Elder brother's garrison

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"...Alright, then I'm going home. Goodbye." York gritted her teeth, clutching her chest, and slowly got up from the ground. She looked around. "Goodbye!"

"Hey! You can't leave!" The woman rushed forward and grabbed York's arm. "I went through so much trouble to summon you!"

"Summon me?" York was taken aback.

"Hmm." The woman took out an empty crystal ball. "It was summoned from here."

York looked at the crystal ball in the woman's hand with disbelief.

Could I have been pranked?

York stared at the crystal ball in the woman's hand, lost in thought for a long time.

She wanted to think that everything was a prank, but she clearly remembered that she was lying in her own bed just a moment ago, so how did she end up here in the next second?

Could it be... that I've really been summoned?

York's expression grew increasingly strange as the plots of novels and anime she had read and watched replayed in her mind.

York was starting to believe it.

When I arrived here, it seemed like I was the only person around.

Did I really time travel? Did I end up in some place called Azeroth?

"Did you really summon it?" York asked cautiously.

"Yup!"

"Then take me back."

"No." The woman shook her head.

"If you're not willing to give it to me, at least demonstrate your skills. How can I trust you like this?"

"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not, it's just that I don't even know how I got you out, so how am I supposed to send you back?" the woman said matter-of-factly.

"..."

Why did you suddenly stop talking?

"..."

"...Hey, why are you glaring at me?"

"You bastard!!! Couldn't you have thought about how to send me back before summoning me back?!" York gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the woman in front of her. "I have a family!"

"But what does that have to do with me?" the woman asked York, puzzled.

The woman's innocent tone inexplicably struck a nerve with York, who instantly flew into a rage. Overwhelmed by anger, she disregarded whether ship girls could actually hurt people and wanted to summon her ship equipment to smash the dog's head in.

However, no matter how York called out this time, the ship equipment that had always been firmly connected to York did not respond to her or appear behind her.

York panicked immediately.

"Hey... what's going on..."

Ship equipment is the source of a ship girl's power. You can do without anything else, but without ship equipment, York is just an ordinary human who can't do anything.

"You want to use mental power? Ah, save it. Even I can't use it." The woman seemed to sense York's summoning of the ship's equipment. She laughed at York twice and waved her hand casually. "You can't use mental power that exceeds your level limit here. What kind of mental power can a level zero newbie like you who was just summoned use?"

"..." York looked at the woman helplessly, "This...this..."

"Hmph, a salted fish who doesn't level up wants to fight monsters above his level? Do you think you're a champion who took a three-year break and came back?" The woman curled her lips and reached into her backpack, rummaging for a while before pulling out a rag and throwing it at York.

York took the rag and realized that it was actually a very tattered garment.

"These are my rookie clothes that I took off. I don't need them anymore, you can use them." As she spoke, she pulled out a bunch of tattered pants, belts, and straw sandals. "These are rookie pants, rookie shoes, and rookie belts. You can wear them for now."

"..." York felt a little wronged.

What awful names these are!

York eventually switched to the rookie outfit.

After all, even the ugliest clothes are better than no clothes at all.

Without her ship equipment, York instantly lost her confidence. In this unfamiliar place, York had neither money nor people, and she didn't know what to do. At this moment, the woman who claimed to have summoned her gave her clothes, spoke to her, and told her what to do, which at least solved York's immediate problem.

"I...I'm all dressed up."

"Okay, from today onwards you'll be my little brother," the woman said.

"what?"

"You don't want to?"

"I want to go home..."

"So you people think pets are just being pretentious. Look at other people's pets, they all practically want to jump on their owners like lapdogs. Why can't you learn from other people's pets?"

"...I, I'm not a pet."

"Alright, alright, you're not." The woman patted York on the shoulder. "Without further ado, let's go find some wild monsters to practice on... Hmm, speaking of which, I think we should give you a name first, otherwise it'll be quite troublesome to call you."

"My name is York."

"Then you can be called Oreo from now on."

York didn't know why, but he felt that the woman in front of him had a kind of vengeful pleasure in her tone when she said those words.

"Oreo, let's go!"

"My name is York!"

"Okay, Oreo, you have to follow my instructions. The monsters here are all aggressive and high-level, so be careful not to attract too much aggro at once."

The woman kept spouting gaming terms, leaving York increasingly bewildered.

"Did you understand everything?" the woman asked York after she finished speaking.

"Uh……"

"Never mind, it's fine if you didn't understand." The woman snorted, reached into her bag, pulled out a cane, and then eagerly handed York the longsword she was holding. "You take this."

"Oh... this can't be the Rookie Sword, can it...?"

"I used up all the durability of my Rookie Sword last night while chopping down trees. This longsword was just a freebie the boss gave me; it's called 'Fire Social Security,' and its stats are pretty high." The woman coughed lightly twice at York, "Hold on tight?"

