Becoming an Academy Cowboy

blondie

There are several traditions in the Fallen Hope.

If a graduate recalls that tradition as he ruminates, he says that it tastes like ice cream after shaking it up to the 4th drink.

It means sweet taste in your mouth.

First, there is an old-fashioned idea that if you get a score of less than 60 points, that is, less than a failing point, it leads to special supplemental physical training.

And that physical training takes a long time to vomit and rolls people around.

It is a magical word that goes back to 1940 with words that could only be used in the Imperial Army 100 years ago, such as mental remodeling or physical training.

So there is no failing.

If you take a special supplement once, you will lose the time to study and the stamina for the next one, and you will fall into a vicious cycle that leads to failure again.

The second tradition is that you have to find your own instructor during the battle development time.

Unfortunately, Fallnhof doesn’t have the marksmanship instructor I want.

All the current marksmanship instructors deal with energy beam weapons, and most of them teach how to handle beam weapons for self-defense to operators or craftsmen in workshops.

There is no instructor who uses real lead bullets, and there is no instructor who can teach me how to use old-fashioned firearms professionally.

But with Anistine O’Hare’s joining, I have one instructor who’s been shooting guns all my life.

“Are you really not going to name any instructors?”

“I know my weapons well. Beam weapons and old-fashioned weapons are different from how to use them and from the basic propositions to operate. I plan to participate in all trainings such as tactics and introductory guardians according to the curriculum, but I do not need any instructors for combat development.”

Instructor Keira looked at me intently.

“It is your choice, so I will respect it. But in Korea, there is a saying called jultakdongsi. When the baby bird pecks, it means that the mother bird pecks it together and comes out of the egg. If one day you face a wall of growth and you don’t have a teacher, one day you will get frustrated in front of it. Why don’t you just throw the gun away and use the energy beam weapon?”

It’s like a chimney of wanting to shout, ‘I want to write, but I can’t because I can’t!!’

Above all, I have an instructor who knows these old-fashioned firearms best. ‘I can only see that instructor in my eyes’ is a problem, though.

“Thanks for your consideration, but I have a special love for this gun and it has helped me a lot. I don’t think there is any weapon that I can handle better than this.”

“…if you say that, there is nothing I can do. Just take responsibility for your choices. If your growth is slow by the end of this quarter, I’ll place you in Marksmanship Instructor Edward Snyder. Developing a weapon alone is difficult. Come to me anytime if you need help.”

I simply bowed down and left. When all the other students were guided by the instructor, I sat alone in the training room.

I take out my rifle and swipe it.

“Whatever you do, I can do better than you.”

[ah. It was boring.]

She pulled out of the rifle and looked at me.

[So this is why I should teach you how to fight Americans?]

“right.”

[Because you fight like an American. First of all, I should tell you about the minimum manners, about how to fight in the Great Huang.]

Actually, as a big fan of westerns, I had a fetish beyond a lot of fantasies about duels taught by real Americans.

“First, silver and cover are essential. No matter how great a gunslinger, once you get hit, you can’t get your mind off of it.”

waggle window. Can you hear my dreams and fantasies breaking? The sound of breaking a dream is the cruelest sound in the world.

I looked at Anistine with a face like Shim Young who met the doctor.

“uh? Is it different from what I know? Where are the duels and rapid-fire battles?”

Anistine shouts with an angry expression on her face.

[What is ‘huh?’ climbing baby. Did you know how to quickly pull out and shoot something like a duel? It was only in novels.]

“I want that.”

[really? It’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard since coming here.]

“Don’t make me ask you something out of the ordinary. Of course, if you pull out a revolver, you have to shoot it! Faster than the enemy!”

The gap between the woman who lived in that era and the person who approached it through romance and the media was huge.

[Sigh. If you lived in the West like that, you would have found your body infested with centipedes in 30 days.]

“Fortunately, I live in a more civilized society, so it’s okay. And when people living in the present age see a weapon like this, would they want more of it? That’s the stereotype they want.”

[I can’t live. really.]

Would it be easier to teach by creating a more familiar situation?

“Implementing the Indoor Combat Protocol. ver. western”

The AI begins to lay the battle holograms in a roaring voice like Ellen McClane.

[Run indoor combat protocol.]

The ballroom soon turns into dust-filled California somewhere. Cacti and tumbleweeds roll under the scorching sun. And in front of me is a sliding door unique to a tavern that doesn’t close at all.

[Wow. is this real This world is really amazing!!]

“Of course not. It’s just a fantasy.”

[Oh, I miss the town. Dirty and dusty home sweet home.]

I stand at the door of the bar.

“If you open this door and enter, there will be many enemies. Are you ready?”

[always.]

When I opened the door, I saw Mexicans with mustaches lined up in front of me. They stare at me like I’m an ominous being, sweating black like a stereotype of a villain.

[Certainly this is not true.]

“How do you know?”

[The tacos don’t smell like tortilla oil.]

“This racist…”

[The battle begins. Prepare to attack. 10, 9, 8…]

“Look at me from behind and correct me one by one.”

I stare at them with my holster off.

and 0.

At the same time, my Colt Python fires six times faster than anyone else among the pistols I pulled out.

At the same time, it blows up and knocks over the poker table next to it, using it as cover.

[Is there a romance in the West?]

“I can’t keep up with my romance. And romance is the last thing you do.”

Even in training situations, it has been described that if you get hit in a training situation, you feel like you’ve been beaten all day.

Sura or something to subdue the cadets who chew and fight because they don’t take any damage.

I turn the cylinder right behind the table to push the ammo, reload, and find the next target.

[Never leave the enemy in the place to go. Only move when you are sure that you have subdued your opponent, and make sure to pop your head and move safely.]

“All right. Teacher.”

