Wolf Barrel 5.56

4: 00 a.m. the next morning.

Leaving the hotel while the area was still dim, I headed to the fountain square where the morning market was open. So after a bit of shopping, we set off towards our destination today, the "North Forest". The town is still asleep and full of quiet air.

Through the sparse streets of the crowd, greeting the old man who was cleaning, walking through the stone gates and out of town, it was just around the time when the sun rose from the front.

The sun peeks into his face from the mountains, and the morning burn dyes the flowers of grass blooming at his feet.

The cold wind strokes my cheeks.

Close your eyes and breathe in, and the morning air from your nose goes into your lungs.

I feel as if I have washed the inside of my body with water.

All right!

I was in the mood to do my best today, and I stepped out.

The northern forest was not so far from the town and arrived less than an hour's walk away.

One caveat in this forest.

that the back of the forest is due to state-owned land and that it will never enter except for those involved.

So the hunting grounds will be around the forest entrance.

The target, the rock boar, likes mushrooms that live on the border between the forest and the meadow, and comes out of the woods to eat mushrooms at a set time in the morning. So if you're ambushing me, you don't have to go into the woods on purpose.

But if you can escape behind the woods by hand, it's troublesome, so you definitely need to stop with one shot. Today I decided to use M4A1 from the start, not a pistol.

I'm not going to hunt many today unlike yesterday.

One, and if possible two, is my goal today. Well, it's looking good.

And there's another difference.

This time it's an ambush, so you don't have to move around like you did when you were in Rabbit Claw.

Rock boars seem to be less intelligent, and if you keep your favorite mushrooms piled up in a nice spot to see, they'll come and stick their heads in on their own.

Well, I mean, it's like 'fishing to do on land'.

I will now rely on notes to collect the mushrooms that feed me.

And they piled up in the meadow, which was so far from the woods.

To finish, sprinkle mushrooms with a knife into pieces to guide them.

Now the bottom is ready.

I decided to ambush myself about 100 meters from the mountain of mushrooms in an ambush in a slope. Equipped with gloves, knee pads and magazine pouches, keep them in a light prep exercise and ready to move at any time.

Two spare 9mm magazines in the magazine pouch. Keep three 5,56 mm magazines at your feet so you can handle an unintended streak.

I don't give out guns yet. Summoning a gun is just before you attack.

Having completed all my preparations, I lay down on the grass and gaze at the mountains.

"Um, I'm not coming"

It was the same as fishing, there was no sign that the fish would eat it as soon as it brought in the thread, and there was no sign that the rock boar was going to come out. Well, do we have to wait for temperament?

I have nothing to do. I decided to have breakfast here first.

Expand the packaging I bought in the morning market.

The moment I untied the knot, the fragrant smell of the butter burning tickled my nasal cavity.

In an instant, my mouth is spitting.

What I bought was a few thick waffles and milk tea in a water bottle.

The sandwiches and tea I bought yesterday were both fucking unsavory, so I tried them properly this time before buying them. The real world and other worlds seem to be no different when shopping just for packages.

Tea is milk tea like Thai Mathura Chai, and when you sip it, it tastes amazing with spicy flavors like shoga and intense milk flavors. I don't have that discomfort, either, which is characteristic of dark milk tea and leaves it perfectly on my throat.

Waffles are very interesting to chew on, with a mottled texture and crisp teeth on the surface burning eyes at once. Tastes great too!

It's full of sugar jarries in particular! You know what I mean!

Bring tea and waffles alternately to your mouth.

What the hell, this combination, this mess is delicious!

I regret so much that I should have bought chocolate and herbal adventures without planing all the waffles. Let's do that again. Let's have some fun next time.

A tickling little bird chirps overhead.

The chilly air is heated to a pleasant temperature by the sun.

It's kind of like I'm here for a picnic.

Tense for a delicious breakfast, I forgot my original purpose,

"That, yummy?

"Buh."

I was suddenly called out and accidentally blew tea.

Turning as he wiped his mouth, somehow right beside him, one girl stood Potsung.

Fairy.

When I saw the girl, I thought of those words.

The girl, about junior year in elementary school, was dressed like a witch at a Halloween party.

Fluffy and shaky in the wind, Short Bob has silky silver hair.

Its silver head had ears of piocons and beasts.

"Dog ears?

The white dog's ears trembled with piqun as he reacted to my voice.

It's real. Is it the Beast Man's child?

I saw the Beastman child several times in town as well, but this girl had a completely different vibe than those children.

Clear skin. On its face, which was not stained, but had not floated anything expressive.

"That, yummy?

The girl stared at me with no expression and asked me the same thing.

Oh, maybe.

"You want this?

Lifting the waffle, the girl nodded.

When I finally got to the point, I laughed gently, "Fine," trying to give the new waffle to the girl - I stopped.

"Wait a minute."

With her hands sticking out, the girl clutches her neck in wonder.

Likewise, the dog ears bent over with cotton.

I'm not being mean at all.

The little hand in front of me was already stunningly muddy.

On my way to the North Forest, I was discovering a place where water was gushing out of a rift of rocks.

I guess it's a water drinking area.

Around there were wooden benches and barrels left untouched.

I advised the girl to wash her hands here.

No matter how much you explain, just bend your neck, and it won't convey at all.

But I decided to wash it for you. Around the girl's back, holding it so as to envelop its red-leaved hands, she took it to the gushing water.

The water is colder than I thought,

"Mmm."

The girl's body snapped with a pickle.

"I'll be done in a minute, so just be patient, okay?

The girl's head around her chest nods cocoonly.