York gripped the longsword in his hand; the hilt was warm, and there was a strange sense of familiarity in holding it.

“Hold on tight.” York nodded, somewhat puzzled. “What’s wrong with this…”

"Okay! Go, Oreo!" The woman suddenly kicked York in the butt, sending her flying into the bushes behind her.

York let out a cry as the woman kicked him directly into the bushes not far away. York staggered several steps before he regained his balance.

"you……"

York didn't know why the woman suddenly kicked her. She opened her mouth, about to yell at the woman, when suddenly a series of rumbling sounds came from beside her.

The cattle and sheep that were originally quietly staying under the grass suddenly turned red-eyed as soon as they saw York. They stared at York, stomped their hooves hard on the ground, and charged at York.

The cattle and sheep, their eyes red, opened their mouths and howled at York.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

That wasn't the mooing of a cow. Nor was it the bleating of a sheep.

That was the roar of the deep-sea amphibious warship.

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With a thunderous roar, the herd of beasts surged forth, and the earth shook.

A dozen or so cattle and sheep, their eyes red with rage, charged toward York as if their lives depended on it. Dozens of hooves slammed heavily onto the ground in succession, and amidst the frightening roar, layers of gray dust rose high into the air.

The howling of the deep sea was like thunder, sounding especially terrifying amidst the din.

York, who was stunned on the ground, was a little shocked to see such a scene of thousands of horses galloping for the first time. However, the roar that was exactly the same as that of the deep sea quickly brought York back to his senses.

Regardless of whether York has ship equipment or not, she is still a ship girl. Having fought on the sea for so long, her body has naturally developed a reflex that automatically enters battle mode whenever she hears the sounds of the deep sea.

York has entered combat mode.

York gripped his longsword tightly.

York kept a close eye on the enemy.

York assessed the situation.

York took off running as if his feet were greased.

—Rile.

How am I supposed to fight a bunch of crazed four-legged beasts with just a broken sword?

Are you crazy? I'm not counting on ship equipment anymore. At least I'm practically a female soldier on duty. Helping the people deal with things like cattle and sheep diseases is my duty, but at least give me a pistol!

What era are we living in? Cold weapons are long outdated!

"Help—me—!!!" York dragged his longsword and ran wildly across the grassland in a rather embarrassing manner.

Behind her, herds of cattle and sheep followed closely, as if locked on.

"Why are you running? Quickly use your invincible Fireball to attack them!!" The woman's voice reached York's ears from afar.

"You're insane!! How can you possibly defeat so many four-legged beasts with cold weapons?!"

"There are only a few here, how can you be so bad at this!"

"You're awesome! Go ahead and do it!"

"What the hell are you talking about, a squishy class like me! You're a warrior, if you don't go, who will?"

"She's a ship girl!" York was almost crying with grievance.

York is a lady.

She didn't want to become a boy chased by monsters in the wind.

That's so unfortunate.

As it turned out, two legs couldn't outrun four, and with York gripping his melee weapon tightly, his running speed was significantly reduced. Soon, as the thunderous footsteps drew closer, York sensed the cattle and sheep slowly catching up. Turning around, he saw the closest cow had lowered its head, its two sharp horns gleaming coldly, and suddenly lunged at his rump.

There was no time to dodge.

York shuddered, clenching her teeth and bracing herself for the inevitable piercing.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur. The bull's horn landed firmly on York's buttocks, piercing through her novice pants in an instant. York only felt a sharp pain in her buttocks, and then she felt a thin layer of shield appear on her skin, pushing the bull's horn back.

The protective shield was extremely sturdy. Even when the bull behind him rammed into it with all its might, it only caused York a slight pain in his buttocks.

Huh? This is a major breach of protection? York was startled.

The next second, York clearly felt that his protective shield seemed to have become much weaker after withstanding this attack.

No, it's not heavy damage protection. The protective shield from heavy damage protection wouldn't dissipate this quickly.

York stopped thinking; the situation didn't allow her to dwell on it. She quickly swung her longsword and slashed randomly behind her.

"boom"

Orange-red flames erupted from the longsword in York's hand in an instant, transforming into a long serpent that engulfed the nearest beast. Amidst the rolling flames, the howl of the deep sea being struck rang out. In no time, the massive bull's body vanished without a trace, turning into several gleaming coins and neatly sliced ​​beef, which clattered and fell to the ground.

Then it emits the aroma of roast beef.

York witnessed it all.

Holy crap.

York was stunned.

What was happening before her eyes was unbelievable.

Fire bursts from his own sword?

Holy crap, does this "Fire-based Social Security" actually provide social security benefits?

This name is so realistic!

Is this something that could happen in the real world...?

How could a cold weapon that should have been obsolete eight hundred years ago suddenly burst into flames like a flamethrower, and instead of killing the wild animals it hits, turning them into coins and materials scattered all over the ground?

Isn't this... a game?

"Don't just stand there! Fight back!"