Wolf Barrel 5.56

It was so different from the original plan, but it largely unfolded exactly as it was intended.

"Mm-hmm. Cora!

My name is Ogami, the adventurer. This is the moment I said, may I have a moment?

One of the noblemen who was hanging out in the teahouse slammed the hot water swallow to the ground and approached him with a threatening voice. The mockery floats colorfully on his face. Well, even when I said adventurer, I guess I decided from Shoboi that I was the right person to provoke.

Officials are just watching from a remote position and don't give a shit.

Assuming I'm stabbed in the chest and I'm dead, it's my own fault.

He had nothing to do with it, and it was my responsibility to refuse to accompany him.

Of course I'm ready.

"What's an adventurer doing to us? Are you an adventurer?

He threatens me by deforming my face like paper clay.

While doing so, a new face came out of the teahouse one after another.

If you look closely, all those facial rashes are human species.

There is not a single other race, such as elves and beasts.

Spill a sigh inside. What are you doing, human disgrace?

I was sick of saying what I had prepared. [M]

"Your behavior is bothering everyone in this resting place."

"So...? I don't care who's in trouble."

"But we're actually getting complaints to the guild. Wouldn't it bother your parents if things got bigger like this? Would you please accompany the Adventurers Guild in the town of Salla once to make things easier?

"Huh? Why would I have to do something like that with Darry? More or less, I don't think Temehe can handle it."

……

It's none of your business. It's all your business.

You look so handicapped, you blow it like a watermelon right now. You don't even give a bite to evil emotions, you just make the receptionist smile. Woof.

"I know this is very annoying for all the nobles, but once"

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Anyway, once, to the town of Salla"

"Shut up! What are you talking about? You! You're not talking about me!

No, it's not a conversation.

The approaching aristocrats bark at each other.

"Seriously, though, huh? Koitz."

"Tsuko-ya, more or less we did it. Let me see it, Shigeko."

"Yeah, let me see that."

"If you called me, you'd have a victim, wouldn't you? Let me out, here."

"Say something. You're not freaking out, Ola!

It was words and deeds that made me want to suspect if these guys were really aristocrats.

It's like a delinquent boy in a school drama.

But unfortunately, it's not the bloodthirsty teacher with 3-B who's right in front of you, it's the wolf with the skin of a person.

"Either way, Oi, it's for you, Gora!

There is an exasperated voice at me looking over my shoulder. [M]

I put my face back together.

"Excuse me, I was just checking to see if there was an obstacle back there."

"Oh?"

The face of the nobleman is incredibly distorted.

He won't understand. What will happen here soon?

And finally, the situation I was hoping for.

"Hey Cora!!

One nobleman shouted, with his sword on his shoulder, approaching him with a fluttering foothold.

"Yo, you, I don't know if you're an adventurer or something, but you're waxing me?

Approaching the tip of his eyes and nose, he turns his eyes open like lizards.

And he pulled out about half his sword so as to threaten him, and let himself flinch.

We're almost there.

"How dare you let us? Ah?"

"No, these adventurers are freaking out just to see."

"Hey, can I stab him? Can I turn it into a rust of sword?

"Gahahaha, do it, do it!

"All right."

The noisy noise arose around him, and the man in front of him pulled his sword completely out of his sheath in response.

Then he grabbed the pattern with both hands and slowly tried to turn his cut towards me.

Yes, out.

I summoned Beretta M92F with an electrolithographic fire.

Concurrently with the summons, move your left hand accurately, remove the weakly loaded magazine from the magazine pouch, plug it into the beretta produced from the whirlpool of green lights to pull the slide, send your first bullet into the dispensary and wrap your right hand around the grip in a good way.

It moves fast and precisely as if your left hand were a programmed robotic arm.

Its motion from summoning to moving to shooting posture was completed in no more than two seconds, scraping and compacting as much waste as possible.

It was a gift of daily training and reflection.

"... na"

To my sudden behavior, the man has his eyes rounded and stiff.

It's like the first reaction I've seen since I was born.

Oh, you're a wizard.

