Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Believe it or not, I can't... No, I can't even say that. It's not unlikely."

Phantom with a terribly troubling look, emitting a grunt. His words were a reaction to Taro's awakening in the Galactic Empire and to what he had told us about the Earth.

"Earth... I thought it was exactly a word to give an era older than Imperial History, but was it the name of the planet itself... this guy is a fact that turns history upside down. Honestly, I'm done... Oh, no, don't worry, I'm not going to publish it."

His face, which took the hood away, was calm and roughly invisible to a human called Reaper's. Deep carved face, solid eyebrows. The mouth, which always seemed to smile, made a gentle impression, but only the eyes were different. By the unusual, sharp.

"Do you believe that? Believe me, what am I supposed to say, but this is ridiculous?

Alan looks relaxed on the couch whether it was also a change of heart. That way, Phantom, who only points his gaze at you.

"Considering how you reacted when you showed your antiques, If you are a collector or intellectuals, you will naturally have the possibility to know, but it is unlikely that you will be as frightened as that. I don't think anyone can fire. Even cautious people laugh bitterly at best."

With that said, Phantom reaches out and puts a decoy and a pistol on his desk. When Alan looks intrigued and takes it in his hands, he begins to make serious observations.

"Gunpowder propulsion... ugh, this guy is an amazingly primitive weapon. The trigger and hammer are just linked, and the electronic device has nothing on it. Well, it looks like there's a rifling, but there's no place to inject gunpowder. Is that a drug ceremony? I guess loading's a hassle."

Will blood as an ex-military make a scene? Alan looks fun in the back with a rotating pistol and a tone.

"Sure, six bullets set, I don't know what you got. Speed loader? They make it easy with that. I've seen you use tools like that in movies."

Taro explains bullet-supply with gestures. He said to me, "Are you talking about this?" and Phantom handed him a bullet-feeding device just like that.

"Yes, this is it...... oh no, was a pistol bullet this big?

Six bullets, grown from cylindrical metal. Each one is bigger than Taro's thumb.

"I told you, that's a replica. The real thing, like hundreds of millions of credits, is to sleep in the collectors' warehouse. It's made of ivory metal and the warhead is alloy with tungsten. The propulsion is not gunpowder either, it's a plasma bulge. Something similar."

To Phantom's explanation, Taro raised his admiration. Most of Phantom's explanations didn't make sense, but I could somehow imagine the magnitude of the force in that big bullet.

"At least, if it hits my body, I'll be dead for sure. Depending on where you hit it, it's going to be pretty eggy... Alan? No, what do you want?

Alan takes the bullet from Taro's hand and loads it into the pistol with no expression. When you do it naturally, as if it were a weapon you know on your own, slowly set up a gun aimed at Phantom's forehead.

"You should stop. The recoil is larger than a large rifle. You won't just have to break your wrist."

A cool-faced phantom while being pointed at by a gun.

"I guess... by the way, can this warhead kill you?

"I don't know. I know it's hard, but I personally don't want to try it. Reinforced skeletons will play bullets, but what hurts hurts. It also takes time to regenerate the skin"

"Right. Then it's okay. I'll give it back."

Like nothing happened, Alan throws a gun at Phantom. When Phantom receives it, he pulls out the bullet with a familiar hand. And I don't know how, grated taro.

"It's okay, Taylor. I'm done. I'm sorry... for once this guy was the enemy of my people"

A troubled grin, Alan. Taro mutters, "Oh my..." he shuts up without finding the words to speak. It was salvation that Alan's words were in the past.

"Besides, I guess pulling the trigger won't hit this guy. He" avoids "bullets. The minute I move my fingers, I say goodbye from my wrist for a while. That was the time. I still don't think so."

Alan sits back on the couch with the look of giving up something. "I'm not avoiding anything else," Phantom said, taking Alan's word.

"Based on the future I saw in BISHOP, I'm just moving to a safe position beforehand... come on, that's enough for today. It's time to open up. We should think we're done with the important story."

"Yeah, no, I still get a response..."

"The answer is no, boy. I'm very interested in being an antique collector, but that's against you. Not in your company."

When Phantom says so, he points his finger at the entrance door. Taro still tries to eat down, but he rethinks it won't be a good idea and stops.

"Okay. Now if you'll excuse me for being here today... uh, I'd like to hear more about the planet, but can I come back?

"You're always welcome...... but you should stop. If the Empire knew where you were with me, you wouldn't be talking about people."

