I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, staring at Garry. "But you're weak… have you ever even shot a gun before?" His voice was flat, filled with disbelief.

Garry didn't even flinch. Instead, he turned his back to Jimmy, casually picking up a baseball bat from the shelf. "I'm better than you," he said nonchalantly.

Jimmy sighed, already regretting this conversation. But then, Garry did something strange. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green sock.

Jimmy watched, his expression blank, as Garry stretched the sock over the thick end of the bat.

"…Why are you putting a sock on a bat?" Jimmy finally asked, exasperated but also a little curious. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

Garry grinned like he had just unlocked some ancient wisdom. "You wouldn't believe me, dude. I found this trick from a guy at a shopping mall near my house. It's genius. You wouldn't understand."

Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess… so blood won't be left on the bat?"

"Oh no, no, no! Well… I guess it could be used for that, too," Garry said, waving his bat around like a sword. "But look think about it. If I swing this at a guy and he grabs the thick end to stop me…"

He paused for dramatic effect, then smirked. "If I have a sock on it, I can just yank it back. The bat stays in my hands, and they're left holding" Garry dramatically gestured at the air. "A sock. Hahaha! What do you think? Genius, right? I don't know why I never thought of this before!"

Jimmy just stared at him, completely done. "Idiot."

Garry ignored him and nodded to himself. "Maybe I should keep another sock in my pocket for a quick reload."

Jimmy facepalmed. "Yeah… maybe keep five."

"Of course! I'm not an amateur," Garry chuckled, patting his pocket. "I have five socks."

Jimmy gave up trying to argue.

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Garry turned back to the weapon shelf, his eyes landing on a tiny, three-inch pistol with a rounded barrel. "I'm taking this too," he muttered, reaching for it.

Jimmy immediately stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. "No, no. That's dangerous. You cannot take that."

Garry pulled his hand back, rolling his eyes. "Don't act like my mother. This is the best gun here, and you know it."

Jimmy hesitated, then sighed. "…Fine. But don't use it. Only in an emergency. And for God's sake, be careful of the recoil. It's brutal." His hand twitched just at the memory.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Garry grinned, pocketing the small pistol.

Jimmy exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I still can't believe Lucian told you all this stuff so quickly."

"Well," Garry said, slinging his bat over his shoulder, "Lucian and I have a great bond, after all."

Outside, though, his inner thoughts were different. Blahhh, so many lies I'm telling today… Sorry, little brother Jimmy, but I'm on a god's mission. I can't tell you the truth… He smirked to himself. God sent me to save you all.

Jimmy squinted at Garry, stepping back. "Ew. What disgusting thoughts are you having?"

Garry coughed. "N-Nothing."

Jimmy sighed and turned towards the exit. "Whatever. Let's go to the Silvit family estate. We need to settle a score."

Garry swung his bat over his shoulder, following Jimmy. "Finally! Let's go pay them back."

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Ten Minutes Later – Silvit Family Manor

Standing in front of the Silvit family's main entrance, Garry tilted his head. "Are these gates even legal?"

The towering iron gate stood nearly a hundred meters wide and was built thick enough to withstand an explosion.

Jimmy crossed his arms. "We definitely can't break it. And getting it open is going to be a pain."

"Well, let's just jump over" Jimmy was mid-sentence when

BOOOOOOOOM!

A massive explosion erupted, sending a shockwave through the air.

Jimmy coughed, shielding his face from the dust and debris. When he turned back to the gate, his eyes widened.

The thick iron gate was gone. Not just broken obliterated. A gaping hole was left in its place, and the blast had carried through, tearing through the main building in the distance. The upper terrace of the estate had been completely vaporized.

Jimmy slowly turned to his side… but Garry was gone.

"…Idiot," Jimmy muttered, already knowing what happened. He turned around and spotted Garry ten meters away, sprawled on the ground, coughing as smoke rose from the barrel of his tiny, three-inch pistol.

Jimmy's eye twitched. "Didn't I tell you not to use that mini pistol?!"

Garry groaned, trying to sit up. "Cough… cough… the recoil is insane…" He wheezed, still gripping the gun tightly.

Jimmy stomped over, glaring down at him. "You flew ten meters."

Garry coughed again, shaking the tiny gun in his hand. "Yeah… yeah, I felt that… But damn, this thing is cool."

Jimmy was about to yell at him when he noticed something.

The pure, childlike excitement on Garry's face. Even though Garry had used this gun in his past life, it still managed to blow his mind every time.

Jimmy sighed. "…You're insane."

Garry grinned, standing up and dusting himself off. "Nah, man. I'm in love."

Before Jimmy could even process his stupidity, a voice suddenly echoed from the gaping hole in the iron gate.

"HEY! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TWO?!"

A man in a black suit stepped forward, his face twisting in shock as he stared at the obliterated entrance. His eyes darted between the massive destruction and the two figures standing in front of it.

But before he could even think he stumbled back, his face turning red as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "ENEMIES ATTACK! EVERYONE, DON'T LEAVE EVEN A SPECK OF DUST BEHIND!"

Jimmy sighed, rubbing his temples as he turned toward Garry. "See what you did? This is why I didn't want to bring you."

Garry scoffed, picking up his bat from the ground and resting it on his shoulder. "Oh, c'mon. Don't tell me you really thought we could waltz into this mansion without anyone noticing." He smirked, tilting his head toward the panicked guards inside. "Even you don't believe that."

Jimmy opened his mouth to argue but then shut it.

…Okay. Fair point.

Garry chuckled. "And as for these guys?" He cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. "They're not gonna be a problem."

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