Bang!
The Hunting Rifle hidden in the grass suddenly fired. Calvados only had time to twist sideways. Almost at the same moment, a tremendous force slammed into his chest—if the gun in his hand had not happened to blocked the Bullet, he would probably already be dead.
The long gun flew from his grasp, and Calvados lost his footing.
A moment ago, he had been staring at Chizo Ogura ahead of him, sneering inwardly about how there was a road to heaven but he would not take it, insisting on running alone into the wilderness. The next instant, the Grim Reaper had indeed arrived right on schedule—except this Grim Reaper's target... seemed to have been slightly off.
Complicated thoughts flashed through Calvados's mind. With a resentful glare, he tumbled head over heels down the cliff.
Vodka, who was in charge of support nearby: "???"
Calvados had been blasted away by an ownerless Hunting Rifle hidden among the bushes. The target of the hit, hearing the commotion, jumped off the Swing and fled with his head in his hands. An eagle cawed overhead, while the Middle-Aged Shopkeeper's corpse fell from the woods and hit the ground with a thud...
The scene was utter chaos, yet somehow orderly in its chaos. Vodka was forced to take it all in, and his overworked brain promptly shut down.
What was going on?
What had happened?
...What conspiracy did Uzo have this time?!
He stared blankly in the direction Calvados had rolled away, then a few seconds later, something moved at the edge of his vision.
"!" Vodka looked over alertly and saw a completely black cat in the woods, with only its four paws white as snow. He had no idea where that Black Cat with White Paws had come from, but its round