Wolf Barrel 5.56

3 pm.

With the start of the second half of the day, the town of Salla continues to move as if to dissipate the energy stored during the day. I was mixed up in a part of it.

Teasing Japanese specific brunettes with their fingertips, rare in this world.

I somehow thought it might be time for a haircut.

I have no purpose right now.

Somehow, I was just in the flow of people.

There is a rope stretched across the brick building. Sheets and clothes are dried there, and women in aprons take in tequila. As it moved, the brown tail stretching out of the skirt was shaking.

Fresh food was lined up in an outdoor shop like the one that remodeled the big carriage, where a big man with more than 2m was negotiating prices. The big man wears something like cooking clothes on his shirt. Is that a night purchase? But now you're gonna make it?

The alarm-like sound I hear from earlier would surely be the sound of a hammer swinging down at the blacksmith.

Everybody's working.

What about me? [M]

Looking sideways, the narrow alley continued all the way to the back.

At the entrance of the alley, a little cat glistened and looked up at me.

Innocent eyes say, "What are you giving me?," he complains.

I'm sorry, I'm hungry with you, too.

With that in mind, I don't know if you understood, but the kitten disappeared into the back of the alley.

Ha, I'm hungry.

After that Mr. Lucca incident, I missed lunch.

"Die!"

He got angry, obviously different than usual, and he got scared and ran away.

But I think it was a good decision.

If I had guzzled over there, I could have been shaken in the head.

"Pukkuk."

I was laughing, and I stopped walking. [M]

The grin fades gradually.

I feel like I've done something a little crappy.

When I remembered what happened earlier, my chest tickled with guilt.

Was that really a funny situation?

I wonder just how "it was a joke" complimenting the woman on her appearance. No matter how much they make fun of you, there are limits.

Shouldn't we be apologizing properly here?

That's what reason tells me.

But when I turned around and went to apologize, I said, "No, it's not even about exaggerating that much, is it?" And weird pride holds me back.

I kept coming and going...... I ended up stopping.

I'll apologize the next time I see you.

It's naughty here, and it's more unnatural to just apologize to me.

In retrospect, I've been told I'm an egg. With the Great Fine?

Bad things are for each other.

Yeah, let's do that. Next time is fine.

........................ yeah.

I walked out again, feeling uncomfortable like a fish bone caught in my throat.

I bought vegetable bread (like a thin French bread, but with a pinch of wieners and lettuce) in an outdoor shop to change my mood and decided to stroll around town while eating.

I didn't feel like doing anything today anymore.

Hang around town like this, have some delicious rice at night, take a bath, and go to bed early.

Sometimes you can have days like this.

Current holdings are 40,000 luv.

Not that I can afford it, but I don't have a problem with my life for two days. There's no deadline for fines. So you just have to take your time to re-compartmentalize. Thinking about it, the pressure of "first debt of my life" also disappeared from my chest as the fog cleared.

It makes me feel kind of lighter.

That's right, you can do anything!

Looking up, it's sunny enough to feel good today.

From the blue sky there is a pounding cheer, very comfortable.

At a slightly slower pace than the others around, I walked over the cobblestone.

While I was walking for a while without guessing, I came to the "Toolstore Town" west of the town of Salla. I think I'll say hello to Morgan, the armorer.

I remember my happy father smiling.

It was then.

"What!?

My eyes were nailed in one way.

And the person who's staring ahead looks at me and says, "What!?" Stiff with his face on. In the midst of a raging mess, only me and him stop as if they were left behind.

How many seconds would I have done that?

Eventually, he uttered a voice without either.

"Maybe, Japanese?

"No, I'm really surprised! I can't believe we're meeting Japanese in this world!

When he said that to his excitement, he quickly pushed his lowered glasses up with his middle finger.

His name is Takashi Saito.

I'm about 25 years old.

White, thin body lines, and delicate looking eyes. Somehow, he was like a computer shop quota. It's unsolicited bias though. I'm sorry.

I haven't seen him for a while, but I love this guy.

The trigger was after we mentioned each other's names.

"My name is Takashi Saito. I'm Japanese on Mami Street. What's your name?

"I have a different real name, but here I call myself Shinji (Ogamisingo)"

"Heh, it's cool to name a pseudonym.... Mmm, that? Could your name be 'The Unreliable Wolf'?