About now?

The man groans forgetting that he was even about to attack me.

I squeezed the trigger while I was stunned by the fluency.

The feeling of the slide retracting.

A more modest than usual firing sound, like nailing a thick firing stirol, called basung.

The ejected warhead hit the man's right knee.

Weak loading was enough to destroy a man's knee, even though it contained its power to the brink. Crushing a man's knee and brutally tearing his ligaments apart.

I rarely crack my skin because I'm also working on a warhead. I've tested it with 2,000 rounds of Rabbit Claw skin, so there's no mistake.

The man's knee crept in the opposite direction, his body rolling like an empitch.

At the next moment, a man's scream echoed around Totori.

Only voices are good.

Fed up, I put a few meters away from the upset nobles.

Keeping from being turned around behind the back while checking the position of the nobles.

And I warned him too late.

"I have no right to attack you unilaterally, but I have the right to defend myself. I won't attack you if you obey the adults, but I won't condone you for self-defense if you behave like him. Will you obey?

There was no way they could honestly follow that word.

The aristocrats, who do not properly understand the situation, pull their swords and spears out of their sheaths and set them aside, glaring their eyes.

And pointed that cut at me. I don't even understand what that means.

I'm glad I did what I thought.

Alone, I can't fit a belly bug at all.

Officials are about to come over here noticing the anomaly, but 'coincidence', the horse in front of them is making a noise, and that's getting in the way and I can't move.

We still have plenty of time.

One nobleman can yell at me.

"I wish I'd killed him!

Try it.

With an abusive grin, I politely squeeze the trigger.

A warhead specializing in smashing landed on the man's right femur.

Zackles and cracks in a bunch of thick muscles, further behind thin skin and subcutaneous fat.

The muscle fibers tear and, at the same time, the surrounding muscles atrophy and the open wounds spread further left and right.

There was no bleeding or fracture, but the man's injury was never mild.

Type III muscle strain.

Severe enough to require surgery. There's no way even professional baseball players can afford unprepared men for that fierce pain of screaming and rolling around the mount.

Continuously polluting his evil hobby pants reminiscent of peacock feathers, he circles around the ground.

But unfortunately, all around us, it just looks like the wind that a man is overaching.

That's why the nobles' feet don't stop.

To the nobles trying to get closer and closer, I lay a bullet at the right distance. The shooting will make you aware of the pain for the first time.

That's what people's pain is.

The next time you hit someone, remember them properly, right?

Quickly reload and aim.

Successfully breaking the arms and legs of the nobles.

Every time a gunshot struck a tree spirit in the open space of the rest stop, the number of injured increased.

"Oh, you know who my father is!!

A red-haired man with a floating face emits a tall voice.

I'm sorry, but I don't know.

Crush the tibial bone instead of the hammer.

The scuffling man was rolling around the ground screaming.

In front of the sight, the truth came out.

"That's how you only prestige the weak, hide in the shadows of your parents, and don't take responsibility for what you've done"

"Are you pitiful as a man?

With disdain, he stared at the aristocrats rolling at his feet.

- Just a little bit more until the staff arrives.

Things have changed here.

"Out of the way, I got you!

In response to that anger, the nobles scattered Zach left and right. From the back, a big man approaches. Unlike the youngsters, the big man had solid muscle-covered flesh.

It's like a rock stuck in a human form.

Especially the brachial muscles. It's too exhilarating and disgusting. If they hit me in the face with that cobush, there wouldn't be any such thing as me.

Apparently he's a related party too. He must be a cautious guy hired to look into it.

Unlike prior information. But that happens.

The adventurer has an unexpected situation. The ability to respond flexibly to it is required.

Right, Mr. Stella?

The big man has a thick round table about 2m in diameter that he kept in the teahouse with both hands, as if by Frisbee's instructions, and he's about to throw it here.

When they do that, it gets worse all at once.

I immediately shifted my aim to the big man and hit one bullet in the thigh and belly.

I stopped the throwing motion with it, but not until I broke the bone.

He doesn't seem to have sustained any injuries.

