Wolf Barrel 5.56

If I looked up, the stars were shining.

There's no air pollution in this world, so every single star blinks powerfully, and the grains are as big as blueberries. Second, I was remembering the Planetarium I went to when I was young. But this one was far more fantastic and full of life than the artificial starry sky in my memory.

To camp, you need to be on guard.

So the two of us, me and Mr. Roger, decided to keep an eye out. It's my turn to rest until dawn. [M] He caught a small bonfire in a position away from the carriage, lowered his back to the affordable Marutai, and was on guard around.

Take a sip of coffee to refresh your hypnotic brain. Oh, yummy. Outdoors, the coffee I drink staring at the bonfire felt more palatable than usual. I've been through it with indoor hardliners so far, but I think it might be a good thing to be outdoors as well.

It was a quiet night.

All you can hear is the sound of burning trees blowing up and Bonanza's sleeping breath round her back.

There are no artifacts around, and the lights of the surveillance tower float bonkers in the distance. The moon hid behind thin clouds, and around the fire, the darkness spread, reminiscent of the sea plains of the night. But I didn't find it strange and scary. Rather, I'm a little relieved. I wonder what this enveloping relief would be? Are the wildlife also having a night like this......

Watching the swinging fire, I thought it was not beneficial.

In the meantime, "A Thing" that I had forgotten about came back to my brain. At the same time, a tingling pain runs on my chest like a backpeel that I could do on my fingertips.

The cause of this discomfort is Dominic.

It's not about getting shot at the magic of the example. That already handles feelings as done.

That's something else.

After listening to Marco, I felt something close to Dominic, not enough to say. [M] Not in a good way, but in a bad way. Oh, shit, another nasty imagination is starting to circle through my head.

(I'm just gonna feel dark again, stop it already)

I thought so. I started something else to break the chain of thought.

This is a continuation of yesterday's experiment.

Open the bag and spread the notebook.

He then created metal shards with his left hand. He's the star of the day.

Earlier grains of nails. Light and small enough to likely roll off your hands when you breathe.

Fill it shallow in a position of eight steps (about 5 m). Once back to the burning place, he closed his eyes and concentrated his consciousness, quickly bending his index finger. Then he signaled it, with a fine bursting sound, and the thinly covered soil trembled small. Okay, it's a success. Fill out the results in the notebook.

That's how you keep your distance and close together to gather all sorts of data.

We're going to use this data as a basis.

Carefully dig up the soil with a knife for demolition and remove the metal pieces that were underdeveloped.

Again, the further the distance, the duller the response seems. Write that down in a note, too.

That's how being immersed in validation work for a while,

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

There was a clear voice coming from my back.

Turning around, in the warm light, Mr. Lucca's figure surfaced. A pink black iron shoe (Sabaton) with beautiful carvings rings the knack and walks over in elegant footsteps like a model walking a runway. As she approached me, I had the illusion that the surrounding scenery was soaked and brightened. As always, she's a woman with a hua.

Mr. Lucca glanced into my thick notebook and made me jump a threesome frown.

"What, another experiment? In here?

"Yeah, sort of."

"Hmm, Mame. What's so fun?"

When he seemed uninterested, he sat next to me, quite naturally.

That's the usual seat there.

Sitting across from each other at meal time, the main dish robbery battle begins, washing blood with blood enough to be sure. Therefore, as a result of the bilateral consultations, it was agreed that we would sit next to each other. That's a good story, though.

"Could I have woken you up?

"Still. I just woke up because I was blind and I was free"

"Really? Oh, do you want some coffee?

"I'll take it. The usual one."

"Yes, sir."

When I wiped my hands, I poured the coffee I had made and left behind into the cup. Happily scented hot air grinds my cheeks. In her case, plenty of powdered raw cream and sugar.

"Go ahead."

"Thanks."

When I gave him the cup, Mr. Lucca did not immediately put his mouth on it and started to cool off with a whoop of breath. What a cat tongue Mr. Lucca in super alloy is. He was kind of like a cat and a little cute as he was rounding his back.

"What are you looking at?"

He looks back at me with his lips pointy.

I couldn't say it was because it was cute, so I returned it. [M]

"Can I help you get cold if you like?

"Huh?"

"Here's how. Huh."

I jokingly imitated my breath, and I said, "Hey, idiot, stop it. Yikes!" Mr. Lucca hastily sheltered the cup.

"If you do that, you won't be able to drink."

"It's terrible. You're still worried about bad breath, aren't you?

"That's not what I said, idiot."

"Eh."

"Hmm."

Mr. Lucca took his gaze off with the cup wrapped in his hands.

Well, I say coffee. [M]

That's where the conversation broke off.

Tingling, and incineration explode, and particles of fire rise. Watching the flames swinging in sipping coffee this way, I find myself under the strange illusion of gradually being sucked into the back of the flame. There was no conversation, but it never meant I was particularly uncomfortable.

Quiet, calm time flowed slowly.

Eventually when the cup of coffee was about to run out, Mr. Lucca opened his mouth again.

"So, what's bothering you now?"

"... Huh?

To the abrupt question, I accidentally leaked a missing voice between them.

