《Far cry: My life in a fantasy world as a gunslinger (Idea dump go to Far cry of an anti-hero for a more refine one)》Chapter 12: Lowered Stats and The horrible cliche

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After gathering some pots and empty bottles, I lead Emily out to an open field and open up the gun cage. Taking out the Olympia shotgun, I don’t know nor care much about its real name, just that I used it a lot in one of my fps games. Anyhow, I remember that it’s a sort of a hunting gun which will be easier for Emily to use rather than semi-automatic rifles.

After cleaning the barrels and loading in two shots, I explain to her.

“This is a hunting shotgun, I have loaded in two shells for you. Since this is a double barrel shotgun, you can only shoot two times. Even though it’s just a hunting shotgun, it’s still better for recoil taming than other guns.”

“ohhh.” She says, innocently heeding my words.

“Cover your ears, I’ll test fire the first two shots.”

She obediently follows my instruction.

“I’m ready!”

“Alright! Single shot Olympia. *Click* *Bang*”

The majestic sound echoes far and wide through the treelines…and give me somewhat of a minor rupture of an eardrum from the shot, making my eardrums ring.

“Woah Woah…Woo*thud*” I fall down on my ass at

Seems like my tolerance to gun sounds have decreased since last time. I feel weaker actually, my arms ache just from the recoil of this gun.

“Attatata…Ouch…”

God might have decreased my strength and somewhat of my endurance as well, since I remember to have been able to proceed even with the wounds from getting cut by razor-sharp claws, jabbed by a sword, shot twice with two arrows and even endured automatic gunfire echoes without dementia or rupture of eardrums.

“Are you alright hero-san?” She comes at my side and asks.

Woah holy crap! Not only she looks nice, she also smells nice as well, smells like ripened Vietnamese cherries.

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“Mitsuha-san, you’re face is quite red, are you alright?”

“I'M FINE! *Ahem* I’m fine. Anyhow, let’s get back to shooting.”

I look back to the gun, vainly try to hide my flustered expression to her. And by vainly, I mean extremely vainly since her eyes were somewhat glued to my every action and mostly face. Lowering it, or turning to the side didn’t really help.

Picking up the second gun, the Mosin Nagant and load in one of the stripper clips, pushing it down and chambering the first round, I then give the gun to her and violently turn away, giving my neck a crack.

“Here…”

“Thank you.”

I then ask her to hoot a few shots to see if she’ll be capable with this gun.

“Pull on the slide after you shoot to eject the shell.”

“But Mitsuha-san, shouldn’t you test fire this first?”

“Nah, you’ll do fine.”

With that, I then focus on the problem at hand, my strengths and mental capability. I remember that the PDA has a proficiency scan in its system.

“Let’s see, I’m gonna type. Mitsuha Hanake, age 15, blood type? Eh, I don’t remember…Done! Alright, let’s try this out.”

Well from the look of it, my strength hasn’t been reduced that much. However, my endurance got screwed up pretty bad. I think this will affect a lot in the long run. Wait does that mean that I can easily die from a wound now and can’t carry heavy weight like how I did yesterday.

This is all his fault, that rotten comedic jerk of a god. He took away my badassery, but Emily’s interest towards me seems to have not been lowered much. Even more, it seems like she’s way more interested in me, as for how her eyes sparkle at the sight of me demonstrating guns…and failing miserably.

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“Mitsuha-san, the gun doesn’t fire for some reason? I pulled the trigger pretty hard and it doesn’t even fire.”

Now that she mentions it, I forgot to turn off the safety on the Mosin.

I then come over to her side to switch down the safety switch, but as I feared, the trigger has been bent from her excessive pulling. This will be troubling if the shooting mechanism is affected by this, so I decide to keep the safety on and try to unload the 5 rounds of ammo from the gun.

“The trigger’s broken. I’ll get you another gun. Emily-tan, please wait a moment. I’ll unload the gun and get you another one alright?”

With that, I go on and disable the bolt lock and pull out the first round. After pulling out the first round, suddenly…

*Ktach*

The entire 4 rounds fall out of the integral magazine’s trap door. Turns out I was holding it wrong. I forgot that the Mosins tends to have an open latch on the integral box magazine to unload the entire clip if necessary, and I accidentally pulled on the latch when unloading the first few rounds.

By the looks of things, it seems that not only my endurance and strength have been reduced, but my klutziness and clumsiness have been boosted quite a lot.

Since this is tall grass and the chance of finding anything I drop down and try to catch the bullets.

And of course, I have to stumble on Emily while doing so.

“GYA!”

And with that, another anime cliché happens. This time, I land right on her boobs.

“mhh~ Ahh~”

Stiff nipples? Does it mean that she’s sensitive there? What the hell am I thinking?

“Sorry!” I yelled and clumsily reach for a surface to push my self back up. And once more, I screw up again. This time, I accidentally push on her boobs to stand up.

“Ah~ mhh~ Mitsuha-san…if you touch them like that…~”

SHIT! NOT AGAIN!

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