Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Mars's talent in spiritual energy and shooting was plainly visible; Malin hardly needed to teach the boy how to adjust his aim. Mars could extrapolate from his actions on his own. Ultimately, on the twenty-seventh shot, he scored a 68.


Two instances of raising the gun to shoot, two instances of lifting the gun to shoot, two instances of turning to shoot, and two instances of shooting from the side.


An excellent sense of the gun, even though, since he was a child, he was using a .22 caliber handgun, it was enough to prove his talent.


"Very good, truly worthy of that lady's offspring. She always expressed envy for that lady in the ancestral diary."


"...She herself was also a very excellent woman. All I can say is, maybe it was the limitations of the era, but no matter what, I loved her, and she treated me the same..." Malin said, then yawned.


Section 450: Blood of Carter (Part 5)