Wolf Barrel 5.56

Although there was trouble along the way.

As planned, we arrived at a camping point along the National Highway, the end of our first day. In a large, flat place, there's just a simple water field, nothing else. There was no one but us, and it felt even wider.

I'm staying here for the night and leaving tomorrow morning at 6: 00.

Before dark, it took me to prepare dinner. Here, too, as in the morning, we split into three groups, and I was preparing myself with Mr. Lucca - again in trouble.

The two of us crouch shoulder to shoulder and keep staring at a certain point ZEE.

Eventually, Potsuri and Mr. Lucca leaked their words.

"... gone again."

"... right"

"What's going on?"

"That's not me, can you ask Mr. Burning Wood?

"No kidding, just start the fire."

"Hmm."

Arm up and roar.

I don't have any camping experience, and I made camads looking good, referring to Marco, who works right around the corner. But this doesn't work. I pick up the falling stone, lay it like a "C" lettering, make a camado, stick firewood in the center and light it...... the burning twigs and fallen leaves just burn, and the fire doesn't really move to the firewood.

Marco made it in one shot, so I thought it would be that easy.

What the hell is wrong with you? I have no idea.

Ask Marco and he'll know soon enough......

"I left it to you because you said you could be confident?

Before I said this to Mr. Lucca, I can't hear you.

In Marco's Camado, there is already a hot air of soup that looks delicious.

One of our camads only raises the smudge in our eyes. Besides, my gaze from next door hurts.

"Ah too - I won't look! Give me a break!

Mr. Lucca, in a hurry, took the match from my hand.

"I'll do the rest, so you can wash it in the pan over there."

"What, Mr. Lucca, can you start a fire?

"Oh, come on, it's so easy."

How confident you are.

"Then I'll ask you later."

"Just go. You really can't use it, Guzz."

……

There are no words to give back.

When I gave up my position, I dispersed the pan with one hand and awesomely.

But I don't know why, Mr. Lucca can count on you. You know something I don't, and you can't. If I was impressed that you were a senior adventurer, there was an explosion behind you. Looking back in surprise, there was Mr. Lucca, waving down his knife like a battle axe and grinding his camad and firewood trees.

I don't have to ask. You got annoyed that you didn't fire well.

When you're gazing all the time,

"Huh!?

The moment my eyes met, I got a cat-like look of a flirtatious spot.

I take one sigh and go back to where I was.

And I said this gently.

"Well done"

"Behold, why did you praise me!?

"I'll do the rest, Guzko, who can't do anything, please play in the sandbox over there. I can honestly say you can't do anything else, can you?

"What are you talking about? You couldn't have done it!

"Ugh."

I was annoyed by the pictures, and I objected in a tone like I did in elementary school when I was on the grade committee.

"Shit, no -! I made camads! But some wild Mr. Shovelker broke it and made it even more sophisticated.

"Huh? Where's that camad! It wasn't a busy crow's grave you made!

"Omi-san made nothing but gravel!!

"It's not gravel. Yikes!

"So what is it? The wreckage like this fragmented murder!

"This is, the"

Mr. Lucca wandered his gaze there and let his face shine just as he said he flashed.

... aren't you willing to lie?

"This is the basement!," he says confidently.

"Heh, that's"

Lift your chin up and take a glimpse of Lucca, who is good at fuhoons - with an absolute zero-degree look like a professional housewife who sees visiting salesmen coming to sell the right-of-origin rods that Cleopatra is said to have always used.

"It's a lot more authentic, Snay."

"Well, hey, I want Camad to be perfect when he's about me, so I wanted to make it from the ground up, and I'm sorry about the little work because some idiot's going to get in the way. Uh, I'm in trouble. - I don't know if I can get in the way. Will you die?"

"Ho ho"

"Go away if you know what I mean, you stupid dog."

"Then call me when you can. I think I'll be starving to death by then."

"Hmm!? You've been saying a lot! You're not just bending over to your face, you bu man!

"I'll give you back the words just like that, you 'lump'!

"What's a shikome!

"It's a word that refers to a woman like Mr. Lucca!

"So what!

"It means skank, Boosh!

"I told you. Hey, yeah, yeah!!

"I told you, whoa!!

