An active hunter from Hokkaido was thrown into another world - Chapter 92

An active hunter from Hokkaido was thrown into another world

Chapter 92   Sniper point

“What about there?”

“It’s too conspicuous.”

The rooftop of the warehouse. Yeah, that won’t work.

“This place seems to have strict security.”

“Isn’t that the church? No way, no way.”

Having a combination breakfast-lunch at a restaurant, we’re still wandering around the city.

We circle around the arena, observing potential locations. We can’t find a suitable spot, so our search area keeps expanding.

“Oh, that spot looks good.”

“Huh? Wait, hold on, Shin!”

After measuring the distance with a laser rangefinder, I briskly walk ahead. It’s the clock tower, quite a distance away from the arena.

“This tower isn’t part of another building, it stands alone.”

“That’s right, but isn’t it a bit far?”

“It’s convenient. Blan-san, can you teleport onto the scaffolding around the top of that clock?”

“Yeah”

We head to an alleyway, and with a simultaneous shift, the three of us teleport!

“Get down!”

A towering stone clock tower, possibly around 60 meters in height.

The three of us immediately drop down onto the scaffolding surrounding the tall clock.

This clock tower is where the city’s people look up to check the time, so if we were standing, we’d be seen in no time.

Crawling, we approach the door leading into the clock tower. It opens easily.

No one would ever attempt to infiltrate from this lofty height, so the door isn’t locked.

Quickly, the three of us enter and shut the door behind us.

Inside the Grand Clock:

Enormous gears, colossal machinery, click… clack… click… They move delicately, maintaining a consistent rhythm.

It’s the interior of a grand clock that faces the four directions—north, south, east, west.

The room is about 5 meters square, packed with gears and axles. The scent of iron and oil fills the air.

Tools for clock maintenance hang on the walls, with cans of oil, scraps of cloth, gear and screw parts piled up, creating an unmanned atmosphere.

In the center of the room, a large hole opens up. Peering down, a massive pendulum sways slowly back and forth from the hole. Ah, a pendulum clock.

Looking up, there’s a bell, accompanied by a complex mechanism set to chime automatically.

The driving force is a weight. Every few days, a clockmaker comes down to wind it, utilizing its weight to power the clock’s movement.

“It’s perfect. There are plenty of small windows that could serve as gun ports, and there’s space to attach guns. Plus, no one’s coming in here.”

Blan opens a small window to look down.

“What the…!”

I also open a window while holding a laser rangefinder.

The arena’s fighting ring is visible from here. The distance is… 521 meters, it seems.

“H-Hold on, Shin, from this distance?”

“Yes.”

“It’s about 500 Naaru, right?”

“More than that.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m sure.”

“Can we trust this?”

“We fought together to defeat the Dino Dragon, didn’t we?”

“…Fine.”

After that, the three of us discuss the plans for tomorrow, look down on the arena to confirm positions, and rehearse a little…

Click, click, click, click… Clang!

We all startle at the sudden mechanical noise!

What’s going on?

Roarrrrrr!! Zzzticktick, roarrrrrr!! Zzzticktick, roarrrrrr!! Zzzticktick, roarrrrrr!! Zzzticktick…

“Whoa-aaaah!”

“Screa-aah!”

“Screa-am!”

It’s exactly four o’clock!

The clock’s bell is ringing directly above our heads, uuuhhhhh!

We cover our ears and all flatten ourselves on the floor!

It’s a high-decibel sonic attack!

Ooooohhhhhh…

The bell’s vibrations continue.

“…We should find lodgings.”

“…Let’s do that.”

“…I agree.”

My head is spinning.

“We’ve got a place to stay.”

Blan says that. What a relief… I don’t want to crawl on those precarious platforms and risk falling upside down like that.

After that, we teleport to a hidden corner of the city, then started walking towards the inn district from there.

“Well then, see you tomorrow!”

“Huh? What about our further plans?”

“We’ve covered everything we needed. Let’s meet at the fountain square here tomorrow.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Don’t worry, it’s all good. See you!”

With that, Blan headed off, walking under the glow of the city’s streetlights.

