"Fashion among the samurai is a fast-changing and vicious thing. Most low-level samurai would change their clothing and style abruptly, sometimes literally. Their mass-market appeal requires them to stand out from their predecessors, at least a little.

That's why you'll see some people adopting such wild styles. The rise of whole sites dedicated to judging certain samurai fashion tastes (and the shaming of samurai who go too far), the tabloids around them, and the way clothing companies quickly imitate any interesting fashion display can spark a strange kind of competition.

Oddly enough, most veteran samurai didn't care much about this. By the time they've come this far in their careers, they've usually figured out what look and style they want to adopt. ”

Lead Costume Designer, Nimbletai

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c. 2032

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New Purchase: Under-the-shoulder self-loading holster Ma

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Points reduced to... 224

I stared at the boxes on the ground, next to a couple of other boxes that I had kicked in. Miaris convinced me to heal my injuries before moving on. Let me buy a carton of juice?

I sucked on my drink until my cheeks sank.

Without a doubt, this is the best drink I have ever had. Sweet and salty, with a hint of citrus, and an endless aftertaste, it's as if I've just bitten into a very expensive organic apple, and it's a great treat in this apocalyptic world, ha.

The point is, alien food is the best and worth every point.

"I'll never give this to Lucy," I said as I took the straw out of the box and flipped it over to drink the last drop.

I don't see how this would do her any harm.

"She'll keep nagging me to ask for more. Then she'd be spoiled with me, pretending to cry, and I'd fold like a bunch of cards. She'd run out of my points in one afternoon. Hah"

It pained me to learn that my vanguard was vulnerable to pitiful-looking young and beautiful women.

I snorted. "I'm not asking you to stuff it in my head," I said. "Now, let's take a look at this thing."

I'm used to opening the box only to find new toys inside. It beats ...... Almost any Christmas. The best thing we got was some really good school supplies that we got from a samurai-run charity one year, and as cool as they were, they were still school supplies.

The lid came off with a dull "thud", and I tossed it aside, not carefully exposing the ...... A jacket...... stuff.

I took the autoloader out of the box and lifted it. There are two holes for arm wearing, sleeves that reach elbow-length, and a zipper on the front. But the whole thing only reaches the lower ribs. More like a half-piece jacket than a real jacket.

I shrugged, set it aside, and ripped off my tattered gray coat. The thing already had a hole the size of a fist, and it had already completed its mission anyway.

Installing an automatic loader is a bit tricky. It has pockets on the back, and two boxes are sandwiched under the armpits and in the bag-like opening. It looks stylish, though, like a tailored fur coat.

Place the gun in one of the holsters.

I did as Miaris had asked and put my trench machine in the holster on the right side. The whole thing was crammed around the gun like a vacuum seal, and the time was shorter than the blink of an eye. I had to pull it a little bit to pull it out. "Cool," I said. "What about the load?"

Touch an empty magazine to the box under your arm. I recommend buying a few.

"Of course, give it to me, uh......" The gun would have been empty, and there were four pockets behind the autoloader. I think they will be sealed in the same way. "Five magazines. All of them were incendiary bombs. ”

You really enjoy the rounds. Maybe you should try something else? Trenchers can use miniature missiles, shelling shells, explosives, and many other loads. It's amazing!

"Now it's just a burn bomb," I said. Although some of them sound very tempting.

New purchase: .45 armor-piercing incendiary magazine. Five units

Points reduced to... 214

Five books appeared next to the empty box in front of me. I picked one up and gently patted it on the small, slender box under my armpit.

Three little arms came out of the box, grabbed the magazines with small pliers, and then spun them around me so that I couldn't see them. They inserted the magazine into one of the back pockets and slid it back into place.

"Cool," I said. I watched as three more magazines were inserted into my forearm, and then I shoved my trench into place. The little arm immediately got to work, throwing the empty magazine to the ground and loading the new magazine in less than two seconds. "Okay." I looked down at myself, then nodded. "It even looks a little cool. Does it have a non-black color? ”

Indeed it is. Next time you can choose. I don't think it matters.

I raised an eyebrow. "What colors can I choose?"

Which hex code do you like best?

"I ...... Nothing, just curiosity. ”

I have your size, so it should be comfortable.

I blinked, then touched the inside of the autoloader. It's beautiful and padded. A quick pull, then bouncing up and down, reveals something important. "You're not kidding when you say size."

If I gain weight, the damn thing doesn't fit, but it doesn't get in the way of my breathing.

Do you need anything else?

"I ...... Think that's all there is to it now," I said. How much time have I wasted playing Cool Gun Dress Up? I shook my head and considered putting on the torn jacket, but then gave up. I'm wearing a black half-length jacket and my clothes are torn and bloody, and it may look messy, but I look dangerous, and it's a fashion that's enough for me.

I thought about throwing everything in the trash, but then abandoned the idea. The whole building is littered with alien corpses, and it probably doesn't matter if I leave some trash on the ground.

"Now go and see if the others are still alive?" I say.