For a moment, I was shocked like a lightning strike directly into my brain.

"Also, could you possibly know!?

"You know what, I kind of like it, right? I bought all three seasons of DVDs. I also bought a series of dramas from Jiro Woody Tattoo. You know what?

"Of course!

I answered as my puppy jumped on the ball. [M]

"Whoa, nice! It's rare for a young child!

"Could it also be The Story of Sitting Head City?

"I love it. I liked Yujiro Ishihara super much. He's amazing after all."

Cum.

His sensitivity meter shook out in me at this moment.

I'm the target of a homogeneous attack (?) Then they would make a small fool of me for saying, "If only we could talk about a time play, Ichikoro". But I also want you to understand my excitement. Because in the real world, how could we turn around in different worlds to a homosexual who gave up!

The odds are no longer astronomical.

Nothing but fate!

We were obsessed and blossomed in time theatrical rigging, not caring at all about the strange gaze that was directed at us from around us.

And I just took a breath,

"No way, but why are you standing in my shop?

"What, Mr. Saito, do you have a store?!?" I open my eyes.

"Well."

When he nodded proudly only Sushi, Saito pointed behind him. In the building Mr. Saito is hiding behind, it did say "Saito" in Katakana on the sign.

I looked up... I forgot to shut my mouth a lot.

Wow, I can't believe there are people in this other world with Earthlings opening shops.

I can easily imagine how difficult that is.

Saito-san invited me into the store.

Saito-san's shop was another interesting, like a luxury jewelry store, unlike Morgan's armor store.

The walls were provided with enough glass cases to reach the ceiling, where various ore and metal extension bars were lit up and exhibited. There are also a number of low table glass cases in the store, and pinky sized ore is displayed.

What kind of store is this?

Jewelry store, that doesn't seem like it.

I had no idea. [M]

Listening to the story, this seems to be a store that deals mainly with "blueprints".

(Do you need ore in the blueprint store?

At that time, I must have looked weird and snapped my neck.

Saito-san taught me with a laugh.

Everything decorated in the store is a sample of the ingredients, actually for the customer to touch to make sure.

And if I had to, they could make it in the workshop behind this store.

"Mr. Saito, can you do a blacksmith or something!?

"Well, to some extent. Surprised?"

"Oh, no, that's not true"

"Haha, I'm sorry to hear that you're being mean. I don't care. Plus, you need a blacksmith's arm to design."

"Heh. Um, what is Mr. Saito designed for?

"Um, mainly 'transducers'."

Mr. Saito spoke to me as he rubbed his chin with his finger.

They say what we're dealing with here is a blueprint for a machine called a 'magic converter'.

People in this world use the magic stored in magic crystals to convert all kinds of energy into life. The tools needed for that conversion are this magic converter.

I was surprised to hear that Mr. Saito had some incredible magic similar to my gun. Anything you put your hands on the person's head, they say you can see through what you're imagining in your brain and draw it up in the drawing with considerable precision.

Based on the drawings, make specific designs.

Apparently.

Probably.

……

"Meaning, you know?

"... somehow"

Because I didn't understand it even though it was difficult to think about it...

I decided to try and metaphor it with opium.

If I want an opium drawing that warms up as much as my human skin, I go to Saito's shop, and I imagine an opium in my head, first Saito wakes up an opium drawing, based on which I draw a specific blueprint of the opium, and further chooses what is suitable for the material of the opium from the display in the store, and if what it is, I ask him to make a prototype of the opium in the workshop behind the store, receive the drawing and prototype of the opium, and pay for it.

And Saito-san's opium based on the blueprint will be distributed to the market.

So, a man who bought the product sneaks Saito-san's opium into a magic crystal in a dark living room where he anticipates when his parents are asleep late at night, turning off the lights, and indulges in a warm and soft opium until he feels comfortable.

I see, that's what you do. Excellent. Excellent once.

Opie nice.

"Mr. Ogami, do you really understand? What's wrong with your face?

"Oh, no, it's okay. I'm sorry."

Of course, just the image in your brain doesn't mean you can draw blueprints.

I'm going to need expertise in magic conversion.

Naturally, so is the knowledge of blacksmithing.

A special "magic ore" processing technique will also be required.

