Bab 174: Home

"Give me that!" The commander pushed one of his men to the side, and forcibly grabbed his rifle. He looked turn it to the side, and squinted. "This thing loaded?"

"Yes, commander!" The soldier responded with haste, not daring to complain about his rough treatment.

"Good." He took the rifle, and placed the end of it in line with Morohira's head. "Say goodbye." He said with a slick smile. After weeks of torture, he had finally won. His men mimicked his actions, and prepared to fire. He slowly moved to squeeze the trigger, completely focused. He was intent on memorising every second of this experience, so he could milk the pleasure for all it was worth.

"Eh?" An ill-timed gust of wind hit the troops from behind, and almost pushed them from their feet. He dug his feet deeper into the ground out of annoyance, as he strained to remain upright. Even the gods were struggling to make things more difficult for him, but it didn't matter, he reaimed and prepared to fire.