"Bang!"

High in the air, a figure fell straight down and smashed into the snow.

In the snow, Yanagihara slowly straightened up and looked back at a cliff behind him.

Twenty meters, a slight fracture from a vertical fall.

Feeling the injuries in his body, Yanagihara made such a judgment, and his physical strength was indeed significantly improved.

This is accompanied by an overall increase in body functions, whether it is bounce power, running speed, or the ability to hit and resist hits.

Even dynamic vision and nerve reaction speed have reached a level far beyond the average number of people.

It seems that I need to pay more attention to it.

Standing on the snow, Yanagihara thought silently.

Recalling a tin can he had accidentally pinched in the morning, Yanagihara shook his head helplessly. Regardless, she still doesn't want to be looked at by others in a weird light.

Then she lowered her head and looked at her body.

She is more worried about whether her body shape will change again, after all, her current height is already relatively tall, if she grows taller, it will inevitably attract attention when she walks on the road in the future.

Yanagihara obviously didn't like that, and if she could, she still wished she could be more ordinary.

And also.

Thinking about it, Yanagihara raised his hand and touched his chest, it shouldn't grow up here anymore.

She is actually quite satisfied with the current situation, if this part really gets bigger, it will inevitably affect her movement or something. And it is estimated that it will be very uncomfortable to shake it around, especially if you have to wear a special underwear for this purpose, which is also a more troublesome thing.

"So." In the empty snow, Yanagihara lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Is this the trouble of adolescence?"

(I said that you are really not embarrassed to talk about puberty as an old monster, you have passed menopause for I don't know how many years, okay?) ）

In short, power······

Yanagihara shook her palm silently, and if it had been a hundred years ago, she might have been a little excited about it.

But now, what's the use of asking for this kind of thing, she's just a person who is going to die.

And reality has told her again and again that a person's strength is a person's strength after all, and in the face of real disasters, she still can't change anything.

Unless, she can melt this endless ice and snow, unless, she can remove the haze in people's hearts.

This is the difference between reality and fairy tales, in reality, no hero can save the world.

What's more, Yanagihara today is just a coward with shame.

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By the time Yanagihara returned to the car, everyone had already fallen asleep, and Maika was sitting in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette and keeping vigil. He nodded silently when he saw Yanagihara, and Yanagihara gave him a look in return and walked over to Al and sat down.

At this time, the girl was not completely asleep, and when she saw Yanagihara, she moved her body and put her head on Yanagihara's lap before squinting her eyes comfortably.

Yanagihara didn't say anything, just put his hand on her body and patted it gently.

Gradually, the girl's breathing stabilized, and she should have fallen asleep.

The night was quiet, and De Rosso sat up with a pale face and took a mouthful of medicine.

Yanagihara glanced at him, and he smiled at Yanagihara.

If everything can always be so peaceful, then the night will probably not be so daunting.

As soon as the day dawned, the team began to prepare breakfast.

Because the snow had basically stopped, everyone sat down and left the carriage, sitting on the snow and basking in the rare sun.

De Rosso typed a sketch on a piece of drawing paper, and in his words, he already had a basic idea.

Jester and Kent argued over what they were going to eat this morning, Kent thought the broth was the most convenient and quickest, but Jester felt that he was going to vomit on it, and he would rather eat snow than take another sip of broth.

In the end, Kent took the decision on the grounds that there were no other ingredients at all, and once again locked the choice of broth for breakfast.

Yanagihara and Al stood aside, holding a rifle, and today Yanagihara was going to demonstrate the technique of continuous fire to Al.

I saw Yanagihara standing on the snow, holding a rifle in one hand and a jar in the other, looking at Al and saying.

"When you are ready to shoot, keep the aiming posture you usually practice, keep your hands steady, confirm the three points and one line in your line of sight, control your breathing, stabilize the barrel of the gun, and don't hesitate to load the gun, just like this."

With that, Yanagihara tossed the tin can, and then picked up his rifle.

I have to admit that she has once again improved her dynamic vision and reaction ability several times, so that her marksmanship has also greatly improved.

If the original Yanagihara was a sharpshooter who was almost a hundred shots, then now she can be a little superman with this skill.

As long as she concentrated, the speed at which the tin can would fall would become extremely slow in her eyes.

It's almost like hitting a stationary target.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Five well-spaced gunshots rang out.

The tin can jumped five times in mid-air, and each time it was about to fall, it was shot into the air by another bullet.

"Smack." It wasn't until the gunfire died down that the tin can spun and fell to the ground, sinking into the snow, with a bullet hole on it, still showing some red-hot marks.

Yanagihara turned his head, looked at Al who was still stunned, was silent for a moment, and handed out the rifle in his hand.

"Whoa."

"What the hell!" Jester, who was sitting on the sidelines, finally couldn't see it anymore and jumped up and shouted.

"This kind of El can learn to be a ghost, you should give me a little bit of progress! Idiots who don't wear underwear! ”

Maybe it's because they're already familiar, and it's becoming more and more taboo to address each other.

"Tsk." Yanagihara snorted lightly with his rifle, turned his head indifferently, looked at Jester and said.

"Aren't you going to eat snow, why are you still sitting here?"

"Uh." Jester didn't know he had said the wrong thing until he was stared at by Yanagihara, but by this time, that sight had been nailed to him like a knife, sending chills down his back.

"Ahem, I'm not, on, just kidding, haha."

Jester grinned as he grabbed his head, trying to survive again.

It's a pity that the next moment Yanagihara had already put on a helmet for him, and then stuck his body upside down into the snow.

"Let's move on."

Ignoring the man behind him who was still struggling in the snow, Yanagihara patted the snow on his hands, walked back to Al's side, looked at the girl and said.

"Oh, oh." Al nodded, and quickly picked up the rifle in his hand.

"There's no bullet in the gun, you practice loading quickly, remember, keep the gun still."

"Okay, okay."

In the snow, Jester was buried in the snow for most of his body, with only his legs exposed, kicking and kicking indiscriminately outside.

"Hara, Kent, McCa, Mr. De Roso, little Al, are you still there, hey! Save your poor Jester! ”