If you don't understand the principles underlying the transducer, you'll never be able to write blueprints.

I thought it was cheap with my gun, but it wasn't.

This one is much more cynical.

Saito apparently acquired that knowledge on his own while working.

I was amazed to learn that fact and still not be able to read and write the letters of this country.

The employee space behind the counter is tightly packed with thick specialty books on a large bookshelf. The unusual Piercing Loch tells the story of Saito's efforts so far.

Just imagine, it's distracting.

There was an enormous collection of knowledge there that made my "Gun Experimental Materials" and other things so sumptuous.

"You've got a hell of a way to get here."

With bitter objects on his face, Mr. Saito told me all about it so far.

Just five years ago now.

Saito, who was a college student at the time, was suddenly flown into this world, apparently.

The situation looks just like mine, and I don't know how you got here.

Mr. Saito was in this town of Salla when he realized it.

Saito, who was unspoken, did all sorts of work to live, eventually realizing his blacksmith and design talent, trained to use his abilities, to the point of owning his own shop.

Customers are now coming from afar for Saito-san's blueprints.

Saito Mark's magic converter seems to be quite out there.

They say the cookware is mostly selling.

When I get back to the hotel, I'm going to ask the kitchen people.

You don't get margins like modern Japan. Because we can't produce large quantities in the factory, we can't sign a contract that if we sell 100,000 units, it will be 0%.

Instead, blueprints are traded at high prices.

All the more so if the performance is good.

And Saito-san's blueprints are handled at considerable cost.

In addition, the designer's name is always inscribed on the product he makes, and his honor is preserved.

I found it a very nice job.

To be honest, Saito polished the glass case. Looks like it's lit.

"It's a big advantage for an industry like mine to be able to give 100% answers to customers' needs. That advantage makes a difference to other stores."

Saito-san said some cool dialogue in an unpretentious tone.

But it was undoubtedly Saito-san's efforts that changed the technology and characteristics to money and shaped it as a store. That, too, in a literal blood seeping effort.

Saito-san has grown to this point on his own in such an uninhabited different world.

I was impressed. [M]

Saito, who looked thinner until just now, now looks bigger.

Is this what you call a grown man?

Saito-san doesn't have the glamour of a movie star. I probably can't use my sword or my magic.

But I thought Mr. Saito was a cool man.

"By the way, Ogami, how are you making money?

"What, it's me?

Sudden switchover. I don't care what I do.

After all those amazing stories... I'm ashamed.

Mozzled, I said.

"Um, for now, I'm an adventurer apprentice, and I make a living hunting"

"Is that true?!?

The moment I said it, Mr. Saito was surprised to peel his eyes so hard that he seemed to break through his glasses.

"Duh, how did you become an adventurer? Oh, wait a minute. Could you possibly use something that's idiopathic or something like that!?

Unusual tension. That seems to be the bump.

And to that reaction, I get more and more frightened.

"thats, hahahaha"

With a mocking grin on my face, I was too low in magic to deal with properly, and as soon as I was caught off guard, I made a short story about an adventurer apprentice who was just pissed off.

"... well"

What about the wave O fist!? What about Kameo Waves? and Saito's face, shining in anticipation, by the time he had finished listening, was clouded by something sympathetic.

I'm sorry I broke your dream.

"You're tough after all, just because you can produce a gun. I'm sorry I didn't do it on my own. Without even thinking about your feelings."

"Oh, no, never mind. I'm just not working hard enough."

"If that answer comes soon, Ogami, you can grow up."

"Really?"

"Yeah. With upliftment, the possibilities expand over time. I'll cover it. But..."

"I knew it couldn't be simple, you know, a lot"

That was a short word, packed in various meanings.

I remember this morning. [M]

About the way back from Totori.

The adventurer who happened to be passing by asked me to drive the carriage, and the staff accompanying me were providing first aid for the wounded nobles.

At that time, the staff was so surprised to see my treatment. [M]

"Stop what's not for adventurers and be a magician now!

The staff continued to persuade me to spit.

It was more shocking that someone had made a clear assertion that it was not suitable for me than that I was praised for my healing skills.

From the eyes of others, I may not be suitable for adventurers.

But is that thing I did in Totori so wrong?

I can only assume that I did the right thing.