Such a child.

Wash between nails and fingers with care. If there's mud in your mouth, it's tough.

(Sounds like you've got a little older sister when you're doing this)

When I finished washing my hands with a smile, I gently stuffed them with the towel I had brought.

Finally, I reconnected the girl's one hand and smiled and praised her.

"Yes, well done. So, you want some?

"Huh."

A girl who snorts honestly.

At that time, I felt like a silver sippo growing from my waist had shaken even though there was no wind.

The girl wants a waffle. She seems to like it.

He grabs a waffle with both hands that is as good as his own face, and wriggles around with Mommy Mommy Mommy. This is the second one.

He kind of has a girlie obsession with the way he eats it, and he eats it as he spins it around the corners first, rounding it up, peeling it off of the apple.

Thanks to you, your hands are behaved.

I thought, "Ah," but I was laughing and looking at that adorable figure.

The girl's name is Pitica.

I'm going to go over the details after dinner, but I think it's my expectation that I've lost my parents.

There can't be just one girl in this place away from town.

Find Pitica's parents when you're done eating.

That makes me unable to hunt, but, well, I can't help it.

I didn't have a choice to leave Pitica here.

I've been looking out at Pitica's dining landscape for a while. My eyes,

――

supplemented the target.

A nerve that was relaxed takes a critical stance in an instant.

At the end of your gaze.

I tried to stick my face in a mountain of mushrooms, and there was one boar.

Size is about double the size of a rabbit claw. It looks like a flat rock stuck to your back.

As you move, your eyes appear connected to the rock. The design resembles Armadillo.

Definitely. It's my prey.

Summon M4A1 quickly and insert the spare magazine that was stuck in your pants.

Then take the Neeling position.

The distance is 100 m.

It's awfully far from being targeted on an iron site, but it's not hard because of the large target.

This time, I know exactly where the steeple is. I have a heart at the base of my right leg.

Now we don't need to bother attacking from above solid armor.

Besides, I'm obsessed with eating and barely moving.

Easy win.

The beast in me groaned. [M]

"Singo?"

You detected my anomaly, and Pitica stops eating and asks.

Shit, I was too focused to forget about Pitica.

Immediately halt the action and change the operation.

However, the female of the rock boar is dangerous because of her rough temper, but the male is timid, so I heard she escapes surprised by the loud noise. It's the male you're after right now, so if you remove the bullet, you're not at risk of being attacked. I can't confirm the appearance of any other rock boar around.

Decided it was okay to continue.

"Sorry, Pitica. I'm going to make a loud noise right now, so will you keep your ears shut? And if you're afraid of blood, close your eyes. Can you?"

"Huh."

Why? Why? Not asking, Pitica stopped eating and blocked her ears above her head in the form of a banzai. Good boy. Driven by the urge to stroke, but that's later.

I switch my head and concentrate all my nerves on the trigger.

I like this moment the most, then.

Because I feel like my eyeballs have become loaded bullets.

Set a course for the steeple, and I breathe thinly and deeply.

And I squeezed the trigger at the time when I held my breath.

A single shot is sucked into the sky.

A 5,56 mm bullet hit a steep point of a rock boar 100 m away. A fierce impact tore the boar's heart and guts to a snag and the bullet, still unsatisfied with destruction, further damaged his ribs and broke his muscles, jumping out of the opposite side to determine the ground.

A large body of rock boars collapses pathan like a single domino.

He seems to have traveled to heaven while eating.

(All right!)

It was a good shot.

I squeezed the lingering finish on my right arm, and I held a good cobble in my heart.

There is no discomfort due to magic consumption.

If we take a break from this, we should probably do it again.

Anticipating it's over, Pitica approaches Tete.

The expression was flat, but those eyes seemed heartless or sparkling.

"Is that magic? Singo, wizard?

Pitica asks, pointing to the M4A1, which pulled out the magazine and also took out the ammunition in the barrel and put it in safe condition. I answered with a slight surprise that you were not afraid of her, relieving the tension I had strained.

"Yes, this is my magic. I'm still a wizard."

"Singo is also a wizard"

"Also?"

"Pitica is also a wizard"

So Pitica stuck her hand in the robe, took out a single stick and showed it to me. It's a stick the stars put on first.

I swing that stick around, and I strain my chest.

The faceless look is the same, but I found myself somewhere proud.

Oh, that's super cute. What is this creature?

Most of the time, I forget the demolition process and I see it.

"Pitica, you can use magic, right? Singo, you want to see it?

"Yeah, definitely."

As such, I could see that Pitica's thin pigmented eyes had a good power.

Pitica points the tip of the stick toward the tailored rock boar.

"Loud noise, singo, ear shut"

"Yes, sir."

You must be imitating me. [M] I blocked my ear, as I was told.

That was all I could smile about.

A bright red thunder fell on a rock boar.

At the moment of the lightning strike, I wondered if the world tore vertically.

The soil skin is selected so that the shock wave circles, and the ground is turned up so that it waves. Fine thunder lights run endlessly around the area, burning grass, tearing dirt, and doth black scars.

An unforgiving blast broke out, and a piece of flesh flew to my feet where I could be 100m. Seen, the flesh pieces were carbide.

When the soot smoke rises clears......

There was no figure of a rock boar there, instead there was an invisible vertical hole in the bottom.

It was a hell of a blow, with the right expression of God's wrath.

What do you say? Pitica looks back in her face.

"Soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot."

My voice shook unexpectedly and became a tribute.

Scary, children of this world, scary.

Pitica's tail, looking at me like that, rocked again.