Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 204

Projectile weapons are garbage weapons that don't even look like weapons. This has been widely known since time immemorial, and it was common sense.

The air that floats with magical power basically repels everything it collides with. Even an arrow trying to pry through the gap is quite noisy compared to its slow speed. Those with a good sense of humor simply detect it, and if they respond in time, they can easily bounce off it.

The same goes for bullets. The weapon, which is second to none in its noise, has always been criticized for its poor lethality. It is nothing more than a swarm of annoying flies that even ordinary people can't get rid of unless they fire it from a close range.

However, the military had a slightly different idea.

I thought it would be a huge advantage if only a general soldier could be bothered around an absolute strong man.

While the military was having a lot of fun, the one who appeared like a comet was the Musketeer Historia.

tang, tang.

Since this one was hiding in the container, bullets flew intermittently, as if reminding me of memories when I was about to forget.

Of course, bullets can't even penetrate the outer walls of containers. But you can't be at peace. Just when the mind is relaxed, the container is dented with an incredibly loud roar. Historia's bullet.

“Annoying swarm of flies. A wasp hiding inside… said that hmmm. It deserves to be called that.”

Tyr clasped his hand, and darkness running down the floor entered the container with a crumpled bullet. Tyr praised the bullets flying in a relaxed tone.

“Though the sun is shining, to crush the steel on which I have been branded. Even on that street.”

“okay. The complete version of military tactics. She's not called the military's daughter for nothing.”

The returner grunted and glared at me at the same time.

“At this point, I wonder if something strange has happened in Hameln. What the hell did you lose? A few days ago, he was just stinky and got out of the way, but now, he is risking his life to hold on to him?”

“It’s a personal matter. The person who wants to hold me must be Historia, right?”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, that’s it. It's long to explain. I am around sixteen years old. At the Military Secondary Military School, where two eight-year-old youths are trying to cut down their youth and turn them into weapons, we… .”

I sat down and recalled the old memories. Tyr listened to me and prepared to listen.

My fond memories of my high school days. Hameln on a small hill and a rippling river below it. Memories and dreams of staying there… .

“The conclusion is simple.”

“Sheesh. Not fun.”

“Is it fun? Now the enemy is right in front of you!”

“Okay, okay.”

I shrugged and explained.

“In Hameln, you tried to use the student a little bit like a bullet? Because of that, I used the tactics and combat skills I learned in the military, which made the students very angry, toward the military. They systematically raided, the base was burned, the camp was occupied, and as an example, they tried to execute the number one in the entire school.”

The regressor, who had been listening quietly, flinched when he realized that it was my story.

'for a moment. If it's 1st in the whole school, it's him, right? Have you ever had a past where you were almost executed by a friend?'

okay. Because it's not something to be said simply.

The returnee asked with a more cautious look.

“… did you?”

“Coming to think of it, killing the same student doesn’t look good. A fight against the military is a struggle, but an attack against the first place in the entire school is just anger filled with a sense of inferiority, right? I mean, the message doesn't work. message. Realizing it at the last moment, the motives chose to self-determination instead of fighting back.”

“… .”

“At the same time, are you asking me to join the suicide? desperate crisis. Wow, but I got my wits at the last minute, and I pretended to be dead and got out.”

'I've been a crazy kid since I was a student. Well, the other side looks like that, but this guy is probably not the only one.'

what a sad sound Aren't you embarrassed? Hameln's 2nd and 3rd places were so strong that he didn't even dare to touch them. It was just that I was the first to be happy and I was weak.

Am I not the victim at this point? Is weakness a sin?

“I’m barely surviving and trying to return, but the military, who didn’t want to take on this responsibility, pointed me out as the culprit? That's terribly embarrassing. I was just biting the whistle instead of the gag, but it was like I was leading everyone with the whistle.”

“I get it. After all, the bad thing is the military.”

“It’s good to remember. If there’s something oddly bad, it’s usually made by the military.”

