Chapter 51 Showcase

Chapter 51 Showcase

"Gun?" Anubis and Fenrir tilted their heads. They knew swords, spears, clubs, or even bows, but this was the first time they heard guns.

"Indeed. I'll be controlling my Ena like a bullet and shooting it like firing a gun. In your era, there were no guns since they were only developed a few hundred years before I was born." Nathan crossed his arms while raising his head proudly.

"And what could it do? I don't really understand." n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Well, I'll still learn how to make multiple bullets and use it in a different way, but for now, I will simplify the process by using it like a gun. Of course, the barrier and the shield are also going to be useful in combat," explained Nathan.

"Indeed. The barrier will be useful against weak attacks. It can also be used to create a barrier that isolates a certain space. You will definitely use it if you want to use my power." Anubis nodded in agreement. His power was related to death, so they really needed an isolated place to work on it.

"Heh. Shield is more useful." Fenrir snorted.

"Are you picking a fight, you stupid dog?" Anubis gnashed his teeth.

Fenrir harrumphed. "I'll be the bigger person and forgive you."

"You—" Anubis wanted to attack him, but Fenrir continued, "Anyway, it seems that this gun you're talking about is a ranged weapon. For close combat, you have your sloppy martial arts and those gloves. You can also attack them from a distance with this new weapon. It should allow you to be more flexible."

Anubis couldn't help but agree with Fenrir's opinion. "But learning everything will take too much time. I guess that's why you want to simplify it."

"Yes. I guess it's easier for me to show it to you. See it and think whether I should continue using this type of attack or not." Nathan stood up and walked to the line that was marked '10,' which was the target.

On the other hand, Nathan slightly adjusted his aim, the blue sphere following the index finger.

'I can't really make a real gun in this world, nor do I intend to. However, guns give me inspiration for how to fight even more freely. It is a simple concept as well, which can be developed further depending on how I want it in the future.'

Right when Nathan was about to shoot it, the teacher noticed that there was a spark from Ena. That spark transferred the energy within them to this sphere, turning it into kinetic energy that propelled the bullet forward.

He noticed that the power of this attack could be adjusted depending on how much he concentrated his Ena.

'If he can somehow release more Ena and compress it, it can produce quite a high speed. And depending on how he tweaks the flow of Ena for that 'bolt,' he can create various attacks, such as explosion after impact. So this is the vice principal's student...' the teacher thought, feeling curious about Nathan.

The bullet flew at high speed but was still slower than a normal arrow due to Nathan's sloppy control.

However, the trajectory was straight without being pushed down by gravity. And with the help of the thumb, Nathan's accuracy increased drastically.

As a result, the bullet actually hit the dummy, albeit missed the chest slightly since this was the first time he shot.

'This is it. Because I only shoot the Ena, there is no recoil, which makes my aim even more stable. Once I get used to the aim and increase the power, it'll be a deadly ranged weapon.' Nathan smiled.

He didn't realize that Fenrir, Anubis, the teacher, and even David widened their eyes in shock.

They never expected Nathan to be able to shoot that attack with such accuracy despite his sloppy control. How? That was the only question in their mind.

Fenrir and Anubis realized why Nathan said he would simplify it so that this training didn't use too much of his time. He didn't need control, practice swinging a thousand times a day, or even train his lower body. He only had to focus on the Ena he put into that bullet to become strong.

Nathan raised his hand and blew the tip of his index finger as if blowing the smoke that would come out of a gun.