Forefront

/06:00:00\

/05:59:59\

"...less than six hours remaining..."

Mika breathed out and reported.

"Understood."

"Cool."

Both Shanks and Mary acknowledged her a bit absentmindedly.

Mary was standing between the large blue griffin and the big but equally skinny black wolf, all three were staring at the fog in front of them as if hoping for something.

Shanks on the other hand was sitting crosslegged on the ground and tinkering with a massive high-tech rifle that didn't fit the fantasy world setting and was as long as he was tall.

"I thought that we weren't allowed to take their weapons...?"

Mika asked glancing curiously at the shining gun.

"..."

Shanks glanced at her and continued doing the maintenance.

"This one here doesn't belong to the army. She was made specifically for me the day I was born."

He explained after a moment of silence.

"Eh...?"