Lucca, who floats like a female lion trampled on her tail, and I, wrinkled between my eyebrows like a loser and a wolf, roared with a bee across the pan. He said we were hitting each other's gaze enough to ignite with friction if we put firewood between them - Mr. Lucca, who noticed something, returned his expression softly.

I thought I already had a couple of rewards. I was poisoned and asked unexpectedly with vegetables.

"What's the matter, suddenly?"

"... your lover is here."

Mr. Lucca squeaks his chin while floating a different kind of frustration from earlier.

Lover?

As I questioned, I followed the end of my gaze - there was Bonanza.

One rabbit in each hand is gripped. I shot it yesterday, it's the same kind as that rabbit. Bonanza came to my side shaking her body and offered me a rabbit. Could it be...

"Maybe for me?

To inquire, a gray head nodded cocoonly.

At this moment, the Bonanza love in me caused a backdraft phenomenon and was about to blow up from a hole called a hole in my body.

... you... you!!

I hugged Bonanza's neck.

Turn your forefoot around my back so I can take Bonanza too.

Two overlapping shadows.

The pigeons who emerged from nowhere winged simultaneously.

There was no tear sensation from my eyes, and I let out a sparkling light.

"You went to get it for me! You said you were tired of traveling!

"Krull."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on."

"Curlululu"

"I'll wipe your body after dinner! Good boy, good boy. I'll give you a good boy!

"Kew!"

I forgot we were fighting earlier, and I kept hugging her hot.

Mr Lucca, who was watching it beside him,

"... humph"

When he snorted like it didn't seem funny, he went somewhere.

"You can't do this, you have to clear the gap properly"

"Yeah, yeah."

"And then there has to be a flat stone down there. If it's not balanced, it'll collapse later."

"I see."

Take Marco's lecture while you take notes.

To light firewood, he says, we have to put it together so that we can have an 'air passage' between firewood, rather than bind firewood to a dark cloud. Speaking of which, there was an experiment where the fire went out when the oxygen ran out. Is that with the principle?

When I did as I was taught, it lit a light fire about to annoy me. In front of the melamera and the burning fire, I accidentally leak a small moan "ooh". What the hell was that wasted time doing this easy? Again, the amateur sees it. There is nothing loco about doing it in a visual way. Let's leave this on the note, too.

Whatever.

"Thank you, Marco, for your help."

"It's as cheap as this. If anything happens again, feel free to call me."

I panicked and stopped Marco's back trying to walk away. Marco looks back with a strange face.

"What's going on?

"Get me some rabbit meat if you like."

"Oh, that's okay. You don't have to worry about it."

"Fine. I want to thank you for something. Wait right there."

I put that aside and left the spot without waiting for a reply.

Kind of like a housewife to shy away from recommending the exchange now, I chuckled.

Hang it upside down against an affordable tree beforehand and start dismantling the rabbits that have been drained of blood quickly. First put a cut in the back leg and let it circle, then cut only the skin about a few cm perpendicular. Then some of the fur separates from the flesh of the foot, so when I grab that fur and pull it outward, it peels down as if I were taking off my pants. while removing disturbing tails and membranes along the way, and when the skin comes around the chest,

"Bonanza, chock this place"

"Guru"

With Bonanza nails like a carabit knife, spatter off the neck and both forelegs and pull them down all at once, the fur peels off completely. All you have to do is remove the internal organs and arteries and you're done. Put the removed organ in the hole you dug for blood drainage. Post-treatment is OK.

Marco, watching a series of tasks behind him, clapped his pussy.

"Wow. You're very handy."

"Do a lot of rabbit hunting in practice. I was finally dismantling it myself."

The knowledge of dismantling asked Oba, who is a butcher in the market, to give him a tour of the work to learn. It's easier than taking off a stupid kid's clothes. That's Oba's story.

Marco snorted admirably "heh," while

"... but wow"

I watched Bonanza, chocking on the second one, with interest. It's like a boy looking over a cage at a giraffe dining landscape.

"Is this girl unusual?

"What!? Oh, uh, yeah."

To some question, Marco nodded naggingly.

"This is the first time I've seen a walking dragon that obeys adults so far, with"

"Haha, the guy from the stable who ran this kid before said the same thing."

