Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Some time after the inspection of Rising Sun Battle School. Looking for a partner to mass-produce and deploy a fully-motivated large rail gun, Taro was running around all over Katsushika.

There were factories that had already decided to contract and were operational, but could never be said to be a sufficient number. If we were only to produce enough to defend the Katsushika system, we would have been able to produce it in time, but if we were to look ahead, the story would change.

"You can't have that place earlier. You don't seem to have a reputation in your neighborhood."

The mobile device contained rumors and reputations about the factory that had stopped by earlier, and they were not very aromatic. It doesn't even go as bad as bad, but the company doesn't seem to provide a very good environment for its employees.

"Looks like we have regular records of accidents. You had one two months ago. Looks like a few employees have been seriously injured... they haven't been on the table since we were done talking."

"Oh, that's doc info... Alan? Well, that's Magimon's information. Let's not."

If we let him gather information, Alan with no one to the right at Rising Sun. We will move the factory from the candidate list as we can trust the information from him. Destination is a quasi-black list.

"Then I guess it's up to Yoshida Heavy Industries and S Materials. I hear S. Narrow Publishing will take the publicity, and then we'll just leave the results behind."

When I think of several companies already entering a specific meeting phase in my head, I snort Satisfactorily Taro.

S (Silverman) Materials Inc. is a company literally run by Mayor Silverman for a long time and has a great reputation in Katsushika. And Yoshida Heavy Industries is a large company spanning a nearby system based on Katsushika.

The important thing here is that the two companies that place orders for parts are, in one way or another, companies that place a specific weight on outsourced production. If you're dealing with a company that produces its own whatever it takes, you're off the "Let's Make Money Together" philosophy that is Taro's goal.

"I hope profits turn to small and medium-sized businesses properly. Than that, Taylor, did you hear? You're a prize neck for 200,000 credits."

"Ugh, here we are at last!! That's a small amount!!?

From the general public's point of view it would undoubtedly be a lot of money, but from the feeling of Taro, who began to make hundreds of millions, it felt like an amount too small for each person's life. Of course, there is no doubt that it is as safe as it is cheap, but what a complicated feeling it felt that my value was quoted cheaply.

"They don't mind killing, kidnapping, either. Alan and Phantom say that if we try to be careful about inadvertent imitations for now, we'll be fine. Same as before, take someone when you go out. Luckily, because we seem to have a lot of militants."

With a slightly frightened look, Marl flaunts his shoulder. Taro thinks of the people close to her when she says what she can do. Alan and Phantom, military personnel, and four hunter Cats. Lately, we haven't seen each other in the face, but there are some Bellas and Skoles who are mafias. Can Dean also be called a familiar person these days?

"... I wasn't aware of it, but Ikachi wasn't aware of it. If I were someone else, I'd never want to be near you."

"It's okay. That's what the general public thinks. Including you of course."

"That's right...... eh, lie. Me too? No, no, I don't. Me, me, huh?

Taro panicking when he's out of his mind, marl sighing.

"Hand in hand with the famous Mafian Corp there, the parent of a heavily armed transport fleet and weapons production and development company that hunters and ex-militaries consolidate around themselves. There are also adult goods sales and stuff in the source of funds. And the Union has a relative of a senior Imperial Army official, a man known as the Commander at the Battleship Technology Training Center (Battle School). What would you think if I asked you this normally?

"Yes, no matter what you think, you're the master of the Secret Society of Evil."

Marr's portrait of the man was what one could call the villain of the story, in the animations and films of the planet he knew so well.

"Damn, it's not frigid. Where did I go wrong...... more like this for me, I was looking for a refreshing second cool route. People with guns in their arms, people who use the power of the Force."

"Oh, my God, my arm says it's a gun. Cyborg?"

"No, no, you have to say" Hugh "there. If it's Xiao Mei, I would seriously say... oh, it's time."

When Taro checks the arrival time of the high-speed moving vehicle displayed on the terminal, he decides to board the electromagnetic vehicle, which came without sound through the metal tube.

