The vanadium dungeon, at the far end of the first basement floor.

　A large, empty space that I had created beyond the living space, modeled after the basement of my former residence.
　There, I was alone with Vanadium.

　I hold the gun in my right hand and launch a cold flame round.
　I shift the cylinder without waiting for it to land.

　The vanadium bullet that launched the cold flame falls headfirst with a bang.
　With my left hand, which I had held beforehand with a flame round and a frozen round between my fingers, I strike the vanadium round from below with an upper hand.

　As soon as I touched them, the flaming and freezing bullets were loaded (and disappeared).
　With the momentum of the poke from underneath, the vanadium bullet rises upward on its original trajectory and is sucked directly into the cylinder.

　You snap your wrist, attach the cylinder, pull the trigger, and fire a series of cold rounds.

Fufu...... less than a second, so to speak.

　There's no timer, but I'll guess that's about right.
　With only one vanadium round, I'm sure there will be times in the future when I'll need to fire continuously.

　It takes about half the time it takes to reload all the rounds after firing off all the regular rounds.
　I'd like to practice until I can get to that same level of speed, considering the actual battle.

　Besides, ......

And the hit rate: ......

　He smiles bitterly at the two cold flames that continue to burn at the end of the shot.

　The two are quite far apart. They are lightly spaced a meter apart.

　I thought I shot at the same spot, but at any rate, this is too far away.

'In a real battle, the enemy moves, so it's even more so ...... No, is it wrong because there's no target?　We could slime it out and target it.

　Almost at the same time as I mumbled that, the hem of my pants was tugged languidly.

　Vanadium.
　Beside me, he's pulling on the hem of his trousers and looking up at me.

'What's going on?'
...... (ssss)

　Vanadium raised a young - slightly pudgy, cute hand and pointed in the direction of the cold flame bullet.

　Immediately afterwards, a cotton wool appeared between the cold-flame bullets a meter away.
　Floating in the air, a ball-shaped fluff of a size there, floating in the air.
　It's a monster from the Vanadium Dungeon.

''You want me to target that?''
...... (nationally)
Well, thank you, Vanadium.

　I thanked him and nodded my head, and Vanadium's eyes narrowed happily.

　'I'll take advantage of your kindness,' I thought, though I stuck the muzzle of the gun to the cotton wool.

'...... Hey Vanadium, can you move that thing around a bit?　"Like fluffy.

　Then I used my left hand and showed it to it, using my left hand to do an erratic movement that felt like wobbling and fluffy.
　Then Vanadium quickly nodded and the fluff began to drift fluffily into the air, just as I had requested.

　A completely erratic trajectory.
　The dust dancing in the air that you see when strong sunlight shines into a room.
　That exact same, unreadable, fluffy trajectory.

'Thank you!　I'm happy about this.

　He nodded his head further in appreciation.
　Vanadium clasped his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes more and more happily.

　After a moment's petting, he picks up the muzzle and sets his sights.

　He pulls the trigger.
　He pulls the vanadium round out of the cylinder, loads it and loads it into the gun in a flowing motion, sights and fires.

'Oops.'

　This time it hit.
　Both cold flame bullets hit the fluff.
　Although they were equal to no offensive power, the cold flaming bullets continued to burn as they hit. Therefore, I could clearly observe that both bullets had hit.

　Crackle.

That's amazing.
Auldurm.

　It was Aulum who came clapping and clapping.

'You're back already?'
It's almost night.

　I built a basement on the first floor of the Vanadium for her and Nihonium.
　Unlike Meeke, and Vanadium, who copied their abilities, Aulum and Nihonium are unable to cross the hierarchy on their own.

　All of the rooms in the mansion asked Vanadium to make them on the 'basement floor'.

　Hence, Aulum was able to come into the former 'basement' without a care in the world.

'Now that's great. It's cool to move and you're guessing correctly.
I missed it earlier. I knew it had to be as close to a real battle as possible.
A battle-hardened man, that's getting better and better.
Thank you.
...... (nationally)

　Vanadium grabbed my hand and shook his head like his head was going to be torn off.
　I think so too. It's a gesture that says, "I'm sorry.

'Thank you.'
Come on, show me some more. I'm not busy until they get home.
Yeah. Vanadium, take care of the target.
...... (nationally)

　With Aulum and Vanadium watching over me, I'm immersed in practicing my vanadium bullets until it's time for dinner.
　Arum and Vanadium are always complimenting me, so I wanted to show them how good I am - and I think I've improved a lot.