"What do you mean, a horse farm... is it a fighting dragon after all?

"Yes, I am."

"Huh!?

When he heard it, Marco stopped the pitch and put the knife down so as not to make a sound, and softly began to leave Bonanza. Seeing that comedy touch reaction made me laugh.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna bite you."

"But that," he said, spicidly causing his gaze to get lost. "............ dangerous?

"Wow. Bonanza, hey, come here."

When I called Bonanza, I gently wiped her bloody nails with a painted hand towel. Does it feel good or does it look sloppy? And when I opened my beautiful hand, it basically combined with my own.

"Singo!?" Marco raises a slight voice.

"Just look."

I told him to calm down and squeezed Bonanza's hand. Bonanza's nails hit the back of his hand, but there were no holes in his skin. Because Bonanza subtly exerts force. Marco, who had seen it, was blinking his eyelids as surprised.

"This kid tends to be misunderstood because he looks like this, but he's intelligent enough to understand human rules properly. I work as hard as I do right now, so I can add and subtract power properly. To me, it's probably a pretty special kind of dragon. Hey, Bonanza."

"Ruggiu."

He raised the hammer and rubbed his cheeks against my shoulder.

You see, it's dangerous, and when he threw a grin, Marco came back to me as he sat back after showing his lost face for a while. And

"... sorry"

I said with my sorry eyes down.

"Maybe I said something bad..."

"Fine, never mind that"

"... yeah"

"You were freaking out when I first met you, too. Everybody does."

"So did Singo."

To put it in a tearful way, Marco gave him a somewhat relieved look.

She's a very expressive child. Kid, I'm the same age.

"But when you get used to it, the mess looks cute, right?

"Really?

"Yeah."

……

Marco only glanced at his face from behind me in awe, staring at Bonanza right beside him. I think every trick looks like a small animal, but don't put it in your mouth. In doing so, I could see my back getting softer and harder and nervous. Apparently, my vigilance has been lifted.

"Sure, you have cute eyes with a crush," said Marco.

"That's right! You can't resist these wet eyes!

"And your ears are charming."

"Huh! You know, Marco! - Oh, wow!?

Where the heat came into the story, I suddenly had a strong shock on my back and accidentally fell forward. When I looked back in surprise at what was going on, I knew that "Kuggu" Bonanza had pressed his head. Daimyo, I guess I missed you because I couldn't join the story.

I sighed at him, pinching his long face with my hands, gently rubbing his left and right.

"Why would you do that?"

"Kugullu"

"You can't just honk your throat like that."

"Kugu."

He doesn't make a scene and tries to rub his face against my hand.

"Ah, he's the only one left."

With a bitter smile, I gently stroked the straight line between my eyes and my nose. This seems to be the best bump, and I started to move my triangular ears patterned as I snorted like sweet. "..." Marco watched our interactions like that.

"Would you like to stroke Marco, too?

"Oh, is that okay!?

Marco brightened his expression when I suggested it when I noticed his gaze. But soon he leans down and starts messing with Mojimoji and his fingertips. I'm probably doing it unconsciously in person, but from the way I look at it, I'm like, "What's wrong? Lost?" He brewed an aura that made him want to speak up unexpectedly, catching a single craving for asylum. Are you sure you're the same age?

When Marco looked up, he had turned to a young look well below his real age.

"But I still can't,"

"Why?"

"'Cause look... Bo, if I touch you... you're gonna be mad"

"That's not true. Bonanza's making a good kid too, right?

"Krull."

"Oh, yeah?" The tour, eventually losing his curiosity, Marco said, "... then just for a moment"

That being said, I still don't seem to be out of fear.

Marco closed her eyes with her eyebrows in the letter (c) and stretched her fingers out looking surprised as she shuddered puffy with her inner crotch. Yeah, already, if that looks like a girl and you do it, it's a cute one, with the ones that radiate an aura that makes you want to give it a whiff.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Be careful, Marco! If you stroke there, they'll bite you!

That's what I said to surprise you.

The reaction was intense.

"CARRYYYYYYYYYY!"

The horror movie whispered a scream, and Marco jumped up like a little squirrel bowled to the dog, with a vertical petan and ass cake as it was. Bonanza also jumps his tail with a vicun in surprise at his voice. Out of Marco's head, who was suddenly losing himself with his hips out, there was a soul hanging like a white smoke.... Hey, I might have done something a little bad.

