The wind blew down from the mountain peak, skimming the back of Matik's neck and sending shivers across his skin. The words of his companion sounded as chilling as a horror story.
"Stop talking nonsense! If your shooting sucks, it just sucks. Stop making excuses and move over! Watch my shooting skills!"
Matik pushed his companion aside, grabbed the machine gun with both hands, and, confident in his marksmanship, quickly aimed at the blond man approaching their position. His index finger pulled the trigger. From this angle, he was one hundred percent certain he could hit the blond man.
The staccato noise of gunfire erupted as the concrete ground exploded into waves, like stones dropped into a lake. Aozawa was currently in a state of Schrödinger's Cat and completely immune to bullets. He couldn't even feel a trace of impact and continued to walk forward two more steps with a beguiling, cat-like gait.
