When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

The girl who rubbed her sleepy eyes was obviously just waking up, and she couldn't even open her eyes.

"…"

You can understand this without saying it, but she still asks the same nonsense question. Yong Ye is naturally lazy to answer her, but speaking of it, he seems to be very accustomed to the title "Uncle".

The habit of human beings is so strong that Yong Ye feels sad for his habit, obviously his age is not an uncle at all... right?

Well, in fact, it is really difficult for him to refute the title of uncle. After all, due to the confusion of memory and time, he himself does not know how old he is.

Wuming is a twelve-year-old who can't tell his age, and Yongye doesn't look like a teenager, so there is nothing wrong with Wuming's uncle.

"Ignore people? What a ruthless uncle."

Wuming, who gradually recovered his sobriety, glanced at her indifferently, and Yong Ye, who never paid attention to her and was not disturbed by her, complained a bit and was about to walk into the outer corridor to blow air, when he suddenly felt like he felt something. He turned his head sharply and ran towards the third-to-last carriage.

However... She just put her hand on the metal turntable of the gate, and before she could turn it, Yong Ye, who ran in with her at some point behind her, pulled her back collar and lifted her feet off the ground.

"Let go of me! There's Kabane in there! It must be destroyed immediately!"

"...there's a cabanne in the car ahead? How did you know that??"

"I can feel that when I become Cabaneri, I can feel the nearby Cabanere."

"...Really? Well, it's a bit of a concern, but I'd better go take a look first."

After a bit of doubt, Yong Ye put Wuming behind him, opened the door and walked out, and once again stopped Wuming from rushing to the third-to-last carriage.

"If you don't want your situation to get worse, just stay here obediently and wait for me to come back."

"...Well...I don't care about this kind of thing."

Dissatisfied, Wuming turned his head away and ignored Yongye, and sat back honestly, unexpectedly, on the bed where he slept before.

Chapter 25 After all, the strong eat the weak

Nodding satisfied with Wuming's behavior, Yong Ye immediately closed the door again.

But... when he entered the car in front of the large crowd, he didn't find anything unusual, just a group of people who were as noisy and disturbed as before, and there was no sign of Kabane at all.

If Kabane appeared, the screams would have been screaming. How could ordinary civilians be so calm, just ordinary level of unease.

"Wuming lied to me? No... Even a childish Wuming shouldn't lie to me about this kind of thing, after all, it's completely meaningless, and her eyes don't seem to be lying, that's what...she called Feeling wrong?"

Looking around, the people in the mixed compartment looked at him in surprise and cringe, Yong Ye muttered to himself in confusion, and returned to his exclusive compartment.

"Hey, Wuming, there is no Kabane at all, isn't your so-called induction inaccurate?"

When he went back, he naturally found Wuming at the first time, put his hands behind his head, and fell back on the bed.

"Impossible, I did feel it just now!"

"...Forget it, just treat it as you feel. Compared to this, you said you were going to King Kong Guo just now, right? Tell me why you want to go to King Kong Guo."

It's pointless to care about this kind of thing, and Yong Ye is not too unreasonable, so naturally he didn't plan to say "there's no reason to lie to me" and other meaningless and wasteful words, and instead asked her why she wanted to Go to King Kong Guo.

"I have an appointment with my elder brother. Although I can't say it, it is a very important thing, so I have to go."

"...Brother?"

"Yeah, big brother? Is there a problem?"

"No, I have no interest in your elder brother, I just sympathize with you, a liar."

Shaking his head, Yong Ye would not comment on Wuming's words. After getting to know him for a while, he could clearly feel that Wuming was the kind of child who would help count money when he was sold.

He has long lost interest in the nameless elder brother, but he is just a swindler who deceives children.

No... Maybe it should be said that it is a nameless deceit?

"Hey! You can't pretend you didn't hear this! You..."

"Any comments or grievances?"

"…No."

Touched by Yong Ye's expressionless, cold gaze, Wuming, who was still aggressive, immediately looked like an eggplant hit by frost—withered.

Afterwards, in the carriage where only the sound of mechanical operation could be heard, Yong Ye, who did not say a word, just quietly wiped the new samurai sword from Sifang Chuanchangpu.

Of course, this is just an ordinary knife, and it is just a backup, just to prevent the old knife from being able to withstand a fatal blow, there are backup weapons that can be used, so as not to use bare hands.

He can endure loneliness, boredom, and quietness, but Wuming, who has a lively and active personality, can't stand the quietness, and talks to him as if he has nothing to say.

"That... Uncle, are you planning to go to King Kong Guo?"

"Ok."

"What are you doing at King Kong Guo? Are there relatives and friends over there?"

"How is it possible, I don't have so-called relatives or friends, but speaking of it, I met a person who taught me swordsmanship in the middle. Well, a good guy, unfortunately he died in the last fortress."

"Really? Sorry..."

"There's nothing to apologize for, but it's just a matter of this level. It doesn't matter if you get used to it."

Shaking his head indifferently, Yong Ye didn't look at Wuming, but still focused on the weapon at hand, which he depended on for survival.

Wuming climbed up from the bed and looked at the sunset that was gradually turning yellow outside the car through the narrow and long shooting hole.

"Sure enough, it's a common thing. The weak die and the strong survive, but that's all, because you are very strong, uncle, that's why you have survived until now."

"You're right... If that guy can be stronger, he won't die. No matter what world he is in, after all, the weak will eat the strong and the fittest will survive."

After absent-mindedly nodding in agreement, Yong Ye continued to focus on his hands. It was ordinary, but it was the maintenance of his family's life.

This time, Wuming seemed to think of something sad because of this topic. He seemed to be a little out of spirit and lost his interest in speaking. It was just like this, lying on the bed, shaking his slender legs, and staring blankly at Yong The night is meticulous, and the necessary maintenance of the weapons in the opponent is carried out.

Gradually, when the sun reached its limit, half of it sank into the mountains, and the speed of the armored iron city gradually slowed down.

"Iron Fortress, do you want to stop?"

"...The water supply tank after emergency treatment is broken again. It must be stopped to repair it and fetch water by the way. Otherwise, this car will not be able to support the next fortress anyway. I heard that it will take another night to repair the water tank, and it is estimated that it will be another sleepless night. ."

After answering the unnamed question, Yong Ye put away the blade and sheathed it again. After the car was stable, he stood up and prepared to get out of the car to have a look.

However, when he walked to the door of the car, he suddenly paused, turned his head slightly, and looked at Wuming, who was still sluggish lying on the bed, from the corner of his eye.