"Sorry, lying, joking"

In mild condition, Marco has looked up kickingly with his moist eyes.

"I'm joking too much! I thought your heart would pop out!!

"Gawoo" Bonanza also raises a protest that he won't do that.

"I'm sorry about Bonanza, too"

"Singo is a bad guy! He's a very bad guy!" "Gaw! Gaw!"

"I'm so sorry. I won't do it anymore. I'm reflecting."

"Bad guy!" "Gaw."

To the extent that I apologized a little, it doesn't seem to hold the anger between the two of us.

After that, I bowed my head over and over again.

I couldn't forgive you enough - but thanks to that, I was able to reduce the subtle sense of distance I had with Marco at once.

And then my stew is ready.

When you're two people lining up and smashing rabbit meat,

"Earlier, Dominic did that, and the... I'm sorry?

Marco next door said sorry.

"Oh, that? I don't care."

As I answered casually, I asked what bothered me when I moved my gaze from hand to Marco.

"But why would Marco apologize?

"It's..."

"Hmm?"

Marco started talking, letting her grasp the words so hard to say.

"Dominic is... my old friend..."

"Heh unexpected."

I didn't say you were worried about Marco being frustrated that he was friends with a guy with such a strong and blatant desire for self-expression. But it seemed to have passed on to Marco, and he had a bitter grin.

"You may not believe it, but he was - Dominic used to be a good guy, never prestigious because he was noble, and he was liked by everyone. When I was little, when I was annoyed by someone, they always helped me."

"I can't imagine it from what it looks like right now."

"Right. But it's true."

"Was there any trigger? What, did you screw up the rebellion?

"It's not that easy."

Marco said pitifully, keeping his eyes down on the slab.

The magic has awakened.

Typically, those who excel in magic are divided into those that are provided with innate high values and those that increase acquired. Dominic becomes the latter.

When Dominic was thirteen.

She woke up when she was about to be raped by a drunk male family. Dominic, who obtained the miracle of God, magically repelled the pervert who stirred up his groin. What a dramatic story.

From that day on, the environment surrounding Dominic changed.

Marco's story says that when there is an excellent wizard in the clan for the aristocracy, it becomes a big status. The reason for this leads to the word "innate" just now. In other words, it is possible that the next generation will inherit powerful magic as well. That's the purpose, and I welcome my magical daughter as my daughter-in-law in exchange for territory, so much talk.

It seems that not only political power, but also a clan that even possesses magic that can be described as the power of violence, is that easy to focus on and something convenient.

It's refreshing to see what's convenient...

But don't just say you have a high magic value.

We're also going to need just enough credit to match that.

"But Dominic hasn't been in action yet. So..."

"So I was angry that a guy with a magic value of less than 50 put up a huge handle before me"

"Probably..."

I see.

My youngest son, Dominic, was treated by his parents until then, he said.

But with one case of awakening at the border, he became more important and expected than his eldest brother.

He said his anger at his parents and surroundings, who returned his palms at random convenience, and the joy that his parents expected him to have, and his desire to do it in return, all caused a chemical reaction to the worse, and he now has Dominic.

Speaking of 13, are you about 2 years old?

Well, I don't know. Isn't that a story?

"I think this is a selfish favor... look at Dominic a lot please"

So Marco bowed his head deeply.

You're a really sweet guy, and I'm a little impressed. No one can get this far, not himself, for people's sake. That's what Dominic doesn't have.

I tried to say it bright and casual.

"That's why I told you earlier? He said he didn't care."

"Singo......"

"Marco's friends are my friends, too. I will continue to do everything I can."

"Thank you... thank you Singo"

"Come on, come on!

I slapped Marco's butt gently and punched him like I was about to sink away the air.

Marco, surprised, whispers "cah" like a girl and flies a little.

I deliberately looked edgy and peered into Marco's face, which turned red.

"Cah, because... Marco, it's okay."

"You did this again, Singo! I won't forgive you anymore!

"hahaha"

"Wait!"

Getting back on track, Marco chased me around, laughing and shaking his balls up, laughing and running as well.