Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is physically weak, has exhausted his magic power, and has no strength to bind a chicken, is really not a group A strongman who can stand up to the Heroic Spirits head-on. Naturally, in order to survive, he must work hard to refine the flower of his own talent.

Human reflexes cannot surpass bullets, just as she cannot avoid the red light drawn by the spear that pierces the death thorn.

So the only ability she developed on her journey to save the world is

Far beyond normal human observation.

The insight cultivated from practice and exercise can calmly grasp one's own situation and the enemy's ability in a disadvantaged situation, and find a way to survive. "Battle theory, changes in muscles and joints, eye movements, changes in breathing, all details are included in the bag" If you hit it, you can predict the bullet's movement in advance, and on top of that, you can develop your physical explosiveness, and it's not a strange thing to dodge the bullet.

It's similar to Mr. Emiya's [mind's eye. truth], if it's just to the extent of dodging bullets.

"Don't underestimate me, uncle."

Snapped!

There was no time for Yuan Zhisheng and others to be surprised. The girl glanced at them, dubbing onomatopoeia for herself easily, and slapped the table with her palms from an angle invisible to the three of them.

This sound also woke up the two people who were in a daze, and Yasha and Wuwu quickly fired again. The white porcelain bowl originally used to hold the snacks was shaken by the girl's movements. She grabbed it with her hand and threw it towards the two of them. Fujimaru Ritsuka himself fell to the ground.

The two bullets were empty again, and the white afterimage was still approaching them quickly. Crow and Yasha were startled and subconsciously avoided it.

But at this moment, the girl who had lowered her weight on the ground suddenly exploded. The originally spacious room was shrunk to the bottom line in one step. Yasha, who was closest to the girl, widened his pupils, but his body was in a state of emergency. Can't make a change of direction.

Afterimages passed by, and the girl's fist that had not yet been completely clenched was swung out with her backhand. Yasha felt a tingling sensation coming from his chin, and his vision quickly became blurred. The earth and sky seemed to be flipping over, and his body was out of control. fell to the ground.

And the girl knew.

Various martial arts, this is the Chaldean self-defense technique!

It was too fast. What happened in that moment overwhelmed the crow. While shocked and heartbroken, he quickly took out his gun and aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka, but he was shocked to find that the girl was charging towards him without restraint.

What does it mean?

Although I don’t know what it was like to dodge bullets with my body just now, but at such a close distance, it’s hard to dodge bullets even with the word spirit activated, right?

Even Yanling can't eliminate the inertia. At such a close distance and at such a fast speed, he may not even be able to brake.

His mind quickly turned to make a judgment, and his finger had already lightly pressed the trigger, but he found that he could not make the move.

SHIT!

Shocked and angry, Crow not only did not fire, but even instinctively took a half step back, almost close to the wall.

(She deliberately came close to stand on the line between me and the young master, thereby increasing the risk of me shooting!)

The spirit of speech cannot counteract inertia, but if you just move a certain part of your body, such as turning sideways to avoid the bullet like just now, the young master will be shot. She is betting that I will not dare to shoot at this moment.

Crow's face instantly darkened.

Damn it, Fujimaru Ritsuka, you are so despicable!

If this happens, I won’t be able to shoot!

Crow looked gloomy.

——Do you think I would say that?

Crow's face suddenly turned happy, almost suddenly showing a perverted look, like a vicious dog.

(This is a stun bomb, and it cannot be generalized with live ammunition. I will definitely not shoot in the real situation, but at this moment, my setting is like a fierce man shooting at the Imperial Hotel with a Thomson machine gun!)

This is what the young master said, no wonder I am!

There is absolutely no deliberate revenge, this is a necessary sacrifice!

It could almost be said that he was elated, and the rich facial expressions allowed everyone present to clearly understand the man's mental journey. The man named Crow was experiencing adrenaline surges at this moment, his face flushed, and he shouted loudly.

"Young Master, I'm sorry!"

——I have finally waited for this day! !

Wuhu takes off!

Fujimaru Ritsuka: (Seriously?)

Yuan Zhisheng: (Seriously?)