I just let them put on the "bullshit" they needed.

I did what someone had to do. [M] I was prepared to do it.

But if the adventurer tells me that it's a completely wrong way of thinking about things, it means that I'm not the right way of life as an adventurer.

I love the way this adventurer lives.

The smile of Totori's employees remains on her chest as a sweet residue.

I'm not cool.

Once I said, "Here! 'Cause even though I've decided, I'm just a little stuck, and this is how it bothers me.

I want that strength, like an action star on the screen, from opening to end-rolling, piercing me through without bracing.

Shut up with a difficult face, you seem to have made me mistake you for being depressed.

"So, but isn't it amazing how nice you can produce a gun? If you like, show me where you're hunting next time!

and Saito encouraged me.

I almost came with Hollo.

"Yeah, well, if you're having trouble working, don't hesitate to tell me, okay? You're always welcome to work part-time!

"Oh, thank you"

"Fine. Stick around. Rely freely on your fellow countrymen. I don't specialize in wizards, but if you follow the handouts of your people, maybe someone familiar with wizards. If you don't mind, Ogami, I'd like you to meet him."

Saito, who was a rap, abruptly separated words there and let his gaze wander.

When I look at it, it turns blue.

It was a pressing face as if it remembered something important.

I'm nervous, too.

"Um, what's going on?

"Yeah. I'm sorry, but I don't think we should talk about it"

"Oh, no, don't worry about that. It's okay."

"I'm sorry. And this is so important, I was wondering if you could answer me honestly."

"Yes, sir"

"Ogami, did you tell anyone that you were an Earthling?

…… No. "

Surprised by the sudden sword screen, I shook my head to the side.

"I want you to remember me well. This is very important."

"Okay."

I follow the thread of my memory even as I eat.

Until I come to Coco, I have been passing through with amnesia of magic deficiency.

What did you say... the sailcarriage guy? That's about it, if there is one.

But they thought it was confusing then. Sure. They didn't deal with me at all.

So I figured you'd be okay.

"I'm not talking to anyone."

"You're not wrong, are you?

"Yes."

"Oh well. Good."

After confirming that I had answered with clarity, Mr. Saito finally loosened the thread of tension.

Uh, with Doyuko?

"Um, what's wrong with me when I say I'm Earthling?

"I can't say that."

"What, why!?

"I'm sorry, but you're being harshly silenced. Anyway, you can't just talk to others. Whoever it is, don't tell the otherworlds. Like?"

"Yes..."

I don't know, but that seems to be the case.

Its serious expression implied that it contained disturbing matters.

It looks like you should obey.

I swallowed all my doubts while wondering and decided to convince myself anyway.

"Okay."

"I'd love to. So, Ogami, do you have plans for tomorrow?

"No, nothing in particular"

"Well, tomorrow, anytime you want, I wonder if you can meet someone"

"I don't mind, who are you meeting?

"... I can't even say this right now. I'm sorry, I've been hiding everything from you."

I smiled back at Saito, with my eyebrows in the letter (c) and not afraid.

"No, I'm fine. Saito's introduction is reassuring. I would never speak of an Earthling."

"Thank you... but you are."

"Yes?"

"No, you're a surprisingly honest kid. I was ready to talk more about being suspicious or suspicious, but it's kind of a clap."

In a good way, Saito said.

Of course I doubt people. But if you can't believe someone like Mr. Saito, who can you trust in the other world? I was ashamed to tell this to myself as it was, so I decided to tell it in a different language.

"Isn't that natural?"

"Why not? I just met him today."

"It doesn't matter what the date is," I said.

"What do you mean?

"No one likes old times plays, no one is bad."

"That's another mess of reasoning. But it's weird, I don't feel bad."

"Right?"

"haha" "haha"

The two of us laugh face-to-face.

This, this air. Awesome.

With my face down, I vowed to take care of my relationship with him.

So abruptly,

(... Ugh)

What happened on the cafe terrace just now crossed the back of my brain. It's like, "What are we gonna do with this relationship?" as someone blames it.

The discomfort swept back and watered the pleasant mood because of it.

"What's wrong with you?

"... the..."

Look at me, huh? and Mr. Saitou twisting his neck.

I hesitated, but I decided to talk to you about Mr. Lucca.