Fortunately, the regressor didn't seem to care much about this. He has a history of destroying the military in the previous episode, so it seems that trivial incidents are simply overlooked.

'It's a pretty tragic past… . After all, there is no one without a story. Better than Musketeers or Rankart. It doesn't do much damage.'

There is also a little bit of consideration for me.

“Anyway, the intention over there is clear.”

“No shooting, no approaching. There are many intentions to take some time before joining the main unit.”

“Break through or wait. One of the two.”

Two modern people pondered for a moment, and the vampire, whose doctrine of war had ceased centuries ago, was boldly proposed.

“Let’s get over it. In war, the first is strength and the second is momentum. If you step back, you will be pushed to the defensive end.”

That's a good way. If you have the power to do that, then destroying and crushing is always right.

“Well, it’s not a bad way. Would you like to try it?”

“Wait a minute. I'll be back before the car cools down.”

Oh, confidence. When I looked up, Tyr shrugged leisurely.

'A bullet or whatever. That alone cannot stop me. Wherever you go, shoot whatever you want.'

Without hesitation, Tyr reached out. She was exposed alone on the flat land like a river. At that moment, Tyr covered her face with her palm, writing her impression.

Bullets were thrown over it. Although Tyr's height wasn't that great, the volley hit the vampire's body. Unable to respond by covering his eyes, Tyr was struck by a sprinkling of bullets.

Of course, bullets can't hurt her.

But it wasn't the bullets that stopped Tyr.

“… It is like the cursed sun.”

Not even a few minutes passed. Tyr, who was about to move forward with a parasol, couldn't stand it and came back.

I handed the still hot tea to the discouraged Tyr.

“Certainly, the car is still warm. Would you like a bite?”

Several crushed bullets were lodged in her body. It was, to be precise, embedded in the darkness that surrounded her, but anyway.

Tyr muttered as if confused as he removed the bullets one by one from Tyr's body, who couldn't even open his eyes.

“… It must be the east side over there, so the sunlight is strong. It is like the cursed sun.”

“Isn’t the curse too much for someone who works diligently from the east every day?”

“You dare to side with the sun in front of me?”

'If it wasn't for the sun, I would have already taken you to the place you want. I mean, I was able to get rid of all the disturbances!'

I know? Thinking that way, the sun is a little gloomy, isn't it? Hey, uncle. Could you be absent from work for a day? Please sleep for a while.

Wait, calm down. Without the sun, you die. It means that it is the sunlight that takes care of the earth as well as humans.

Whoa. The vampire almost got overwritten. Let's calm down.

“If it weren’t for the sunlight that seeped through the cracks in the darkness, those iron nuggets wouldn’t itch.”

“yes? So are you itchy now?”

Tyr, who was indignant at the displeasure, realized what sensations he felt all over his body. A stimulus that is infinitely small and weak to be a pain, but a subtle sensation that is unavoidable because of its existence.

Alas, that's itchy. Tyr muttered at the unfamiliar feeling.

“… Come to think of it, it's terribly itchy. It's weird. I don't think that feeling exists.”

“To Tyr, the itch means that he is affecting his powers. Isn't that just an ordinary bullet? Wait.”

I looked carefully at the bullets removed from Tyr's body. In the warhead that had been crushed, white crystals were shining like stars in the dim light, and I could tell the identity of the sweet white powder without even tasting it.

You'd better taste it though. I stuck my tongue out and put the bullet to my mouth. The undiluted salty taste was immediately felt.

Tyr asked, frightened.

“phew?! What did you do with a manly thing?”

“Ahhhhh. It was also salt… . Yeah? Rather than that, what kind of masculinity is there to check the bullets?”

“No, no.”

'To put something that touched someone's body without hesitation… . Fortress humans are daring.'

Even with mind-reading skills, I can't quite understand the vampire's mindset. Because they are people whose only pleasure in life is vampires, they care more about what touches their mouth than on their chest (bones).

Anyway. Salt that gives off a white color has been used since ancient times to drive out evil things. Of course, there are folk remedies that say that when you throw salt at a vampire, the vampire hates it.