"Uh, sure. It doesn't seem strange even if they think you're up to something bad... by the way, can I ask you one last thing?

Put your hands on the entrance door and look back and be tall. Phantom doesn't look anything like that. "What? Answer."

"Why did you go out of your way to help me?"

"... go on"

"Oh, yes. No, look, Mr. Phantom, he was after my life. He said something windy, but that's a lie, right? It's a weird story about people just coming over here hanging out with local organizations, and if I'm a lousy money changer, I'm gonna kill you crisp without bothering to threaten you, right?

"... because you seemed like a good person. I expect to be one of the citizens."

Phantom giving him one finger and slowly bringing his face closer.

"Although it is ostensibly neutral, there have been recent moves in companies connected behind the Enzio alliance. So are the hunters. You should think something is being leaked... perhaps you should be the bounty neck in the near future. Enzio-funded."

"... ahhh, I see. Is that what you're saying... so you're going to encourage me to be vigilant. Thank you."

"You can't name yourself someone, and I don't think you believed me where I told you to be careful with that. Unfortunately, I seem to have been sniffed out, but thank goodness for all that. I can't believe there was a connection between survival seven years ago and you."

"Right. I didn't know either... but isn't this guy just destiny to have such a coincidence in a wide galaxy?

"The God of Odds does unexpected mischief once in a while... give up on me already. I'm not going to do charity."

Phantom turns off his expression and pushes Taro so he can chase him. I imagine it would be utterly useless to resist the power as if it were being pushed even by tanks.

"Uh, well, this. Please give this to your sister. I brought some souvenirs instead!!

At that moment when the door is closed, Taro offers the little box he was holding. When Phantom received it from a slight gap, he said, "Thank you. Now it's goodbye," he closed the door strongly.

"Oh, that. What? I'm so sorry about today."

In the car returning from the mysterious street, supposedly Phantom House. Alan sitting across the street from Taro emits feeling really sorry for him. He said to Alan, "What?," said Taro.

"What a chance it was to ruin my life. I'm disqualified as an executive. I don't care if you do anything to my neck."

Unhectic, vain expression Alan. Taro looks at Alan like that silently for a while and opens his mouth.

"If I had pulled the trigger over there, I might have... but I think the results would have been together with or without that one, because I'm usually doomed too. Oh, come on."

If you really think so, Taro cages your heart. Alan, hearing Taro's words, goes on to say "I'm sorry" again with his face down.

"Perhaps now we'll never be able to find him again. I was talking about myself when I did it, and I'm supposed to move the rattles."

"No, well, we were originally talking about asking you by chance, so it's called no use. Let's go next, then... and..."

Taro recalls the feeling of the box in his hand, recalling the scattered struggles he had made to make a souvenir. It was a week of insomnia work involving Marl and Xiaomei.

"- I'm sure there's some reaction. He's probably a good guy."

From discussions with Phantom, three days later. Rising Sun faces, who had worked out the new station defense equipment and the concept of a new fleet, were rushing and steady in their work as usual.

The idea of creating an educational organization was temporarily shelved, but you can't do anything about it. Given the smooth progression after the go sign came out, there were a lot of things to do.

"I don't feel comfortable boiling a proposal that might disappear."

Marl with his cheek cane and making it look boring. I totally agree with Taro and didn't like it very much.

"I guess I'll have to wait for the good guys to come in feeling good about the temper... like the Veterans of the Empire or something"

"You can't do that. I can't keep up with the price competition. Everywhere I want my hands out of my throat... more than this previous arr. What happened to you?

What Marr is talking about is probably an example of a souvenir he sent to Leila. Taro continues, "Oh, that one".

"I gave it to you once, but I haven't heard from you since..."

When Taro with his shoulders flashed like that. The office door opens vigorously and Alan, who has changed his blood phase, rushes in. Along with turning a gaze on what the hell is going on, Alan emits.

"Taylor!! What kind of magic did you use? Phantom contacted me and said I wanted to consider the case positively!!

To Alan's report, Taro jumps up while posing as a gut. Alan walks over to such a tall place, "It's for you," he says, handing me a single chip. When Taro put his chip on his forehead, the short text that was in it poured into his head.

"I've been shown your sincerity. Have a nice farewell, thank you. My sister is delighted. Don't ask me how I made this, but it must have been quite a struggle. I didn't expect to be able to have a decent conversation with her at this age either. Though I didn't think you were such a chatty sister. This translator is still going to get more vocabulary, but I took it that was a manifestation of your will there. Looking forward to the next version"