“Well, since we’re here, let’s take it easy.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

We found quite a nice inn, actually.

It’s four gold coins for a night. It has a double bed that’s luxuriously soft and a small bathtub.

We had our dinner at the inn’s restaurant.

Blan even gave me ten gold coins for the stay.

Truly befitting a generous hero.

“Hmm… it’s not quite hitting the mark.”

The meal isn’t anything special. Somehow, everything feels a bit lacking.

“The food from the street vendors wasn’t that great either.”

“They’re probably not well-connected in terms of distribution, and the city seemed lifeless.”

“What a dire country…”

“Yeah…”

I inquire about something that’s been on my mind with Saran.

“Hey, Saran.”

“Yeah?”

“You know, that curse Doulsan mentioned about dying if you kill an elf, that’s just a lie, right?”

“It’s a lie.”

“Haha, I thought so.”

As I expected.

“Keep it a secret from the hero, alright? We don’t know how things might turn out.”

“Of course.”

I fill the bathtub with water and sink into it, taking my time to relax. After wetting my head and shampooing, I pour water over myself and then help Saran do the same.

“We should get some rest soon.”

“Mm, then let’s take it easy.”

“Nice and easy, Shin…”

Before long, we both drift off into sleep without realizing who fell asleep first.

Saran, in the soft embrace of slumber…

I woke up quite late, hurriedly washed myself again in the bathtub, had breakfast, and left the inn.

When I arrived at the fountain square, Hero Blan was sitting by the fountain just like yesterday, wearing plain civilian clothes.

“Good morning!”

“…I can’t believe you’re the hero who’s going to fight the Dino Dragon today. Not at all.”

“Haha, well, shall we get going then?”

The city is bustling. Many people are forming lines, heading towards the arena.

Could it hold around three thousand people? Is it even more? Can it fit them all?

In a city like this, this seems to be one of the rare events. Everyone is smiling and seems to be enjoying themselves.

“We better put on a good show, or the audience might hold a grudge.”

“That kind of service spirit could become a flag.”

“A flag?”

“It means you’re inviting death upon yourself.”

“Oh, that’s scary.”

He’s as composed and carefree as ever.

Dong… Dong… Dong… Dong…

The clock struck eleven.

Just one more hour.

The three of us hold hands in an alleyway and then teleport into the interior of the clock tower.

First, changing clothes.

Saran and I donned hunter attire with hunter boots. Saran proudly wore her sword on her waist.

Blan, on the other hand, sported a black outfit with a black shirt adorned with glittering embroidery, slim-fitting trousers, hefty boots, gloves, a wide-brimmed black hat, and that unmistakable cloak with a red lining, borrowed from Elf Tokor Village’s Doulsan.

And then, he attached the borrowed battle sword to his side.

We set up the wireless communication device for Blan, securing it to his belt, locking it in place, and using tape to fix wires so that his earphones would stay in place over his ears. Since there’s going to be intense action, it’s essential to have it like this.

“This is amazing, all sticky and convenient. Quite something.”

Yes, adhesive tape and duct tape are surprisingly handy in this world. These are the items we always keep in our Magic Bag, which we bought from it.

Saran and I also equipped our own wireless devices.

“Testing, testing, it’s a clear day today.”

“Testing, testing, it’s a clear day today.”

“Testing, testing, a wonderfully clear one!”

Yes, the weather is perfect.

Above all, there’s no wind.

We confirm that the three wireless devices automatically transmit voices using VOX.

“Tripod.”

I pull out a hefty tripod from the Magic Bag.

In essence, it’s a gun mount.

I adjust its height with a click, then place it on the ground. It’s quite heavy.

“Precision Rest.”

It’s a platform for mounting guns. What sets it apart from a regular bench rest is the large lever attached, which can be moved extensively in all directions. This allows for precise adjustment of the gun’s elevation and windage. The rifle is placed on this platform, and the sniper makes minute adjustments using the lever for aiming. It’s the real deal used by professionals in benchrest competitions.

“Remington M700, .338 Lapua Magnum!”

For occasions like this, we bought an ultra-long-range sniper rifle!