In fact, not only vampires, but also humans would hate it when salted, but what?

“To make and distribute special bullets such as salt bullets in such a short time. Is it really supposed to be a military state?”

“… Okay. If the sun were to rise a little higher, there would be no difficulty in dealing with them.”

“The other party must have been aiming for it. They even turn in front of us and stand with their backs to the wind and the sun. Even if I throw a bullet with my hand, I think it will reach this far, but I won't shoot it at all.”

Without darkness, Tyr's march speed was at best comparable to that of an infantryman. It's just a good target for the military musketeer.

A scarecrow for practical use that never breaks, but the psychological pressure is enormous.

For the next two or three hours, you can't use the fraud tactic of breaking one point with Tyr.

“Then, is it my turn?”

As if a blade had been raised on the skin, a voice filled with anticipation was heard. The regressor was staring over there with his whole body stiffly tensed.

“I have to warn them. If I can defeat the musketeer, I will defeat it, and if not, I will inflict damage. That way, in the subsequent chase, I won't do anything like a separate corps or a scout.”

It was understandable that the regressor felt bad. The detached squad and the scouts are troops that you use only if you are confident that you will not be defeated even if you share your forces.

My mind made sense, but I immediately shook my head.

“Why?”

“What is it?”

“No, there is no reason to forcefully break through them in an unfavorable situation, right? There is no tactical advantage, and just looking at that side, we even prepared salt mines to pass the time.”

“Then what, you just want to greet me here? Until the main unit over there joins?”

“no.”

No way. I smiled bitterly.

“It has to be good.”

Across the road, a volley of volleys would gnaw this side's nerves. For the time being, if so, use it in reverse.

If someone sticks their head out they will shoot you? yes, shoot

If you can find the reward!

“Come out. Fat!”

“bruise!”

Our team's secret weapon, Aji, who looked plump wearing cloth armor, cried out. I swung his arm wide, and Aji turned his body around accordingly.

It looked more like a dog's roll than an elegant turn, but thanks to the layered cloth armor, its presence was enormous. It could be said that the short-haired species became long-haired and the fur was inflated. If you roll it like this, it will roll all the way to the end of the ground.

“These days, even dogs wear clothes. Then it wouldn't be strange to have pauldrons!”

“bruise! stuffy!”

“Hold on. With this, you can make a mess over there and it hurts you less!”

“Hey, I’ll be patient! For the stake!”

“share? What share?”

Aji, who tilted her head with her bright eyes wide open, couldn't read her thoughts, neither by mind reading nor by her movements.

“Anyway, you know what? It's time to let the world know about your fuss!”

“Aww!”

Aji ran swiftly. Immediately after that, the bullets started to be fired. There was a sound similar to the sound of rain, and something brushed behind me.

However, even if he is naked, he avoids or endures bullets. The bullet can't even hit Aji's footsteps. Sometimes what gets hit just bounces off the armor. Aji ran towards the other side, running endlessly.

Screams and shouts rang out. Once I succeeded in making a fuss.

“It’s crazy. Sure, there's nothing like bullying, but… Huh, seeing that, the king of dogs cannot harm humans.”

“Yes. We will stop shooting soon.”

As soon as I finished speaking, the gunshots subsided. A subtle stillness was felt. Aji also hesitates to see if there is nothing to do, and the other side is also forcibly ignoring Aji. Two groups, unwilling to attack each other, met in a bizarre confrontation.

“… Then it's useless for nothing, is it?”

“Yes. Aji can't attack… . Ah, yes.”

Is it because I felt an ominous feeling in my words? The returner frowned and looked around. Then he felt something ominous and grabbed me by the neck.

“… wait, hey Didn't you ask me for something like a bomb yesterday?”

“yes.”

“Where is it?”

“Oh, behind your back.”

The other side, as if realizing something, poured out bullets as if to chase it away. But it was late. Aji is already a short distance away.

poo

A roar resounded from the ground ahead.