High altitude sky.
Zabton's children on the back of a dragon-shaped glare looked serious.
And when one of them signaled, two of them jumped out of Glal's back in pairs.
Thirty pairs.
The jumping Zabton children use their posture and feet well to control the direction of the fall.
Thirty pairs are like one creature.
The creature had a purpose.
An eagle flying in the sky.
Having seen the eagle, Zabton's children speed up like bullets and descend sharply toward the eagle.
But I didn't bump into him.
From the group approaching the eagle, they kicked each other and split up, passing left and right of the eagle.
The moment I wondered what I was doing, the eagle's movement changed.
It's an unnatural move.
To take a closer look, the eagle is tangled with the threads of Zabton's children.
Looks like there were threads hanging around the split Zabton kids.
The eagle caught on the thread.
Not all thirty pairs were caught by eagles, but a considerable number of yarns were caught, and eagles landed softly on the ground.
He joined the other Zabtonian children who were waiting on the ground and captured the eagle.
The eagle threaded the group, knitting a small parachute before it fell to the ground.
I'm glad it didn't fall on the ground.
What Zabton's children are doing is training to trap the enemy in the sky.
At a height of about ten meters, Zabton has yarns, but the angels, the Harpy, the Phoenix chicks, Aegis, and eagles have come to live in the village and the number of yarns has been reduced.
Because every year, there are a certain number of people in trouble.
So I reduced the thread, but I didn't have any trouble with it until now.
But the other day, I almost got kidnapped.
The increase or decrease in the number of threads does not matter much because it was higher than the height of the thread that was stretched, but this was not the case, and Zabton's children voluntarily started training and became exposed to me.
By the way, I'm on the back of a dragon-shaped guitar flying next to a dragon-shaped glare.
Girard, who put me on board, and Glal, who dropped off Zabton's children, descended on the ground, and Zabton's children picked me up in a beautiful formation.
Good, now the sky is safe.
"No, isn't it faster for Glal to attack?
Girard, don't say that.
No, I thought so, too.
The kids in Zabton are doing their best.....
Hmm?
Zabton's kids send a sign not to panic.
Did you know Glal attacked faster?
So this is a restraint drill, not a formal one?
Is that so?
Well then, that formal way of doing it.....
The mountain elves were making cannons.
It's not a banned gatling gun... it's like a mortar.
This is also under water pressure... no.
I feel like flying something with air pressure.
Is it like a pet bottle rocket?
Zabton children with warheads and barrels mount the mortar.
Huh? Huh?
No way....
The moment I tried to stop it, it was fired over the sky.
A bunch of Zabtonian children.
Divided at high altitude.
The drop you just saw starts.
I see.
It is forbidden because it is dangerous.
Oh, no!
It would be dangerous to fly with a bullet.
Besides, it would be faster to fire a direct cannon.
You don't have to be a bullet.
When you get a bullet, you can lead. Different hit rates?
Maybe, but....
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