For a man's tough, thick muscles, weak loading doesn't seem powerful enough.

What kind of body are you?

Chip, tongue-in-cheek.

I was unsure for a moment if I would use live ammunition, but I rejected it.

The big man doesn't give this one time to think about it, and he comes in with a round table as his shield.

At the same time, one of the aristocrats, left and right away, approaches to poke a spear from the side.

- It won't be long before the staff arrives.

Come on. What do we do?

My body was moving before I got an answer. [M]

While retreating, firing first at the noble thighs with spears. Take off the first shot but land on the second. My leg muscles must have flashly broken, the nobleman rolled to the ground.

And then he turned to the round-table bastard who was pushing through and slammed all the bullets in the magazine. The aim is inaccurate because he is shooting with only his' right hand ', but he can manage to put a bullet together at the table. In the third shot, a crack entered, and in the fifth shot, the table smashed in momentum, and the splashed fragment struck the face of the big man with its impact.

But again, the big man is not frightened by that stuff.

With as many pieces of wood as his index finger pierced around his cheek and clavicle, the big man threw away the wreckage of the table and staggered him.

The big man packs his distance from me all at once.

Beretta on the right is just out of ammo. Reloading (reloading) won't happen in time.

And made contact.

A collision sound called dong.

Bones and meat were crushed, and the noise rang around.

Set aside a beat,

"No, no, no, no, no!"

The big man opened his mouth to the point where his jaw came off and screamed, punching around the ground.

The bullfight-like thrust was held back by a transparent wall that stood in front of me.

The winding dust reveals the full contents of the wall.

While the big man was approaching Notanota at the table, I summoned the Liot Shield with my left hand and placed it on the path to glue it to the ground.

I guess I was excited and didn't notice the translucent wall.

The liotto shield, which should have been perpendicular to the sight, was bent diagonally.

The big man would have hit a strong wall, like a car collision test, with all his might. The result is a broken shoulder and arm. I would have done a lot of ribs too. It is regrettable that the airback is not equipped for the big man's body.

You look like you're getting all these eggy injuries, but you tried to hit me with that speed, so you're not gonna pity me, are you?

His consciousness shortens due to severe pain, and the big man peels off his white eyes and stops moving.

The nobles around them who saw it completely lost their will to war and abandoned their swords and spears.

An offer to surrender?

……

The rushing staff is standing next to me, flattered as well.

The hustle and bustle were misty and what a strange silence could stand around.

It was just a zombie-like groan coming from the ground.

I guess it's time for the tide.

When I took out my pocket watch, I briefly explained it to the war-freezing nobles.

"I'm leaving for the town of Salla in three minutes, so could you please board that carriage over there? When you arrive, you'll be in the Adventurer's Guild, and you'll have to explain how it all depends."

So once separated, I let the voice do the dos.

"By the way, after three minutes, I'll put it in a body bag. Then pack your bags and get in the carriage. Yo, Don."

Of course the body bag is just a threat. But the effect is immense.

The moment I struck my hand, the nobles rushed out to the carriage with us, as if they had been lifted from hypnosis.

A staff member standing next to him starts transporting the wounded and unable to move.

At that time, he sent me a gaze that said something, but I dared not look.

I don't know.

These guys suck.

Then again and again, the teahouse employees who were watching over how things went, "Thank you," bowed their heads to me.

I guess the nobles were in real trouble.

Everyone there had a relief look on his face like a possession had been taken.

Some held my hand in tears. [M] The hand showed severe burn marks.

……

The words didn't come out.

I think it was almost as barbaric as bumping my anger.

There was no justice or goodwill there, just violence to make the nobles "bully" them. That's all.

But this realization that the act could have been their salvation gave me such a strange sense of happiness that warm water poured into the invisible cavity in my chest.

I left Totori behind while being dropped off by the staff. [M]

This was my first job.

I didn't think it was a bad job.

Not so far.

"That's funny, that little wolf."

The woman throws away the chiseled horsehair and leaves the spot behind.

In keeping with the movement, the redhead stroked the void fluttering.