"You have something to think about. Especially since I heard about that little one."

"Hey, why did you do that?

"You thought you wouldn't notice?

Asking me strangely, Mr. Lucca blinked his eyelashes as if they were frightened.

"You're too easy to understand. At dinner or something, you felt like you weren't here, right? It would be so depressing to talk about it. Besides, it's no longer unusual for me to flank Stew's meat without complaining about it."

Yeah, that's definitely an anomaly.

Or I had no idea it was taken. Speaking of which, I don't really remember the taste of stew either. Because I've been thinking about something else.

It's really easy to understand by the side.

Yeah, but wait, okay? Why are we talking about that now?

I don't think so.

"Hey, Mr. Lucca, did you come to see me worried?

"Huh!?

In a moment, Mr. Lucca's luxurious shoulders bounced picnically. Glossy lips reflecting the lights of the incineration roll back and forth like fish seeking air.

Then from the neck toward the top of his head, the twitching, vermilion color rises. Soon Ms. Lucca spoke higher than usual, cramping her rose-stained cheeks with hiccups.

"No. Yo!!

Raise the shaped eyebrows with a kisser like a threatening kamakiri.

And I've disputed it at a rate like an electronic sound.

"I'm not stupid. I'm not mistaken. Why should I worry about a sick monkey like you? I don't know. I'm not stupid.

"Hey, Mr. Lucca, keep your voice down"

"That's not what it is!!

"Okay, 'cause I get it"

When he posed as a surrender with both hands, Mr. Lucca bent his mouth to a letter to, pointing soppo at each body so as to turn his back.

As I looked behind her ear, which turned bright red, I smiled.

No matter how negligent I am, I just found out that this is the blind spot.

Lucca was worried about me and came all the way out here in the middle of the night. The feeling of sorry and joy mingled, twitching and spreading to my chest.

Mr. Lucca is a mean twister, but sometimes, surprisingly sweet. Sometimes he reaches out to me like now. Because of this, and let me sweeten you to that generosity.

I made a voice towards the back of the money. [M]

"Sukoshi, could you please accompany my story?

Marco's story had a continuation.

'Another reason' for Dominic getting so rough over there.

Dominic said when the magic woke up, he gave a value of nearly a hundred. They say this will be a higher category than average. Increasing expectations around you. Besides aristocracy. Even when I went to the training center, it was special treatment, and I was neither punished nor reprimanded. The surrounding adults ignored or indifferent, even if they did whatever they wanted for stress relief.

In an environment like this, no one grows upright. I can't do it without the stubborn mental ability to just rigorously discipline myself.

Humans are creatures that roll on the sweeter, the easier.

And a creature who learns from failure.

I'm familiar with it too.

Without knowing the painful failures of his hand or being harshly impelled by anyone, Dominic, who grew up dull, kept spreading his snoring branches like an abandoned tree plant, and to this day.

The question that is here arises.

So, what would have happened if I had been in a Dominic situation?

Can you assure me I won't?

If I don't meet someone who scolds me like Mr. Stella.

If Totori had failed or continued to grow without experiencing the battle of the buzz.

If your mind stays immature and only your strength continues to grow...... Thinking ahead, I felt like I had a cold buildup in my stomach. Isn't 'lucky' the only thing that didn't make you like Dominic? Even if I wanted to deny it, I couldn't find a powerful word in me that would just break through.

That's what I've been thinking.

"Think of what you were worried about..."

After listening to me, Mr. Lucca blinked his eyes and said this in a heartbroken tone.

"I'm surprised to hear that."

It was a bassari.

No distraction shards either.

Oh, shit. Speaking of which, this is what he was. Aren't you a little sweet?

I groaned low and groaned back. [M]

"It must be for Mr. Lucca, but it's no use to me!

"Ma'am, you might as well be fucking serious and nervous," he continued with his hair up and a mix of sighs. "If you're sick to the point of assuming nothing like that, you're gonna die one day with a hole in your stomach, okay?

"That's... that's right..."

I had no words to give back, and I blurred my shoulders without strength.

Speaking of which, he said his father couldn't let go of his stomach pills either. Maybe this over-thought personality is inherited from our lineage. Dropping like he was wearing a heavy helmet, Mr. Lucca reassembled his long legs and said he was smudged.

"Even so, you're a really weird guy."

"Become, suddenly what is it rude!

"Because it's not. You're so brave that you can cut the front with me and have a mouth fight, why bother with such a small thing? I really suffer from understanding."

"That's my personality."

"Weird guy."

"Don't tell me that's weird, don't change it. I am normal!

"Ah, even normal!? You!?

"Yeah, yeah, but?

I'm not supposed to have said anything strange, but Mr. Lucca made his eyes black and white as surprised and laughed out lousy. And after a glimpse of laughter, he nodded as he convinced himself, "Ah, I see that's the thing," he said.

That inexplicable attitude made me frown.

"What is it from earlier? If you're teasing me..."

"Well wait. Now that I know somehow, I'll give you some advice."

"Is it true now?

Yeah, she nods. It didn't look like you were lying.

"... ok"

While I was surprised, I took the position of asking correctly about my residence for the first time.

