Becoming an Academy Cowboy

Annie, pick up your gun.

Anistine, who looked at me with a puzzled expression, touched her forehead.

“…is it like that? It wasn’t a dream. What did I become a ghost? I thought I would at least go to either heaven or hell.”

“Maybe there are still some regrets that haven’t been finished yet. Do you remember anything? A deep resentment or something left unfinished.”

[Henry. Henry Langford That motherf*cker betrayed my dad and me and shot us to death. what year is it now? You look pretty much like a city idiot. Are you a city guy?]

“The year 2030. Everyone dresses like this these days.”

she says, rubbing her forehead.

[In 2030? You’re the same age as your damn son’s grandson, right? What is revenge, I can’t do anything.]

She leaned against the wall with an empty expression on her face.

[I haven’t even dated yet, but I’m dying and now I’m a ghost in the gun I’m holding?]

She stared at the bottle of whiskey as if it was an unsolved puzzle.

[Damn, my throat burns. I want to drink some alcohol, but how can I not drink this?]

“Wait a minute.”

I just set up a prize. Roughly speaking, I prepare and upload things that even Americans from the 1800s can eat.

Chocolate, whiskey, and grilled meat on top of an inexorable offering is served, and I bow down to her.

[hey. what are you doing? Do you want to see my underwear?]

“Uh-huh. wait. In the Eastern Court of Courtesy, this is how they feed the dead.”

A glass full of whiskey is poured out to her with a disbelieving expression on her face.

[I can’t even pick it up anyway, how do I do this?]

“Try pretending to believe in me.”

She drank whiskey, but the whiskey didn’t diminish in the slightest.

But looking at her expression, it is clear that she drank it.

[hey. what? this? Do you really feel like drinking whiskey? This is a really good drink that’s a bit stingy. It can’t be compared to Moonshine. Got more?]

“Try something else. I’ll have some sweets, and I’ll grill some meat for you.”

When I went out earlier, I knew something like this would happen, so I bought some meat.

Even the dead people’s expressions are relieved by the smell of meat rising up.

After she drank a glass, she opened her mouth with a vulgarhajin face.

[hey. But why am I the only one drinking alcohol?]

“You want me to do a masterpiece?”

[I don’t talk to people who don’t drink with me. I don’t know how you got this gun or summoned me, but if you want anything from me, drink it first.]

In the end, all the alcohol she left behind is mine. I always offered her a drink.

Alcohol is a confession to both.

As their tongues twisted, she opened her mouth.

[Dad and I ran a moderately large ranch. It was busy and f*cked up, but it was a happy time in its own way. After my mother passed away, my father worked so hard that the country had to earn a lot to get married for four years.]

She speaks like it just happened. In fact, for the person who had just been locked up in a gun, it must be yesterday.

[In the meantime, a civil war broke out. Because of that, society was quite confused. And then Henry Langford appeared. They told us to ask the Confederates for meat. So I drove a herd of cattle, but instead of dollars, they gave us lead bullets.]

“It’s unfortunate.”

She crossed her arms and continued to complain.

It was enjoyable to hear stories of the Wild West from a living, or, to be more precise, a dead Witness.

But running four glasses of whiskey straight was tiring.

And above all, with her arms crossed, the hill protruding out longing for freedom is so captivating that she doesn’t have an eye on her face. Seeing this, Anistine responded nervously.

[hey. my eyes are on top not there.]

“sorry. It’s the first time I’ve seen such an aggressive body. Can you loosen up your arms? The folded arms put more emphasis on it and I don’t know where to put my eyes.”

[This bastard.]

She seems to have been through quite a bit.

She snorted as if it was ridiculous, but she laughed it off.

[what the. If I were alive, I would have lowered your nose.]

“Now, Miss O’Hare, you seem to be misunderstanding something, but this drink is what I buy. Is it necessary for a magician to be so harsh on people?”

She asked, chewing the meat.

[So what do you want? I wouldn’t have photographed my gun to see my breasts.]

Well. That’s half the reason.

“Do you know what the times are like now?”

[How do I know? I don’t know how many years I’ve been in there.]

“Something like a novel happened. A hole in the sky opened and alien beings poured out of the hole, putting the world in danger.”

