Chapter 8 The cherry blossom-like girl

The weak body, exhausted magic power, and the power of a chicken is not a group of fierce men who can resist the heroic spirit head-on. In order to survive, he naturally has to refine his own talent flower.

Human reaction cannot surpass bullets, just like she cannot avoid the red light that pierces the Dead Thorn Spear.

So the only ability she has developed on the journey of saving the world is

Much beyond the observation ability of normal humans.

The insight cultivated from practice and exercise can calmly grasp one's own situation and enemy abilities in the face of disadvantages, and find a way out for "fighting theory, changes in muscles and joints, eye movements, and breathing, and all the details you put in your pocket, you can predict the direction of the bullet in advance. On this, it is not strange to train the explosive power of the body and avoid the bullet.

It is similar to Mr. Emiya's [heart-eye. True], if it is just a bullet avoidance.

"Don't underestimate me, uncle."

Bang!

There was no time to surprise Yuan Zhisheng and the others. The girl glanced at them and easily dubbed onomatopoeia in her mouth. Her palms slapped the table from an angle that the three of them couldn't see.

This sound also woke the two people in a daze. Yasha and the crow quickly shot again. The white porcelain bowl originally used to serve small ingredients was shocked by the girl's movements, so she grabbed it with her hands and threw it at the two people. Fujimaru Rika herself fell to the ground.

Two bullets were shot empty again, and the white afterimage was still approaching him quickly. The crow and Yasha were shocked and subconsciously dodged.

At this moment, the girl who had just been pressing down on the ground and suddenly broke out. The originally spacious room was indented to the bottom line within one step. Yasha, who was closest to the girl, widened her pupils, but in desperation, her body could not change directions no matter what.

The afterimage passed by, and the girl's fist, which had not been completely clenched, waved her backhand. Yasha felt a numb feeling coming from her chin, and her vision quickly became blurred. The earth and the sky seemed to flip, and her body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

What did I do

Find these people into the company?

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

She began to doubt the level of "magician" in this world. Can people at this level really kill dragons and fantasy species?

Yuan Zhisheng could not see a strange look on his face, but he just asked casually.

Fujimaru Rika maintained the force that just stood up to the other party. The stalemate action made the air solidify again. Fujimaru Rika, who had been shattered for a lifetime, felt that she had to say something.

(This is a coma bullet, and it cannot be generalized to live ammunition. I will definitely not shoot the real situation, but at this moment, my setting is a fierce man who is rushing to shoot Thomson machine guns at the Imperial Hotel!)

"Young Master, I'm sorry!"

What does this mean?

Although I don’t know what it was like to avoid bullets just now, at such a close distance, even if the Spirit of Word is fired, is it difficult to avoid bullets?

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

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

Even the Spirit of the Word cannot eliminate inertia. He may not even be able to brake at such a close distance and such a fast speed.

It’s not because the person who hit the neck would be unconscious, but the impact was too big. The crow never thought that the source of such brute force would be a female junior high school student. He felt that he was hit by the iron canned cookies thrown from the 15th floor. His eyes turned white and he lay down on the ground with a loud bang.

"I thought you would always be a waiter."

Bang!--

SHIT!

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

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

It can almost be said that the brows were dancing. The rich facial expressions made the people present clearly understand the man's journey. The man named Crow was soaring at this moment, his face was flushed, and he shouted loudly.

As the girl's eyes were seen by the ghost and Yuan Zhisheng's gaze was unable to understand his emotions, the crow pulled the trigger, and his fingers were so hard that his fingertips turned white, so fast that he almost wanted to shoot the bullets out immediately.

“The interview is not over yet”

My brain quickly turned to make a judgment, my fingers gently pressed the trigger, but I found that I couldn't do it.

To be honest, it's much simpler than she thought.

hiss.

At this moment, Gen Chisho looked back at his dark life while he was dying in a Japanese movie, and finally awakened the goodness of human nature, with a slight confusion in his eyes.

but.

In a moment, Mae Fujimaru Rika's eyes briefly focused on the crow's arms and shoulders, and then—

Fujimaru Rika replied embarrassedly.

The "maid" was stunned at first, then she immediately smiled and spoke slowly.

Do you call this fitness?

"My primary school class teacher commented that I am subjective and motivated."

(She deliberately approached to stand on the connection between me and the young master and increase my risk of shooting!)

The spirit of the word cannot offset the inertia, but if it only moves a part of the body, such as dodging the bullet sideways like before, the young master will be shot, and she is betting that I dare not shoot at this moment.

Damn it, Fujimaru Rika, you are so despicable!

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

The crow's face was gloomy.

Fujimaru Rika noticed it the moment the other party entered the door. This was the most threatening individual present except Genjito.

Fujimaru Rika: (Seriously?)

Yuan Zhisheng: (Seriously?)

The crow suddenly turned happy, and almost suddenly appeared with a perverted look, like an evil dog.

Fujimaru Rika looked back.

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to understand the girl's eyes, so he first glanced at the red smoke splashed out from around his body and the remaining fragments of bullets, and his eyebrows were slightly ached.

Holding his fair and slender wrist tightly, Fujimaru Rika teased easily at the "maid" in front of her.

And the girl knows.

"Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, student president, Fujimaru Rika."

?

The crow's face suddenly became gloomy.

The crimson bullet scraped away the air, tilting the airflow, gradually losing color in the girl's field of vision.

All kinds of martial arts are Chaldean self-defense!

It was too fast, and the crow was overwhelmed by what happened in this moment. While shocked and cold, he quickly pulled out his gun to point at Fujimaru Rika, but was shocked to find that the girl rushed towards her without any hesitation.

Yuan Zhisheng lifted the unsheathed knife at this moment, with red spots on it, which were obviously traces left by the anesthesia bullet just now.

So he looked down at the two of them's hands that were entangled and checked and balanced, and felt that it was quite like two unborn masters in the movie were fighting silently, so he said.

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

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

He lowered his head and lowered his waist, raised his arms, and moved his body sideways. All the bullets seemed to avoid the air of Fujimaru Rika and shot behind her. She quickly pulled the distance closer under the crow's complete stunned gaze, slapped the gun in his hand, swept his legs over the back of his knees, and forced him to fall down, and his elbows hit his neck fiercely.

Seeing this, Fujimaru Rika was kind-hearted and said a few words of comfort, but the girl's eyes suddenly slanted.

I'm afraid it's not a two-legged flying dragon?

The sudden sound of gunfire roared past his ears. Fujimaru Rika avoided her head as expected. She felt the whistling wind whistling beside her ears. She turned her body with her waist as the axis, raised her arms to the side of her face, and quickly explored her palms toward her, holding the black shadow that was attacking her steadily.

——Do you think I would say that?

——I finally waited for this day!!

Take off in Wuhu!

After Fujimaru Rika confirmed that both of them could not stand up for the time being, she turned around and looked at the "gangster boss".

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

At this moment, the fragile and tender maid as glass no longer had the warmth of candles on her face, just like the mask made of wax outside was melted and shedded, revealing the pure and cold expression inside.

Her voice also fits that temperament, with a neat calmness and a softness of the stereotype of Japanese women, which is astonishing as "Yawasako". What is surprising is that it is a natural mixture of a weak mood for the first time.

The girl's name is

"The Hayasuka, the secretary of the Executive Director of the Executive Department, Yabuki Sakura."

Fujimaru Rika looked at the girl's slightly blue eyes, as if she was pretending to be the sky reflecting flowers.

There are black tulips, cherry blossoms, and cornflowers there.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!