To You, Myself
The Abandoned Garden

Dijara has listened to the direction of the chat, the reason these four people gathered was none other than because the union now considers them carried. Even though quality must be started from the beginning, no wonder Dijara became a nonsense material and allegedly hitchhiking. Without contributing to the fight, it is very difficult.

To prove their worthiness they need to be together in one group, at least to the degree of a reasonable rank for their achievement. Of all that is inside, only Dijara has a greater burden, he must be below one level with Ria in order to get into the team later.

"Then, you better get acquainted first before taking on the task. Today there is a mission for you and of course.." the union leader paused the sentence, before he continued to speak his lips twitching, "the guild will choose a task for you. So consider it punishment."

"Hunting is a side job" Siska said.

"Cuman. don't take a month's duty, kok must be punished for that doang, anyway?" The girl in front of the entrance spoke up, looking a bit very annoyed listening.

"Siska choose one. Then, for Alia, you're the same as leaving responsibility! Although there is no loss for a teammate, it cannot be" replied the chairman.

While a man, with a pretentious-looking face he observed the face of Siska from behind who was protesting in a soft voice. Although forced and quite angry Dijara accepted. In the end, tomorrow they must accept the mission of hunting a monster and all agree. Dijara looked at the face as if saying "want how else" curdled up in Alia's face.

Long story short, they set out to hunt a cow Dijara not dizzying it. But he is not able to manage this team. Intending to finish off the target, Karia and Alia instead went forward to make a mess so that he with Siska would definitely have trouble aiming. They climbed up high to see the whole herd.

"Bolt-action shots, each shot must be cocked so that the bullet enters the room and is ready to be fired. It's a bit inconvenient but.reliable," muttered Dijara.

Relying on the 3X Dijara telescope killed several cows protecting the leader of the herd. The reason must kill the leader, so that the novice hunters will not have difficulty and can take this task also as a supplier of foodstuffs residents. Because Dijara know if the current people, prefer hunting rather than farming and suddenly looking for the desired.

Every time Dijara finished shooting pulled the gun shaker and spent more than twenty bullets, so that Siska could finish off the coordinator or leader of the herd. Seeing the task finished Dijara took a breath, if the two humans were calm, then they would not have to waste all afternoon. Especially expensive bullets.

"Why pick up the arrow?"

"It can still be replenished" Dijara replied. Picking up all the bullet casings strewn about as he sat, "would people assume throwing arrows?"

Without further ado they accepted the task again. The leader of this group was Siska, but most of it was taken over by Dijara and the remaining two were just like a piece of jewelry. Karia the magic sword user. He had swordsmanship, but his attitude was very poor and reminded Dijara of people familiar to him.

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Dijara stopped by grandpa. He inspected the manufacture of weapon components, the most important parts were meticulously made and quality materials. Making various small complicated objects, grandfather annoyed. But when Dijara put down a bag of money he pulled a piss and smiled, pinching the cheek of his beloved grandson.

"Udah said. A barrage of bullets will come out, every single shot will drain your granddaughter's magic energy. If I use a one-on-one shotgun I can still, if the bullet..." Dijara did not continue the sentence, understand grandfather's expression because he understood.

The family hid the fact that Dijara would not be able to perform attack magic, if self-imposed might be able to but very limited and weak. To be able to use self-reinforcing magic alone Dijara was grateful, because it was more useful and could be combined with the flower dance sword technique. Give added strength.

It does. Making a piston mechanism of some sort similar, really difficult. Moreover, this grandfather was not a person from an advanced civilization. Explained as much detail, as closely as possible grandfather could not understand and Dijara need to find another way. So that he can fire more than seventy bullets in a day.

"By the way how's your new team?" Grandfather asked, while cleaning the prototype rifle that had been used for a whole week. The reason Dijara came here was not only to see the manufacture of assault rifles, as well as dismantling and cleaning.

After cleaning the rifle he went to the meeting point to meet Siska. With a sword at the waist and the princess's proper appearance, she looked more like a noble child than a small folk. When viewed from the outside. That cold nature does not even reflect a big man, more like a lonely lover, for Dijara.

But this time Siska looked a little different. The appearance of the girl was like a clutch, without forgetting the safety of the hanging sword. Graceful always calm colored beauty with adult posture, attract the attention of all men, except Dijara the only one who is not at all captivated.

"Our job is tomorrow. Today I want to take you on a path with me," Siska said to this man.

Tiring off after a long time, Dijara nodded willingly to accompany this girl and followed the footsteps. They walked from the south gate to the north gate. From a distance Dijara saw a garden full of flowers, but very unkempt. Quite amazed to see the flowers of the garden Dijara first come here.

Siska reduced the distance with Dijara, she gave a gaze as well as an expression that was stringing words. Because for a long time Siska's intention was seen this girl immediately begging, "please show me your dance again."

"Give me a reason, first. Just give it up."

"Somehow I want to see her again. That's all I thought about" Siska said, looking down.

With a sigh Dijara stood in the middle of the flower hoping that if she danced, without involving the fight the memory would recover completely. He put on a chain bracelet with a bell, then unsheathed the sword, started a slightly low position and looked at the impatient Siska. Like a child watching it.

The passers-by were amazed, even so they were focused on Siska. It was like getting into a furore that an adventurer ran through the gate. While this red-haired girl was sparkling, she had been waiting for a long time, now Dijara showed every movement that had the meaning of attaching a certain impression to Siska.

During watching the initial Siska have a joyful expression of face slowly silence, like realizing something makes him confused and astonished. Every move is like trying to say something. Including the dance, implied the story that Siska did not know, whether hatred or anger Siska did not understand. He could only see the heartache of a man who was almost desperate.