An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"Where is it?

"Remarkable"

Roof of the warehouse. That won't do.

"Security sounds loud here."

"Isn't it the church? I can't."

We had lunch at the restaurant for lunch in the morning and we were still roaming the city.

We will glue around the arena and observe the dizzying places. We don't have the right place, and the diameter keeps expanding.

"I like that one."

"Oh, hey, hey, Mr. Singh!

After I measured the distance with a laser gauge, I walked all the way to the clock tower, a long way from the arena.

"This tower is not part of some building, it's independent."

"Right, but not far?

"It's convenient. Mr. Blanc, can you jump to the scaffolding around that clock up there?

"Oh, well, give me your hand."

Go to the alley, the three of us transfer!

"Get down!

A huge clock tower made of stone that will be 60 m high.

The three of us will immediately lay down on the scaffolding around that high watch.

It's a clock tower where people from all over the city look up and see time, so as soon as you stand, someone will see you.

Keep crawling and approaching the door that goes inside the clock tower. Open.

There's no way anyone's breaking in from such a high place, and it's not key.

Quickly the three of us enter and close the door.

Inside the large clock.

Huge gears, oversized machines are moving small and fine in a constant rhythm………………………………………………………….

It is the interior of a large clock with the clock facing east, west, north, south, and four directions.

It has a small room about 5m square and is full of gears and shafts. Smells like iron and oil.

Around there are tools on the walls for the maintenance of the clock, loaded with cans of oil, blurring and parts of gear and screws, which are deserted.

There's a big hole in the middle of the room, and when you look down, a giant pendulum is slowly rocking from that hole to the left and right. I see, pendulum clock.

Looking up, there is a bell up there, so that complex machines automatically strike the hour.

The power is copper, right? Once every few days, does the watchmaker come downstairs, wind this up, and move the clock at its weight?

"Nice. There are plenty of small windows that are likely to be gunshots, as well as space for guns. And no one's coming in."

Mr. Blanc will open a small window and look down.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah -!"

I will also look down at the laser gauge with a small window open in one hand.

You can look down at the ring in the arena. The distance is... 521m, right?

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Singh, from such a distance?

"Yes."

"Not like 500 nars?

"That's it."

"Are you okay?

"It's okay."

"You can trust me, right?

"Aren't we friends who defeated the Dynodragon together?"

"... ok"

After that, the three of us discussed a lot of tomorrow's steps, looked down at the arena to confirm position and rehearse some...

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo. - Huh.

I'm freaked out by the sudden mechanical noise!

About what?

Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!, Zycatikaci, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!, Zycatikaci, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!, Zycatikaci, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

"Uh-oh. - Whoa!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Cah-hh!

It's just 4: 00!

There's a clock bell ringing right over your head. Ugh.

I'll block your ears and lay them all down on the floor!

It's a loud acoustic sonic attack!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

The bell is still roaring.

"... the inn."

"... shall we?"

"... Agreed Sz"

My head cracks.

"I remember this room. You don't have to go out there anymore."

That's what Mr. Blanc says. Thanks...... if I step off like that, I'm going to fall upside down scaffolding. I'd hate to crawl and walk anymore.

Then we jumped into the discreet corner of the city and walked out of there towards the inn.

"See you tomorrow!

"What do you want to talk about after this?

"I've had enough. Meet me here tomorrow at the Fountain Square."

"Are you okay -?

"I'm fine. See you later!

That said, Mr. Blanc has bathed the city streetlights on his back and gone.

"So let's slow down."

"Right."

I had a much better place to stay.

Four pieces of gold per night. It has a double fluffy bed and a tiny bathtub.

Restaurant in the inn for meals.

I got ten gold coins for Mr. Blanc to pay for his stay.

That's brave of you.

"Hmmm...... not good"

It's not a big meal. It all feels like something is missing.

"What we sold in the city stalls wasn't very tasty either."

"I'm sure the distribution is underdeveloped and isolated. The city wasn't vibrant, either.

"That's a terrible country..."

"Yeah......"

I hear what you were wondering about Saran.

"Saran, come on."

"Mmm."

"You know, Mr. Dowl said if you slaughtered an elf, you'd die. You're lying."

"That's a lie."

"Ha ha!

I knew it.

"If that happens, people, you're putting it on my gun first."

"Don't tell the brave, okay? I don't know what's going to happen."

"Of course."

Place hot water in the tub and soak slowly.

Get some hot water to wash your head,

Sprinkle some hot water on Saran, too, and clean it.

"We need to get some rest."

"Mmm, well, take your time."

"Slowly, slowly, Sin..."

One of these days I fell asleep without either of them first.

Saran, fuzzy......

I woke up late, washed my body again in the tub in advance, grabbed breakfast and left the inn.

When I go to Fountain Square, the brave Mr. Brambersh is already sitting beside the fountain in civilian clothes, exactly as he did yesterday.

"Ohh!

"... I don't think you're a brave man fighting a dyno dragon today. Not at all."

"Ha ha. Well, let's go."

The city is noisy.

A large number of people are making rows towards the arena.

There were about 3,000 people to let in? Anything more? You're letting me in?

It must be one of the few events in a city like this. Everyone seems to smile and have fun.

"This is a good game or your customers will resent you."

"That kind of service spirit will be flagged."

"What's a calf?

"It means he's calling death himself."

"Oh, wow."

I can afford it anyway.

Gone......, Gone......, Gone......, Gone......,

The eleven o'clock bell rang.

One more hour.

The three of us will hold hands in the alley and jump inside the clock tower.

Get dressed first.

Me and Saran have hunter boots in hunter clothes.

Saran boasts a burl sword on his hips.

Mr. Blanc has an embroidered black shirt with lamb on black clothes, skinny trousers. This is a gobbly boot with gloves, black on a black twat hat and an example cloak with a red lining.

And wear the Burr sword borrowed from Mr. Dowl in the village of Tokol in Elf.

Let Mr. Blanc hold the radio and set it up, lock it up and put it on his waist belt.

Secure the wire with gum tape and hold it from the top of your ear with a bond cream to prevent the earphones from falling off your ear. This is going to be intense action, so we have to do this.

"This is amazing, it's sticky. Convenient."

Yeah, band-aid and gum tape, what's so amazing about this world? This is our regular equipment I bought from a magic bag.

Me and Saran are also equipped with radios.

"Test test, sunny day"

"Test test, sunny day"

"Test test, brilliant sunshine!

Yeah, it's the best weather.

More importantly, windless.

Make sure that each of the three radios is automatically transmitted by voice on VOX.

"Tripod"

Pull your tripod out of the velcro bag.

In short, it's a gun seat.

Place on the floor with pattin pattin and height. It's a heavy one.

"Machine rest"

It's a platform for putting guns on. What's different from a normal bench rest is that the lever with a large grip is stretched so that when you move that lever wide up, down, left, and right, the muzzle can be small and precisely up, down, and right. I'll take care of the guns, and the sniper will use the lever to fine-tune and aim. This is the real thing professionally used in bench rest competitions.

"Remington M700, 338 Lapua Magnum!

This is a super long range sniper rifle I bought wondering if this could happen!