Author Archives: Yoraikun

About Yoraikun

A college student who really should be doing something more productive with his time. Also, he can read a bit of Japanese.

Me, Her and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 13

  “You can’t find a buyer? Does that sort of thing really happen?” Tarou dropped his spanner in surprise. “That’s dangerous,” Maar said as she picked it up. “Well of course it can happen. Business is something that can only … Continue reading

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Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 12

  A giant asteroid drifting through space, and a broken spaceship crashed into its tip. Tarou sat in the deputy seat of the Rockboy supporting up that ship as he gazed at his BISHOP display. The front of the Rockboy’s … Continue reading

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Me, Her and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 11

  A room in the space station. With that room Tarou saw as around the size of a school gymnasium, the figures of men and women surrounded a mountainous pile of scrap metal. “Hey, Teirow. I want to remove this … Continue reading

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Me, Her and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 10

  “Whaaaaaah, h-help, kersplat!?!” Within that weightless space, Tarou spun forwards as e collided with the wall. Just like that, he bounced as he floated towards the ceiling. Perhaps in the same principle a billiards ball ricochets off a cushion. … Continue reading

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Me, Her and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 9

  “Um, how should I put this… if everything you said is true, to be honest, it’s all way too suspicious. I don’t want to get involved.” “I know, right? Can’t say I didn’t see it coming.” Tarou hung his … Continue reading

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Me, Her and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique] 8

  A prominent salvager, even on Alba Station, Maar was licking lips at a haul much greater than usual. “Looks like I’m in luck today. I’m sure there are loads of live circuits left behind.” She annoying swept her long … Continue reading

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