Wolf Barrel 5.56

"Again."

I shrugged as I dropped my eyes on the paperwork.

Keep your weight on your back.

Then the chair, made of black dragon skin, wrapped my back just fine without raising the discomfort.

The document at hand is the subject's investigation report drawn up by a subordinate of the abdominal heart.

It arrived just now.

The period is two days, but its content was a substitute for overriding previous reports from the ground up.

There are a total of two magics I could confirm first.

What was newly confirmed was debris magic specializing in close range combat.

Later I realized that two "boxes with debris seeds" were fitted on my left leg in a previously obtained photograph. Because the box is unusually small, I didn't think so, but apparently it was what I imagined.

This near-range rubble magic was used in Totori to know how much.

Although the magic appeared early, its power was so low that it clapped out. But the document contains an annotation that says, "You may be deliberately losing your power to suppress the mob".

If so, does that mean it's not magic as it was denominated?

Next, we could also confirm the existence of a magic barrier.

Observed in the measuring instrument, it says that the general degree of barrier has protective properties.

But like the general wizard, he points out that the problem is the inability to fix space by floating. Floating magic is advantageous until it emerges, but when the barrier is completed, gravity becomes obedient. I also float when deforming it, but it is also temporary.

Now, it's just a board.

I can't operate properly without holding it by hand or gluing it to my body.

What an inconvenient story.

But there was something extraordinary about the high level of technical skill, adhering it to the ground and fixing it.

If you can freely increase the thickness of the barrier, will it be quite an object?

I think the future efforts of the user around here will be something like that.

Next, the debris firing interval.

That was incredibly short.

Short-range rubble magic is cutting two seconds. Relatively fast is not a level.

Even the fast emerging ice dagger takes an average of three seconds to fire the next bullet.

Besides, the aim is accurate.

In order for the debris to fly horizontally, the magic 'cylinder' must be turned horizontally towards the target. The target audience, however, carries out its special work at a considerable rate. It was marked with a protrusion attached to the tip, and it said it was aiming. If so, is that exactly what you can move so far?

My theory that this ticuzine is a military-trained boy soldier in the world he was in is no longer out of place.

Even if...

Come on.

This is how you've been getting so annoyed to just look out of the glass case.

I took my face off the paperwork and looked up at the ceiling.

The ceiling in the office is beautiful because you no longer smoke. It is as coal-fired as I think it is in a charcoal-baked cabin such as that in the private room.

Think while looking at the beautiful ceiling paper.

This report was completely separate from that of Alji.

But I didn't feel like blaming Alji.

(Seems to have been harassed)

In addition to the investigation report, I had received another copy, another document.

It was a report of obstruction by a third party.

If you feel like it, you can grab the root of the killer right away.

But I dared not allow it. When someone finds out what I've instructed them to do, it's a hassle.

If we don't even find out that the subject is ticuzine, it won't be a problem.

They're sprinkling pseudo-bait to cover up the truth.

That's enough now.

If I sniff it out, I just need you to be in an 'accidental accident'.

In the first place, this interference is of no great significance in itself.

That's the same paperwork I'm being dealt with.

This stuff is all I don't have to do.

It's just a 'chain', so to speak, to keep me from moving out of this office.

But I understand everything, I dare not differ, I obey adults.

Because this is what I need to do in order to achieve my goals.

Years ago.

For one purpose I overthrew the peace route in this country 180 degrees and resorted to coercive means.

Well, if you're thankful, we started the war.

I deliberately rode the cheap provocations of the surrounding countries and went up on the mound to do it.

But when it came to war, it did not develop into a large-scale military clash.

Why do you think?

That's because I was, 'I was finishing everything before it started'.

By the time I got up on the mound, the battle had been decided.

That was where the war was over.

Speaking of war, the army folks believe it's still about working time with Chintara to gather numbers, setting up a number of frivolous bases like Anttsuka, meeting Bakaska with massive magic at fixed points, and bumping people into each other on the plains.

I'm still tied to my 100-year-old common sense that higher quantities win.

Then we can't do it anymore.

From now on, things like that will no longer work.

Those are the times that are bound to come. It's too late to change it since "then" arrived.

Even if you don't bother to align a thousand personnel in one place, you can strike inside the enemy in a small number if you operate the exact personnel. If you slap there with a few separate teams, the battle will be over in no time.

The time to hit 200 against 100 is over.

Let them destroy the inside with a good 1 against 100 and instantly crush the head that came out with a 10.

As long as you have "speed", "accurate information" and "front and rear cooperation", you don't have to imitate the power push from the front.

