The Cold Blooded Hunter: Seeker of Peace
5. The abandoned house II
Dusk put his bag on the table and took out all the contents of his bag.
Related he said he was leaving school this morning when the vibration - no, rather the Monster attack occurred, the contents of his bag were textbooks, no, which I think is as thick as my textbooks left at home.
"So, do you intend to leave all your books here?" I asked while taking one textbook and opening it.
Dusk nodded and he pressed down on his empty bag and said, "You brought me, my school must have been destroyed during the attack..."
Yeah, why didn't I think about it there?
"Maybe, you want to learn in situations like this, which is why I ask..." I chuckled as I picked up the flashlight and highlighted it into the Dusk bag, "But that's impossible, huh?"
It's late today, you just finished your shower and changed our clothes into cleaner and bigger clothes of course. If you ask where we get clean clothes from, then I can say we get clean clothes from the wardrobe of the house we currently occupy.
The night was very cold, moreover we did not turn on the lights so as not to be sought by the man-eating ferocious Monsters. We don't want to die after surviving for a few hours.
That's why the only lighting we had was two different flashlights, one small flashlight carried by Dusk and one large flashlight I carried in case the small flashlight brought by Dusk was broken.
"Feed first..." I took a packet of bread on the table and opened it and ate it.
Dusk did the same while occasionally looking at my face, which I myself did not know whether my face was attractive or not to women.
"I just found out that the look in your eyes when relaxed or tense is the same as the eye of an eagle..." Said Dusk after seeing my face for a long time.
"Why did you say that?" I asked with a mouth filled with bread, making Dusk put on an annoyed face.
"Yes, the look in your eyes feels like an eagle, sharp when you notice something, which is why I can say it like that..." Dusk ate only half of his bread and kept all the bread which amounted to four whole packs and one pack which contained half of his bread and closed his bag again.
In my opinion, Dusk began to be able to follow the way I survive, by saving a variety of existing food and reducing the use of battery wasteful objects.
The thing that uses the battery that we have is just two flashlights, I plan to explore this house tomorrow morning, when the sunlight illuminates the earth. If I do that night, I can't see anything...
"So, are we just going to sit here, waiting for tomorrow?" Ask Dusk after he finished tidying up the contents of his bag.
"Yes, where are we going? Even if we go, at most we'll just get to that stall, nothing more..." I stroked his chin, "But if we try to go to the Hunter organization in this city, maybe we can find our weapons of survival..."
"You say it like you understand how a firearm works..."
"Do you know how to use a firearm used by Hunters?"
"Of course not, but I know the types of firearms used..."
Dusk raised his two fingers, "The firearm I am referring to is divided into two, the heavy one and the light one..."
"I'm sure the heavy ones must have a big size..." I stroked my chin, my father once told me this when my brother who he said wanted to become a Hunter rank SS told him.
According to my father, firearms have various types, but the main one is obviously the mediocre version and the best version.
Simple versions are usually used by low-end Hunters and are quite cheap. Its strength was also nothing and the level of fire heat it created was usually not very high. The simple version was also made with simple metal, so if it had been used to attack several times, then the weapon would have been destroyed.
The best version is owned by high rank Hunters and lowly Hunters who have a lot of money. The power is very great and the heat level of the fire created is very high, it is said to exceed the heat of the lava in the volcano though. The best versions are made of very strong metal. I forgot the name, but when I heard it, I could feel that the metal was very strong.
Because of its speciality, the best version sometimes has its own name and the one that has it is destined to be a great Hunter...
Dusk explained briefly and I'm sure that he didn't really understand the firearm.
"So, if I just explain not understanding, then you should be able to guess how difficult it is to use a firearm, right?" Dusk stared at me flat.
"Do you underestimate Hunter's son? I suggest not..." I lifted my thumb and put on a proud face, "I'm ta-..."
I kept quiet while trying to remember how to use a firearm. My father used to explain it a little, because he said, slowly it would only make his firearm have an immeasurable level of heat. The worst risk is that firearms can explode.
Even so, all firearms actually have the function of regulating heat, so such a thing happens to early generation firearms only.
"Ta what?" Dusk smiled triumphantly, "You don't know?"
"Yes, hehehe..." I scratched my head.
It was only natural, my father explained it when I was six years old, when my brain was still not too developed and difficult to accept things that are not understood. I only learned about firearms from my father recently.
"I'm the same..."
With his innocent face, Dusk said briefly and the meaning was deep.
"Yes already..." I looked at the clock that was coiling on my left wrist and said, "This is just a clock... Eight nights, what are we doing now?"
"If it wasn't like this now, then I'd take you to sit in the courtyard and tell a casual story, but it seems impossible for us to do..." Dusk laughed a little and stood up and put on his bag, "We go to the room, fall..."
I took a deep breath and stood up while carrying a flashlight, "Since we don't have any work, that's all we can do now, fall down..."
***
In a forest, a grandfather walked away from his house and said quietly, "My family seems to be in danger..."
The grandfather picked up something long curved, which was enveloped by something black.
"Did the era of Monster power have reached its peak?" The grandfather exhaled as he walked away from his house.
Before long, he felt the presence of a weaker figure from him and he immediately pulled the weapon he was now holding.
"Despite retiring and staying away from a life of murder, the enemies occasionally come to say hello?" The grandfather smiled faintly and then ran away from his house with a weapon glittering in the moonlight.
"Black Fire Sword, protect me from all this mess..." The grandfather muttered as he sped up his run.