At the same time, he kicks off the table and runs, slowly pouring out twelve shots with the twin pistols in both hands. After all, if you have a gun in both hands, you can’t pan by itself, so there’s nothing you can do about it.

Shooting with both hands is still unstable. Maybe 2/3 of the way right?

If you get skill points, you should invest more here. Because the dual pistol is not only a western, but also the spirit of Hong Kong.

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Joo Yun-bal’s older brother. Are you watching? Your spiritual successor is here.

He hides behind the bar, and bullets pour over his head.

And good bartenders always keep a shotgun under the bar.

Where else can you find a weapon that’s as effective indoors as this?

Anistine’s face lit up as she looked at the weapon.

[ah!! shotgun!! It’s a great conversational tool. This is a weapon made with the soul of an American.]

The hand pulling the pump and the muzzle show off a fantastic symphony. The strong smell of gunpowder irritates the tip of the nose.

tang, tang,

Tang, tang, tang, tang tang,

Tang, tang, tang, tang, tang!!

The 12 beats in front of her, who could only see a double barrel, is clearly a new world. Anistine, who is in ecstasy, raises her voice and shouts.

[What a wonderful new world where a shotgun has 12 bullets!]

Everything in front of the muzzle had a hole for the forearm to fit in. Opening new horizons in the interior, I pull out my rifle.

There must be times when you have to show up.

Look at that brilliant [Gatling Machine Gun] detail.

It’s the gun that always turns by hand in westerns and annihilates the protagonist’s goofy friends.

If it’s a cliché, by now that gun should take turns and kill all my colleagues, but I don’t have any friends. Precise lever action rifles finish before the muzzle spins.

Anistine, who had been enjoying the gunshots as if she had come home, came to her senses only after the situation was over.

When you go up to the second floor, there is only one enemy left. He held up his hand to see if the ammunition had run out.

It is a well-made training program in its own right, but it seems that the difficulty adjustment needs to be done a bit.

It’s too easy. That’s why practice doesn’t work.

I don’t know if it’s a romance or something.

I throw the pistol in my left hand at its feet. And the pistol in his right hand is put back into the holster.

and turn around

“Pull it out.”

[what are you doing?]

“romance.”

[Can romance feed me? Did you say that you can’t even be romantic when you die?]

Please save this poor lamb.

“Western is a genre that starts to fight a duel that exists at the end. Whether it’s a Mexican standoff or one-on-one, a duel is a must. Now you have the last enemy left. The bad bastard who instigated all this on the highest floor. It’s western courtesy to have a final duel with him!”

I scoff at Anistine who looks at me like I’m stupid.

“And it’s a disappointing set to end after just one brawl. Best of all, cowboys don’t shoot disarmed enemies.”

Anistine looks at me with an expression that seems tired of my extreme concept.

[This was a stupid bastard in the world.]

“Anistine. Won’t you call me blondie this moment when I’m holding the gun?”

[You have black hair. Sick child.]

“There is no romance.”

The program picked up the gun on its own and tried to fire it. I waited until I saw its muzzle. The result has already been decided and only dramatic scenes are needed.

I am much faster than his muzzle. Because I was able to shoot with almost invisible hands.

[Acceleration passed. Reality failed.]

“What about the whole thing?”

She shrugs her chin and leans over me in the air.

[Your shooting skills are outstanding. Even in that crowded situation, breathing is stable and bullet distribution is good. But there are some improvements. You keep trying to shoot the revolver like a rifle.]

“For example?”

[When you see shooting a shotgun or a rifle, you seem to be used to shooting with a shoulder strap. However, pistols sometimes do not have good recoil control due to inexperience.]

She pointed out some problems with shooting and corrected her posture.

[More than anything else, the problem is that the shotgun keeps trying to fire aiming instead of aiming. That momentary moment could cost you your life. Shotguns aim roughly and shoot. After all, if you’re in front of a gun, it’s the same thing for anyone to die. Overall, I’m more satisfied than I thought, right?]

“Coolich is great.”

I say self-assertiveness, but she quarrels without notice.

[right. Coolidge is the best shooter. He’s good enough to be my student.]

After training, I polish my gun. It has a simple structure, so it is unlikely to break, but my instincts as a soldier do not allow me to be stuck.

For the remaining 10 minutes of training time, clean the cylinder and muzzle well. A well-maintained gun is safe.

I’ll have to invest my skill points in the repair management side as well. Even if you invest just one or two, you can dramatically reduce the cost of maintenance.

Take skill points for gun maintenance. I think it’s a not-so-important skill, so if you invest two or so, you can go up to the master level.

[gun maintenance lv.M]

-You have the ability to service every single small part of your gun.

-At least the little gun you have in your hand will fire forever until it’s completely shattered!

After all the guns were overhauled, the way Anistine looked at me seemed to have changed a bit.

“What you looking at?”

[When I first saw him, I thought he was just a cool coolie, but are you more capable than I thought?]

“A person who wants to become a Guardian cannot live with just that kind of ability.

Other students seemed to receive special replenishment from the second day the academy started. Perhaps it is to raise the cadets who lack basic physical strength to the minimum level desired by the instructors by working hard.

There are no more classes today. It is currently three o’clock in the afternoon.

what to do with the rest of the time I guess I’ll have to do some shopping before going to the dungeon tomorrow.

I bought some preservation food to prepare for the dungeon expedition that might be lengthy. And Anistine’s Evening Whiskey. Buy snacks, etc. in advance.

Tomorrow will probably be a long day. It will be the first dungeon in my life. This is Blondie the good guy from the original masterpiece ‘Nom No Nom’ starring Clint Eastwood.

If Rahobin calls himself a blondie in the future, you should know that he is a person wearing a poncho and singing Ennio Morricone’s songs.