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Noam scrutinized me for a moment, then sighed. “Anyway, he probably won’t know how to use any of this… but let him try going in.”
“Yes!” Kelly exclaimed, and the door Noam was guarding swung open.
To my surprise, I found myself standing in an armory. An astonishing variety of weapons and armors were meticulously displayed by category. Academy students, likely part of the “artisan” group, were inspecting weapons, checking inventory, and performing various tasks.
“This is Academy B’s workshop. It probably has the widest variety of available weapons,” Kelly explained.
“Can I buy weapons here?” I asked, intrigued by the prospect.
“Yeah. How about something like this?” Kelly quickly picked up a sword, holding it expertly in her hands.
To be honest, I didn’t have much confidence in wielding a sword as skillfully as Kelly. But there was a more pressing concern.
“It doesn’t match my personality release,” I murmured to myself, contemplating my options. Although I hadn’t had much experience with it yet, personality release worked best with weapons that delivered a shock. Sharp weapons didn’t suit my style.
Inducing personality elimination could be achieved to some extent merely through contact, but it was most satisfying when combined with a jolt of shock to the enemy’s body. That was the reason I had put so much effort into striking the training dummy with fervor.
However, in actual combat, it would be challenging to achieve the same effect.
“Take a look around,” Kelly encouraged, sensing my hesitation.
As I scanned the room, one particular weapon ensnared my gaze—the modern panacea for all ailments: a gun.
In my mind, I envisioned myself as the John Wick of the personality elimination industry—a professional assassin straight out of an action film.
“Personality elimination double tap, personality elimination drill…” I whispered to myself, imagining the incredible possibilities.
How satisfying it would be to have such versatility in combat, effortlessly neutralizing opponents with precision and style.
“Are you interested in firearms? Have you ever handled them before?” Kelly asked, curious about my experience with guns.
“Of course. I still remember my K2 gun number,” I replied, a hint of nostalgia in my voice. It was only natural for me to develop an interest in firearms after having experience with cold weapons like daggers, spears, knives, and knuckles.
“Indeed, guns are better than knives,” Kelly said, her tone slightly sulky, perhaps feeling a bit overshadowed by the allure of firearms.
“Hmm. If a gun malfunctions during a dive, it’s game over, isn’t it?” I pointed out, considering the potential risks of relying on a firearm in certain situations.
“Do you dislike guns?” Kelly asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Ahem. In the hunter industry, guns aren’t always acknowledged for their ‘pure skill.’ I’m not a particularly discriminatory person, but even if one has a high rank, using a gun tends to draw disdain. It’s good to know,” I explained, aware of the prevalent opinions surrounding firearms among hunters.
“Then why do you restrain yourself?” Kelly inquired, a hint of disappointment in her voice. Was she upset that I didn’t show interest in the same weapon as her?
I couldn’t help but smile at her pouting lips. “I prefer knives…”
…How cute.
“Shall I go with this one?” I said, picking up a Glock 19 from the selection of firearms.
“Is this the compact version?” I wondered aloud, examining the slightly larger size of the gun compared to the Glock 19 I had seen before. Despite its size, the full grip felt comfortable in my hand. I checked the magazine, noting that it was loaded with fifteen 9mm rounds.
“Senior, how much is this?” I asked, curious about the price.
“That? 600 coins,” the senior replied.
I carefully set the Glock down, realizing it was beyond what I was willing to spend. “That’s too expensive. Should I go for this knuckle instead?”
“That knuckle is made from a special material. It’s 800 coins,” the senior informed me.
A knuckle more expensive than a gun? How was that even possible…?!
While I pondered, Kelly sidled up next to me, her determination evident. “I’ll buy it for you.”
“No, it’s way too expensive,” I protested, not wanting her to bear the burden.
“You like the gun, don’t you? I’ll buy it for you. Just pay me back!” Kelly insisted, her eyes filled with sincerity.
“…haha,” I chuckled, touched by her generosity. I had barely paid off my previous debts, and here I was, getting into debt again. But the thought of having a gun for added protection was reassuring.
“Then, I think I’ll need an ammo belt and an extra magazine…” I mused, considering the complete set.
“Add 200 more coins, and I’ll sell you the whole set. Oh, and since your boyfriend is quite handsome, I’ll give you a 100-coin discount if you buy everything together,” the senior proposed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“…Boyfriend?” I stammered, caught off guard by her assumption.
“Oh, really? Are you sure? After all, 700 coins isn’t an amount to casually gift a friend, is it?” Kelly chimed in, playing along with the senior’s teasing.
Kelly presented her student ID with a slightly tense expression, confirming our relationship to the senior. “Ah, please proceed with the payment.”
I hesitated for a moment. Taking such a considerable sum from a classmate, even if she was a professional hunter, seemed unfair. Should I refuse?
But as I looked into Kelly’s eyes, I saw the genuine concern and care she had for me. She had once been in a similar position, with nothing and no one to rely on. And now, she was fulfilling her promise to help others when she could.
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