[427] That Guy is a Damn Normie

Chapter 427: That Guy is a Damn Normie

"You know what they say, no risk, no reward."

Watching the enthusiastic invitation from the stall owner, Hachiman raised an eyebrow.

What's this? Are you getting into charity work now?

"Well, since you're so eagerly inviting me, I won't refuse," Hachiman said, taking the replica rifle from the owner with a smile.

"Hmm... let's start with twenty bullets," he added.

"Alrighty."

Hearing Hachiman's request, the middle-aged stall owner grinned widely.

To him, Hachiman probably just wanted to show off in front of these girls. He had seen plenty of boys like him. But among those boys, very few actually won any prizes. In his estimation, if Hachiman hit four or five targets with these twenty bullets, it would be considered good.

With those odds, he was definitely making a profit.

As for Hachiman, he took the bullets handed to him by the owner and turned to the girls beside him with a smile.

"Which one do you want? Just tell me," Hachiman said to the girls.

Seeing Hachiman getting ready to play again, Yui hesitated.

"Hikki, is this really okay?" The memory of Hachiman's previous goldfish scooping adventure made her reluctant to let the shooting stall owner suffer the same fate as the goldfish stall owner.

"Well, since the owner is inviting me so enthusiastically, I might as well give it a try," Hachiman shrugged in response to Yui's concern, then turned to the smiling stall owner.

"Hey boss, I hope it's okay if I hit a few more targets this time."

Hearing Hachiman's request, the stall owner laughed heartily.

"Haha, however many targets you hit, I won't hold back."

The middle-aged stall owner was used to hearing such words. Almost every boy who came out with girls to play would say something similar, wanting to show off their shooting skills.

But unfortunately, if there were really that many sharpshooters, he would have gone bankrupt long ago.

"You see, even the boss himself says so. So don't worry, silly," Hachiman reassured Yui, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"Okay," Yui nodded, giving a sympathetic glance at the still cheerful stall owner before falling silent.

Seeing that Yui didn't object, Hachiman first picked up a rifle to test it out. After confirming that everything was in order, he turned to Yui.

"Yui, which one do you want?"

"Hmm..."

After hesitating for a moment, Yui finally chose a small dog plushie.

"I'll take this one. It looks quite similar to Sable."

Glancing at the dog plushie, Hachiman nodded in agreement.

Yeah, it does resemble Sable, that silly dog.

"No problem, leave it to me," he said, lifting the replica rifle in his hand.

Loading the bullet, aiming, firing—all in one smooth motion.

With a "bang," the bullet burst forth, and the dog plushie fell from its perch.

Seeing this scene, the stall owner's hand holding the fan paused.

Huh... He actually hit the target on the first try?!

That must be luck.

Comforting himself internally, the stall owner bent down to pick up the dog plushie and placed it on the table with a smile.

"Wow, you've got some good luck there, young man. Hitting the target on the first try."

Hearing the stall owner's words, Hachiman just smiled and turned to hand the plushie to Yui.

"Here you go, Yui."

"Thank you, Hikki!"

Taking the plushie, Yui thanked him with a happy smile on her face.

Rubbing the bun on her head, Hachiman's face softened into a gentle smile.

"It's nothing. This is a gift for my little bun."

Feeling the warmth of his hand on her head, Yui's face flushed with a touch of emotion.

Seeing the intimacy between the two, the stall owner felt a pang of jealousy, feeling like he had unknowingly eaten a big bowl of dog food.

Not just the owner, a few of the girls also felt a bit awkward.

At that moment, Yumiko walked over and swatted away Hachiman's hand resting on Yui's head.

"Hey, you, don't take advantage of Yui so casually."

Seeing Yumiko pout, Hachiman couldn't help but find it amusing.

He didn't expect the girls to be so jealous now.

"What does Yumiko want then?"

"Hmph."

Despite being addressed by Hachiman, Yumiko snorted lightly but still stated what she wanted.

"I want that dolphin plushie."

Glancing at the red dolphin plushie on the prize shelf, Hachiman nodded.

"No problem."

He then lifted the replica rifle once again.

Seeing this scene, the stall owner's heart tightened, but he kept reassuring himself internally.

It must have been just luck earlier. How could I randomly encounter a sharpshooter like this?

Perhaps the reassurance worked, as the confidence returned to the stall owner's face.

Unfortunately, you can't just casually set flags.

With a "bang" from the air rifle, the red dolphin plushie fell from its perch just like the others.

Seeing this, the confidence in the middle-aged balding stall owner's face froze.

Could it be that I really encountered a sharpshooter who never misses every shot today?

But Hachiman paid no heed to what the owner might be thinking and simply smiled.

"Boss, could you please bring over the prize?"

Hearing this, the owner had no choice but to bring over the dolphin plushie.

Taking the plushie, Hachiman handed it to Yumiko.

"How about that? Are you satisfied?"

"Hmph, it's alright," Yumiko said with a slight snort, but the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her true feelings.

Hachiman smiled and prepared to take another shot.

However, this time, he skipped the question and went straight for the gun. With a "bang," a Mr. Panda plushie fell down.

"Boss, sorry about that," Hachiman chuckled awkwardly again, but to the stall owner, his voice sounded as terrifying as a demon's.

But there was nothing he could do. Since the plushie had fallen, he could only dutifully hand it over to the customer.

Taking the plushie, Hachiman directly handed it to Yukino.

"Here, this is for you."

Seeing her beloved Mr. Panda, Yukino couldn't resist the temptation and reached out to take it.

"Thank you."

With the plushie in her arms, the girl's face turned slightly red as she thanked him.

"It's nothing. As long as you like it," Hachiman smiled faintly.

Seeing this scene, Komachi glanced around.

She hadn't expected her Onii-chan to understand Yukino-nee so well, not even needing to ask what she liked. And judging from Yukino-nee's attitude, she really liked this plushie. It seemed like Yukino-nee had the highest chance of becoming Komachi's sister-in-law.

Of course, Hachiman was unaware of the little girl's thoughts.

With a fair and impartial attitude, Hachiman spoke again.

"Just tell me which one you like, everyone gets one."

Upon hearing this, the girls all spoke up about what they wanted.

Meanwhile, Hachiman transformed into a sharpshooter, never missing a shot.

"Bang!"

A boxed figurine fell down.

"Bang!"

A DVD dropped.

"Bang!"

A beautifully packaged box of chocolates fell.

"Bang!"

An onion-shaped pillow tumbled down.

...

As the "bang bang bang" of gunfire continued, the prizes on the shelf kept falling, and the smile on the middle-aged stall owner's face disappeared completely. Beads of sweat even formed on his forehead.

He hadn't expected to encounter a sharpshooter who never missed every shot.

Even the onlookers nearby couldn't help but start whispering.

"This... is so impressive! Every shot hits the target. Isn't that too strong? Could he be some retired special forces soldier?"

"No, shouldn't we focus on the girls? That guy actually gave each of them a gift, and after receiving it, those girls all looked so happy."

"Huh? What's so strange about that? Receiving gifts is supposed to be a happy thing."

"Idiot, if it's not something you like, would you show such a genuine smile?"

"That makes sense. So, you mean those girls..."

"Yeah, I guess those girls all like that guy."

"Giving gifts to all the girls, and then all the girls being happy."

"In conclusion..."

"That guy is a damn normie!!!"

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