The old design Katsushika station has a lot of curves and can't give much speed, but it was still the best way to travel. In just over a dozen minutes, they take us to every part of the station. Although there were no windows on the body, there was always some kind of CM flowing on the monitor attached to the wall, and at least I never had time. It seems that companies are trying to entertain their audience with their hands so that they don't feel bad about boring commercials.

"Still no big move in the war, huh? I don't know. What are they thinking over there?

The report from Clark displayed on the terminal contained a statement to the effect that there was no movement on the front against Enzio.

"I don't know. But I don't think you're willing to do it for a while because your motive is motive."

Looks boring, Marl.

"I don't know what to say, but it's like economic measures, right? I'm going to see how it goes until we're rearmed."

The war between Enzio and EAP has calmed down to the extent of occasional small skirmishes. Regardless of the originally unwilling EAP, the lack of movement on Enzio's part, which had declared war, was somewhat creepy to Taro.

"I have a bad feeling about it. I wish I knew what was going on over there soon, but the information and the logistics are split up."

The collapse of the old neural net has completely severed the information between the EAP and the Enzio Alliance territory. There was thus no movement of persons during the war, to the extent that, very rarely, displaced persons and unarmed merchants crossed the border. And they don't divulge information around them. One for his own life. One for the money.

"Why don't you hang on to Lynn next time and see? You must have some kind of information, and you won't be left unattended. There's too much weird stuff about Wind, and I'm curious."

"That's right," said Taro, nodding to Marl's suggestion. The TRB Union did not subscribe to the EAP umbrella, so it is in a reciprocal relationship at first. Based on the scale, there are differences in digits, but it is believed that there is nothing to hide deadly information.

"I'll find the time and get back to you. There's nothing I can do about this. It doesn't seem like I'm busy. As for Wynd, honestly, I'm curious too. Too peaceful these days."

"Right. Only three discoveries have been reported since this month. Once every three days until last month... I wonder if we might be building a massive group somewhere."

"Um, the area that can be overdriven should be scanned quite extensively, so I don't think there's any clustering in one place."

The universe appears to have a free path in all directions, but it is not. The concentration of drive particles that are still ragged limits the jumpable region. Thousands of years - or tens of millions of years!! - I can't even say I'm free if I'm going to sail all the time, but that's only possible.

- Incoming caller: Secret (encrypted) -

Huh, the letters that came up in Taro's BISHOP. Taro deciphers it, no matter what, and goes through the short text.

"It's from Dr. Aljimov... Whoa, seriously. No, no, that's not true, Doctor."

Staring into the void, Taro is alone in trouble. Marl in such a tall way that he wonders, "What, tell me".

"It's Earth, Earth. The Doctor was working on the observation data, right? It turned out that way."

"Yeah, that's not awesome. I don't think it's a very good place from your expression."

"Ouch. Ten or eighty-nine, he said it would be further behind Enzio territory. They say there's a suspicious radius of 500 light years around star B424. No, no, it's too big... uh, the Doctor seems willing to go, and his assistants seized him where he got on the spaceship. You can't do it now, Doctor...... that's funny."

I guess that appeared to me somehow in Taro's words. "Ah," Marl nodded as he was convinced.

"As always, Doctor. But that narrows it down a lot. Until now, it was nearly 10,000 areas in light years, so that's a lot of progress. I bought six devices that cost 15 million credits, so I'm having trouble getting that much results."

To Marl's voice, "What..." said Taro, a bitter laugh. Just a substitute I bought by pushing off the opposite with the Doctor, for now it feels like a relief. If I can't get any results from this, I can't even look.

"Even so, Earth. I've been busy lately and I haven't been very conscious, but I still want to go home when I remember. I want to look up at the sky and relax, and I drink miso soup."

Taro reminds me of my hometown where I was born and raised and runs the feel of the various ingredients that used to be on my tongue. The Empire had no less than the planet, and there were many different dishes, but it was also true that none of them came much more than this one. The cuisine comes from culture, but in that regard, the empire was pioneering.

"Hmm...... is that good?

Marl exhales at the frustrated taro. Marl opens his mouth again when Taro answers it "That's it already".

And what came up was a simple answer that I had to wonder why I wouldn't have thought of if I'd come up with later.

"Then you can make it."