Wolf Barrel 5.56

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

My screaming woods spirits on a stable with blue lawns.

Freed from the commandment of gravity, I was drawing beautiful parabolas in the blue sky.

Inside a world with upside down upside down.

I realized once again that today was a complaining sunny day.

The first thing I needed was to treat the horses.

You can't go a long way on foot, so naturally, you'll need a horse's foot.

The horse itself can be rented from the guild, but the problem was that I had no experience riding horses at all. The escort must not only carry, but must also travel while protecting the load from the outside enemy. Therefore, we cannot talk about not moving the horse accurately at times of need.

So I was to be trained on horseback riding first.

And here's the thing.

Having danced in the universe for about 5m, I once again dived into the lawn while being held by gravity.

Full body, dirt and lawn all over.

That's what I am.

"Ah-ha. You just flew like a pussy!

Mr. Lucca laughs at Cacca while gracefully riding the white horse.

When I looked up resentfully, my eyes narrowed like flirtatious cats.

Sounds fun and above all.

And the horse who shook me off like a pussy ball laughed at me as I looked at this one. Oh, yeah. Always annoys this guy, too.

In this way, my horse and I had the worst fit.

It's not my fault. Horses make fun of me. [M]

I can handle it to the point of riding.

But after a few minutes of holding the reins, the horse suddenly stopped listening.

If you order me to stop, you'll sail off and sweep me backwards.

If you order me to bend, you decide on a corner drift and sweep me sideways.

If I tell you to run, you jump and sweep me in the vertical direction.

Thanks for the passive practice. Die!

I tried all kinds of horses, but it didn't make a difference that I ran heavenly.

As I was paying for the dirt in frustration, I felt like all the horses in the stable looked over at me and laughed Nitaa.

For a moment, my vision was stained with passion.

"Yeah, that would be fine. I'll blow that longitudinal surface right now. I'll canned it with horsesprick and put it on cardboard and ship it to you friendly, so the horseshit manufacturers in a row. Aaaaaaah!!!!

When I kicked up the lawn and was mad, the horses looked like they had made a small fool of themselves and went back to their trainer. No, no, no, no!

"Kihaha"

That's the voice of Mr. Lucca, who looks at me like that and laughs in his stomach.

It was sucked into the clear blue sky.

In the end, I was to give up traveling on horses.

This is a carriage trip, so I decided to sit in the driver's seat.

Well, I could just have figured out in advance that I couldn't ride a horse.

The price I paid is money and pride, though.

We were passing through the stables to get to the exit.

Large building with as much gymnasium. Horses are connected in such a way as to pinch a single passage.

While walking in it,

"What are you looking at? Ah? Oh?

I totally hated horses, and I kept flying cancer head by head.

(Prepare yourselves. Horsemeat is effective in the diet and so on, and I'm going to artificially hoist the demand in the market around the housewives. In that case, you'll be lining up at the butcher's shop. You're praying to God that won't be the last horse grass. I don't think the word of a horse makes sense to God most of all!! Kishah!!)

Dos, you're walking around thinking about black things like that.

"Oops!?

I was pushed back tongue-in-cheek and relaxed in front of me.

Who pushed it now!? Mr. Lucca is walking forward.

That means.

Even without looking in the mirror, I could see a wrinkle leaning against the center of my face.

Huuuuuuuuuuu...

Aren't you brazen enough to fight and sell to me now, horse? Awwwwww!!

I looked back in the shape of a ghost. I...

"Krull."

I saw the creature there and it turned into a pocan.

Uh, something, it was connected that it wasn't a horse.

He pushed my back just now.

Forgetting my anger, I observed the creature. [M]

The exterior is a large lizard walking on two upright legs.

Close to the familiar Velociraptor in Hollywood dinosaur movies. But for the sake of a fierce look, he looks cute when he looks closely. Big, adorable, manly eyes. The top of the head has triangular ears, which are patchy and moving.

The horse has a back length.

It supports the whole body with long, firm hind legs and the forefoot is shorter than the hind leg. It's like a streamlined shape reminiscent of a racing bike.

The whole body was covered in scales, and its gun-metallic grey scales were so lustrous that they emitted a glow that they wanted to stroke, not to mention.

Is this guy an animal for travel, too? and twist his neck.

That's what being in the stables means.

That's fantasy. I don't think you're full of strange creatures, and I'm impressed.

But I don't know what,

"Kruluuuuuuuuuuuu!

I feel like this dinosaur is being favored from now on.