In order to show it to the military on their skin, they also let the '175 Troops' do one outstanding role.

Performance, so to speak.

It took the lives of an enemy country, you know.

Naturally there was no such thing as a war disaster, and in less than a month the war quenched.

The national strategy I led was a success and this country was to gain peace and further prosperity.

The rest will use the funds and time gained to gauge further arms expansion.

That was exactly what I was aiming for.

But this was the problem from here.

An overwhelming military victory led to the planting of suspicions in the centre of the Cannibal State that could not easily be dispelled. If I make a change of heart and that fang goes domestic, this country will disintegrate. Such paranoia swelled at will, and the bureaucrats became frightened at will. No, you're an asshole. How stupid are you?

But I can't even ignore it.

Fear seems to be spreading inside the country, which could be an obstacle to future planning.

So I, after the war, renounced force, renounced both honor and rights, and expressed it in public. I also swore an oath before my father, the king. "I only became a ghost when I thought of the people, I'm not the bad guy to have a coup to bun the throne from my father," he appealed, as even fools could see.

Yet it didn't work very well.

On the contrary, my obvious attitude has made my suspicious eyes even stronger.

Huh.

"... cowards" head to the void and throw up.

Is that a dried carrot hanging in your groin? You bums.

Eventually, we were to discard some of the plans that stood out. To avoid any further 'plan' delays, I have been heavily monitored here and have decided to have anyone other than me move under the water.

I'm dying in my spare time, but I just have to be patient.

Until then, I...

We had to make the Cannibal country a military powerhouse at an early stage.

Sooner or later, this country, no, this whole world, will know war in its true sense.

It is swallowed up by the wars created by a vortex called ticuzine.

Reform was needed for that time.

To that end, we only used the earlier military clashes.

The Cannibal State needed to be allowed to have the fact that it would not condone the enemy State.

That's why I didn't dare forgive the prisoners.

During the enactment of the Pact of Reconciliation, compensation was also attached in such a way as to strike a blow to the economy of the other country, as well as ownership of more than one natural resource, its transfer, etc.

And threatened him to swallow all his demands.

I had to make sure that the precedent told the story, even if I didn't put it in my mouth.

What kind of country is Cannibal?

Tell the enemy what to do.

In preparation for the coming 'Day of Disaster', the Cannibal State needed to transform itself from a peaceful bokeh country into a vicious military power that ravaged everything at the moment it defined itself as an enemy nation.

Someone had to.

That's why I did it.

To protect the future of this country. And for a better future for the people to love, not for the country's - pigs who talk to us, who don't think anything, don't think nothing, produce nothing, and only criticize the wealth and peace we built in the bloodbath, as if they were bait coming down from heaven, devouring a pig's mouth in front of us and even figuring out the circumstances that we don't really know.

"... hu"

I shake my head and kick out the stress I've built up around my eyebrows.

It was neither the people nor the bureaucrats who guided and acted first on the future of this country.

It was another inhabitants.

I gently stroked Tsuru's head with my index finger as he decorated the corners of his desk.

I have an appointment with an old friend, so I have no choice but to be in my current position.

I don't love the people or anything.

All I love is' em '.

It's not a hundred years after all the pigs I'm keeping, it's just 'em' and 'the promise'.

And that promise I made with a friend, it's time to live up to it.

When that happens, I'll let you back off the stage.

I have something else to do.

"Pig Shack Remodeling" is about to be a big deal.

The Security Pact is generally good, too.

If that ghost joins hands with the empress of the nesting island, it will be even easier to do it in the future.

Besides, in the 'Special Agencies', considerable results have already been achieved.

We're almost there.

In a few moments, the basement will be ready.

That much thought, I rubbed my eyeballs.

As I labored my eyes that kept chasing ant-like letters.

To comfort myself being made to pose as a dog owner.

However,

It's time for the limits to wait.

This is definitely the one who's hurrying my feelings.

I pick a single picture with my fingers.

There was an audience, Ogami Singo, who was rambling in disregard of his mandate.

You look like you're having fun.

I envy you, you bastard.

Play the part of your face with your index finger.

Then, as if that were a signal, I heard a knock on the door.

Upon response, a single clerk entered the room.

"Dear Claudia, Ready for metastatic magic, ready."

"Oh."

Not by now, I'm not saying.

Because this is also part of a chain connected to my body.

I'll be honest with you now. Not now.

The moment I stood up thinking so - I felt like Tsuru had said something.

I couldn't hear the words.

It's just a hallucination. But the hearing was a terrible nostalgia.

I smiled lonely towards Tsuru.

Don't come out disguised, Pitica.