"I mean, you're worried that if the environment were the same, you might have been like Dominic yourself. And he said he was just lucky he didn't."

"Yes......"

"Maybe it's true if you're a 'man of the same age'. In fact, I've seen quite a few Tsumannai guys flirting with my powers and forgetting me so far. Do you know the word" defector "?

No, I shake my head.

Mr. Lucca continued the conversation as he seeped clarity and scorn into his voice.

"To the extent that I am better than others, I am talking about a fool who thinks of himself as God or something and destroys himself. Dominic would be called a defector if he kept going, too, wouldn't he? But..."

Blue sapphire eyes capture my face straight.

"You'll never do that."

……

For a moment, I lost my word.

That was a little disgusting.

Absolutely, absolutely? Even though I think about that reason enough to turn my brain upside down, I can't find it in the end, so I say I feel bad for such a guzzle.

Without knowing "what can you say that on the basis of," I felt powerful in my voice.

"Want to know why?

"Absolutely."

"Because unlike those little grains there, you're extraordinary."

"How extraordinary is that?

"Well, I guess I have a strong heart for being able to beat myself."

"... I'm glad you said that, but that's not true"

"How can you say it's not?

"Eh."

Suddenly he cut back and stiffened his body.

"Oh, that's"

"It's, what?

As if hunting me down, for one fist, Mr. Lucca approaches. At some point, I felt the pressure of having the corner on my back, and I kept saying things all the way down.

"I'm a mediocre guy with no big deal."

"Let me ask you something specific."

"The..."

I try to say something, but the words cause traffic on my tongue and I can't speak out.

Because earlier denials weren't often thoughtful, they were words of humility that I used to do on a daily basis when I was in Japan.

To me like that, Mr. Lucca turned a straight glance at everything.

And I changed the voice color to something weighty.

"That's how I immediately humble myself and have a habit of trying to fit others, so unconsciously I think of myself as a worthless mediocre person. You're mediocre? Don't make me laugh." Where in Salla is the man who will replace you? "Underestimate yourself."

With a voice that sounded zucin 'from the tympanic membrane to the back of my belly - and it was a word.

Unable to affirm or deny, and holding her throat back, Mr. Lucca has come to grips with herself. My left knee touches Mr. Lucca's right knee. The beauty that is so close to breathtaking - there was an awesome reminder of a battlefield knife that came out of it.

Moment after moment, behind Mr. Lucca, I saw the illusion of a blazing flame. It is a sign of a fierce creature wrapped around Mr. Lucca, who has transcended the boundaries of the common man. That flame Dominic showed me looks like a match fire. If Marco were by his side, he would be as powerful as he would be.

I tend to forget about it because I fought every day every day, but it's certainly not a big deal to bump into Mr. Lucca from the front. For normal people.

Place between the shavings and the glossy lips move again. But the voices emanating from it were never light or pitiful. It was even heavy and directly core-hitting martial arts.

"You were lucky, by and large? Do you really think that the knowledge and experience you've gained so far is what just happened to come down from the sky? How far are you going with your crude brain? Everything you get, you keep asking for, isn't something you 'pulled' into your hands. He doesn't want anything, he doesn't want anything. Even chicks know they can't be fed without ringing. If you think and think from one to ten yourself in the first place, and you're still not convinced, there's no way a stone-headed, navel-curved stubborn man who doesn't even move in Teco would allow himself a way of life like Dominic! You're talking about yourself. Why don't you know? Ah, too. That's a pain! Anyway!"

When Mr. Lucca made a pistol-like shape with his right hand, he pressed a ton of my chest with his index finger. And a good voice struck me from the front.

"A good thing? Carve the words you will now say into 'here'. Anyway, you're not going to stop snapping at yourself where I said something, and you're going to keep worrying about little things, so when you do, remember these words, okay!

Drinking like a wave, I nodded silently.

"You are the only man I have allowed this Lucca Françoise to stand beside among the elephant men. It's not like you're the same guy."

Be more confident, you idiot!!

Put that aside, Mr. Lucca followed the scene with a refreshment.

Later, I forgot to even blink and was often stunned.

The feeling when the chest is pressed leaves the skin with a warm finish. And some vivid words.

"... thank you, you've spoiled me"

When I finally returned, I turned to Mr. Lucca's disappearing face and groaned in a pompous and solitary manner. But I'm sure you won't honestly accept me for saying thank you. So I'm going to give it back in some different way.

With your right hand, hold down your chest, which still has heat.

As she rebelled against the words she threw at me (wow, what the hell), regardless of her will, the facial expressions began to move to create a smile of their own accord. Besides, my body is getting dizzy and I can't stay jizzy. Difficult heat and emotion in the brush tongue springs up from the depths of my belly.

That, this is no way.

No, but wait. Don't hurry.

New concerns (?) Filled with thought circuits, he begins to think with his hands on his forehead.

Soon, that discomfort was completely gone. Probably won't be having that problem again. If it comes to my mind, Mr. Lucca's words strike me down.

Mr. Lucca is a twister, but sometimes, he's so sweet.

The eastern sky is turning blue.

Soon, the night will dawn.