She snorts and replies.

[hey. Are you ignoring me now that I was born in the 19th century? Who do you know as a fool now?]

One hundred words are undisputed. I showed her something on my phone.

Of course, I had to put in a lot of effort to keep the phone from breaking.

After I got this body, I did a lot of experimentation, but the only phone that is strong enough to handle my quirk is the one that boasts the strength of almost Nokia level. It can only be used while wearing gloves.

She falls asleep watching the videos and lights pouring from her phone.

Considering that the first movie came out in 1883, it’s no wonder this savage sees the footage.

[hey! what’s this?!]

“This is called the development of civilization. In the 2030s, they call it a cell phone.”

For a moment astonished, she was speechless when she saw the appearance of the unpleasantly unrealistic monsters.

[This is too unrealistic.]

“Is the soul of a cowgirl in a rifle realistic?”

She stared at me fiercely.

“Anyway, I fight this kind of enemy. And in order to defeat such an enemy, you will definitely need the help of a skilled person like you.”

I’m not talking about Billy the Kid. I didn’t want to say that if I had left it alone, you would have killed a lot of people in a duo with that madman.

“Can you help me?”

She looked at the whiskey glass with a blank expression. And scratching his head, he said in annoyance.

[hey. Follow it fully.]

After more than half of it, she says with a smirk.

[hey. What’s the meaning of eastern ones full of what? Follow me to flutter. sasha. To contract. Think of it as stamping. If you drink all of this, we’re making a contract. You give me a drink, I teach you and help you when you fight. OK?]

She sacrifices a full whiskey. Whiskey in reality does not diminish, but she hears the sound of something passing from her throat.

She says with a blushing face.

[Ouch. I drank it all. Now it’s your turn. Drink to the bottom. Starting tomorrow, you and I are a duo. Okay? I’ll teach you the skills you need to know if you wield a weapon with an American soul. I will make you an honorary American.]

It was not easy to drink a glass of pure whiskey without mixing anything into a beer mug. But you can’t say you can’t save the world without eating these things.

When you inhale so that the floor goes to the ceiling, the intoxication rises.

“Oh, I’m going to die. Is the contract now complete?”

[completion.]

[Contract complete!]

You have signed a contract with the legendary cowgirl gunslinger Anistine O’Hare. You offer her a drink, and she teaches you gun skills.

As your relationship with Anistine progresses, your skill power and aiming ability will increase.

Current relationship with the Heroic Spirit: Coolie Drinking Friend

coolie···?

“hey. what is coolie? Is that what I know?”

[All Asians are cool.]

“An ignorant year…”

I gasped at Anistine’s formidable knowledge. Well, what do you expect from a 19th-century man living in the South?

“Uh-huh. now i have to sleep What else do you have from tomorrow morning?”

[Humans are also struggling to buy here.]

Anistine lays down on the bed as if it were natural.

“That’s my place. At least take off your shoes under the blanket, you idiot!”

[Are you going to put the lady to sleep on the ground?]

“Can’t we just be in the gun?”

she rolls her eyes and says

[no. It is a virtue of a gentleman to give up his seat to the Lady.]

“If I was a gentleman of that time, I would have laid you on my thigh and patted you in the cheek by now.”

[hey! I’ve never been spanked by my dad.]

“Isn’t it the rule of the country to receive home education from an older lover?”

[This bastard learned something wrong. I’ll have to grind hard. And what kind of boyfriend are you!]

“If it’s a guy I live with, he’s half my girlfriend.”

In the end, I roughly lay down next to the booze table that has been roughly pushed. I’m glad I have an extra blanket.

As if he had been drinking too much, Anistine hurriedly threw off his jeans and boots.

But I don’t have the courage to go up and see what’s inside the jeans.

[By the way, I didn’t even ask your name. what is your name?]

“Rahobin.”

[Where is your surname and where is your name? Bin is the last name, right?]

Anistine doesn’t seem to know anything about oriental concepts.

“My name is Hobin.”

[okay. Mr La. good night. I know how to kill you when I get to bed.]

I also don’t have the strength to go up today. I fell asleep.

I also found a gunner and signed a contract with her. Now it’s her turn to learn traditional American cooking methods from her.