Are you glad you're seeing me or are you bumbling your long tail? [M] I don't know if it's the same emotional expression as a dog, but at least it doesn't seem hostile. Overall, it is as loving as a big dog.

The urge to stroke it gradually grew.

Dinosaur broomsticks have their jaws fixed with sturdy hardware, so they don't seem to have to worry about being bitten the moment they get their hands on them. The nails are also covered in thick bags, so they don't seem to get caught.

Is there any danger?

... No, but you're still scared.

In front of the fence, repeat your hand or pull in. Then Dinosaur Momoko put his head against the fence, his eyes closed and jiggled to accept me. I was finally relieved to see it, and I gently put my hand on the scale.

Feels good. Touches like an egg.

It's hard, but moist and warm.

I had a cold image of lizards, but this guy seems different.

"Curlululu"

As I stroked with that in mind, the dinosaur shoved his head into my hand with a sweet voice.

At this moment, my eyes swung away.

Oh, she's cute.

She's so cute, this girl.

It's the difference between some horse shit and cloud mud.

Forgetting the time, when I was stroking him obsessively, Mr. Lucca came back to realize that he was not following me.

"Ugh, what are you doing? Is your head sucky enough to get lost on the straight path? What, if I were you, would I pull you with a lead?

"…" So

"I'm not ignoring you!

"Good boy. Good boy." Why?

"Hey, turn around! You're being rude to me!

"I can't let go right now." Why?

"What did you do earlier... you're not a dragon walker"

"Dragon walking?

When I snapped, the dinosaur in front of me shook his head vertically all the time saying, "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

And once the dragon walked out of my hand, he sniffed his back with his nose, and then repeated the motion of looking at me. It's like, "Get in!" and it looks like she has cancer.

"Don't you want me to ride you?

"Looks like it."

"Why don't you do it?...... pkuk"

I care about Mr. Lucca with half a laugh, but apparently he does.

The skinship softened my guard, and when I got over the fence, I went down beside the runaway dragon.

Because I'm a carnivore because I see it already, I thought my body odor would be tight, but there was nothing like that, and I smelled nostalgic like that grass when I fell asleep in a tatami. I might like this smell a lot.

"You smell so good."

That's what I told you, the dragon narrowed his eyes gladly to see if he understood the words.

At the edge of his sight, Mr. Lucca has turned his muzzled gaze. "?" Lifting his neck, Mr. Lucca turned away pussy. I wonder what it was, now.

No, but you're in trouble.

I lay my hands on the back of a dragon, and I was on my way. [M]

I'd like to ride, but I don't have a scaffold.

Forced to jump like a bounce box in this narrow place, and if this kid gets a knee kick in the stomach, it's pathetic. Worried about what was going on, what a surprise it was that the "lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

While I was distracted,

"Thank you, you're a good boy."

I stroked one and spanned the back of a walking dragon.

The back of the walking dragon is flat around the base of the neck and the ride is very comfortable.

I don't need a saddle.

When a squeaky dragon stands, it is likely to reach the high ceiling.

The balance is calm.

Yeah, this is so much better than a horse.

Looking down at Mr. Lucca while I thought so, he looked kind of amazingly complicated. The look was like "falling short of expectations".

It is then.

"What are you doing? Oh!!

The cleaning lady threw away the wax and flew in.

Dragon walking.

A runaway dragon is like a 'fighting dog' in the real world, which seems to be a horrible creature used in betting matches.

Its nature is very fierce.

Even if I catch them at a young age and teach them, it's almost impossible to keep them, and when they become adults, they give them back to the woods because they're out of control.

He was on the back of a beast like that, so the janitor changed his blood phase.

As for Lucca, who knows what's going on, "I'm sorry I thought I'd see you fly again" instead of being evil.

In the meantime, I added one of the markings to my vengeance notes in my heart.

Going home like this was also something, so I decided to call the horse farm owner and run with the dragon to try it out.

I rode it and realized again that this walking dragon is very clever.

I just put on a little weight shift, and you're gonna change direction.

Even when I stop, I just pull the reins a little and they stop. It's not a sudden brake either, but it slows down after thinking about my burden. My hips rarely float because of it.

If you weren't aware of the rider, that wouldn't happen.

Every move was filled with love for me.

I stopped even needing a reins along the way, and I kept stroking the dragon with my empty hands.

Cute.

You're cute.

"It's the first time I've ever seen a dragon walk so far in people's nostalgia"

The owner of the stables called out to us, the bearded uncle of about sixty years of age, for a paragraph in dragon-riding training (?) and playing "fetch" with tree branches.