Under the girl's ghostly eyes and Yuan's unreadable gaze, Crow pulled the trigger with so much force that his fingertips turned white. The speed was so fast that he almost wanted to use up all the bullets immediately, and the bullets would be poured out.

The crimson bullet scraped open the air, stirred up the airflow, and gradually lost color in the girl's field of vision.

but.

In an instant, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes briefly focused on the crow's arms and shoulders, and then——

Bang bang bang bang! !

She lowered her head and lowered her waist, raised her arms, and moved her body sideways. All the bullets seemed to escape Fujimaru Ritsuka and shot behind her, while she quickly closed the distance and slapped her under the completely stunned gaze of the crow. He knocked the gun off his hand, swept his legs behind his knees to force him to fall down, and hit the back of his neck sharply with his elbows.

It's not that hitting someone on the back of the neck will make you unconscious, it's just that the impact is too great. Crow never thought that the source of such brute force would be a female junior high school student. He felt like he was being thrown from a tin can of cookies from the fifteenth floor. After being hit, his eyes immediately rolled back, and the big character fell to the ground with a loud bang.

After Fujimaru Ritsuka determined that neither of them could stand up for the time being, he looked back at the "yakuza boss".

Yuan Zhisheng raised the unsheathed knife at this moment. There were dots of red spots on it, which were obviously the traces left by the anesthesia bomb just now.

Like himself, he is also able to catch bullets at close range.

".Does your gym teach you how to dodge bullets and fight?"

There was no strange color on Yuan Zhisheng's face, and he just asked calmly.

Do you call this fitness?

“My primary school teacher commented that I have strong subjective initiative.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka replied sheepishly.

To be honest, it was a lot simpler than she thought.

She began to have some doubts about the level of "magicians" in this world. Can people of this level really slay dragons and fantasy species?

I'm afraid it's not Tutu's flying dragon, right?

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to understand the girl's eyes, so he first glanced at the red smoke sputtering around his body and the remaining bullet fragments, feeling a slight pain in his eyebrows.

What have I done?

Find these people to join the company?

Oh no, Crow and Yasha are assigned by the company, they are the most elite gangsters.

hiss.

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng is very much like a gangster in a Japanese Yakuza movie looking back at his dark life before finally awakening to the goodness of human nature, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was so kind-hearted when he saw this, and he was about to say a few words of comfort while saying haha, but the girl's eyes suddenly slanted.

boom! ——

The sudden sound of gunshots whizzed past his ears. Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted his head to avoid it as expected. Feeling the strong wind whistling next to his ears, he turned his body around his waist and raised his arms to the side of his face. , the palm of his hand quickly reached out, and he firmly held down the black shadow that was attacking him.

"The interview is not over yet"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back.

"I thought you were going to keep pretending to be a waiter."

Holding her fair and slender wrist tightly, Fujimaru Ritsuka teased the "maid" in front of her in a relaxed tone.

"I also thought that today's work could end here, but unfortunately my colleagues are not very good."

At this moment, the fragile and soft glass-like maid's face no longer retains the warmth like a candle, as if the wax mask on the outside has melted and fallen off, revealing the pure and cold expression on the inside.

Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed the moment the other party entered the door. This was the most threatening individual present besides Minamoto Chisei.

Fujimaru Ritsuka maintained just enough strength to hold the opponent back, and the stalemate movement made the air freeze again. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had become talkative after resurrecting his life, felt that he had to say something.

So he looked down at the entangled hands of the two people, and felt that it looked like two unborn masters in a silent duel in the movie, so he said.

"Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, Student Council President, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

?

The "maid" was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth with a faint smile.

Her voice is also in line with that temperament, with a neat and steady tone, and the softness of the so-called "Yamato Nadeshiko" based on the stereotype of Japanese women. Surprisingly, it is mixed with a bit of natural emotionlessness for the first time.

The girl's name is

"Sheqi Hachiya, Secretary to the Director of the Executive Department, Yabuki Sakura."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the girl's slightly blue eyes, which seemed to contain the sky reflecting the flowers.

There were black tulips, cherry blossoms, and cornflowers.