the activation prep time.

It was a complete waste of time.

By the way, I hate waste.

Ah, shit! Master Pitica, stroke it!

Why do I have to do such a chipmunk?

I hate it, this is what I do!

I am!

"Ha."

Sigh with heat, like water vapor blowing out of the cracks of the volcano.

"Wouldn't it still have been better if I had gone?

Standing next to me, my red-haired husband opened his mouth thinly.

Right, and I'll return the word briefly.

I'm the only direct subordinate who hates having a subordinate.

"What do you think of this man?

"There are a lot of holes, but if you go through a couple of real battles, it instantly turns into something. Even at the moment, 'as long as the situation is fixed', I can't stand my teeth to the extent of a primary wizard"

"In a medium equipped infantry?

"I was wondering if it would be just right for the target."

I guess.

I should have left it to this guy at all, without subcontracting this investigation.

Well, it's a later festival now.

"I'll leave it to you after that. I'll take care of it. Start over from one."

"Got it. So, there's one more report."

"What?"

"Salla's Adventurer Guild has submitted an application for a" Secret Service Development and Protection Program. "

"Are you an ogre?

"Ha."

Right. You noticed the savvy guy.

Speaking of Sara...... oh, there were those guys.

"How would you like it?

"Withdraw your application. Keep the rating 'discreet' too. And then, yeah, give it an affordable assignment and see how it goes."

"Ha."

I put both twists on my desk and put my hands together and jaw on.

That said, I can't grasp numbers or letters alone.

I still have to make sure with my own eyes. Not at all.

"And I need you to go through the process of the Metastatic Formation."

"Yes, sir."

In my heart I apologized to my little friend, "That's bad".

That was before Shingo went to Totori.