"Are you such a rough creature of temper?

"It's not rough. If we don't use sasmata for a few people just to move it around, it's not very much, but we can't."

"Huh."

I twist my neck.

The figure of a walking dragon walking a yochiyochi with a branch so that he can't snap a branch and doesn't drop it on his forefoot, no matter how he looks at it anymore, he just looks like a plaything animal. Besides, he was happy to get compliments from me, and his eyes sparkled with tension full max.

By the way, Mr. Lucca is throwing branches the same way next door, but he's always been ignored.

My uncle, the proprietor, who looked at us with such a complicated look, eventually cut us out like this.

"Hey, you, if you want, can you take him?

"Uh, okay?

"Fine or nothing, if you will!

Brighten my face to my response.

"Actually, this guy's too strong to help me bet. I made a match the other day with five against one, and I killed them all in ten seconds of the stuff. This town can't make a bet with him anymore."

I just have to give it back to the woods, more than useless for betting. But shipping a runaway dragon like killing five in an instant makes the cost so high. It can't be like this. The proprietor had this runaway dragon to spare.

Managers have suggested that they give way for free.

Says nothing is higher than free, but in this case it will be fine.

When I received the branches I had brought, I stared at each other often.

"You coming with me?

When I asked him that, the dragon rubbed his face against my chest to make it sweet.

Oh well.

Then it's settled.

I've decided to take this dragon. [M] Of course I'll take you on a mission the day after tomorrow.

I just signed the receipt document at the counter (proxy by Mr. Lucca) and purchased a saddle for riding here. The hardware that fits into the mouth of the dragon is something that I absolutely need to wear all over the city, but I didn't like the boneless design I was wearing right now, so I bought a beautiful, round shaped shackle and replaced it.

A total of 50,000 luv expenses, but I can still afford the nostalgia, so I'm fine.

I decided to call this dragon "Bonanza" because I needed the name of the dragon when I registered the owner.

As soon as I heard that, Mr. Lucca blew it out.

Ask softly.

"What's wrong with you?

"There was a rumor that it was an unhot virgin to give a female horse a woman's first name, but it seemed true, Pkuk"

……

Ugh.

This runaway dragon was a female, so I just thought a feminine name would be nice.

You're talking about people's deep psychology.

Bonanza decided to have it kept here in the stables for a while. Glad to hear that a month at the service is fine for free. Ambrella, the hotel I'm based in, has space to park horses, so I'll move them to you as soon as possible.

"Krulukükü"

Say goodbye to Bonanza, with her new shackles on her mouth, "I'll see you tomorrow," one last stroke, another stroke to spare even more goodbyes, and another stroke to say goodbye from there, and more.

"How long have you been stroking me for?! I'm leaving now!

"Oh, but not yet."

"Go! Come on!"

"Oh, Bonanza"

For some reason, I was suddenly in a mood, and Lucca pulled my arm, and I followed the scene.

Bonanza shook her tail and dropped us off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

A trainer, he looked at the horse in front of him with a bewildered look.

Moving over my back, I can see my heart beating doddly like an early bell.

Eyes wide open, gaze uncertain looking all over.

And the muscles around my mouth are drawn as if I were laughing.

I'm scared.

As unusual as that is.

The horses here are special things that are kept for training and have never been outside the fence since birth. So much less alert than horses working outside. I'm used to humans and about to be stupid. Because of its dull nature, it can stay flat even if it is put in the stables with the runaway dragon.

The horse is so frightened.

The cause is definitely that boy.

Because that boy rode.

The trainer remembers that time.

It was an unusual sight.

At first, I had it on my back without any problems, but at one point, at the border, the horse reacted in a way that surprised me. It's as if you realized it wasn't a safe person on your back, but more of another, a monster who clings to eating and killing himself.

The horse panics and manages to shake the boy off.

Every horse had the same reaction.

The trainer frowned suspiciously as he saw a large number of sweaty horses.

All I could see was a simple boy everywhere.

What frightened the horse of that boy?

Indeed, to say normal, there were parts that could not be seen.

That's what I do with that infamous Lucca Françoise, and above all, I showed that runaway dragon over there, reluctant to be touched. Is it really normal for a boy who can do that?

As I was thinking about it, I began to learn more and more of the thin cold stuff.

"Let's stop thinking"

The trainer decided to give up any further thoughts and focus on caring for the horse.

Because, like a horse, I was afraid to notice that boy's 'something'.