Azure: Gunner

And even as the System struck down God, and He fell to His knees, spilling His holy blood upon the white sands of Heaven, God looked at the System and commanded, ‘Thou shalt feed mine children each day!’. And behold, such was the righteous purity of God’s dying will that the System was forced to obey. Thus, by the grace of God, each day we are blessed to be able to Create Bread in His name.

- Excerpt from The Last Will & Testament of God, holy text of the Church of Lost Angels

His eyes widened. “You think you can infuse Create Bread into your shots? Why?”

“Why not try it at least once? What could go wrong?”

He laughed and gestured for me to proceed. I was astonished when it worked. The spellform slipped into my gun like the others, though with two differences. First, I could actually feel the point of mana used up during the infusion. Second, I noticed that I had just used my Create Bread for the day. I knew the sensation well from experience – casting it again would fail, until midnight, when I could use it again for the next day.

“Well?” Mason asked.

In answer, I aimed at my trusty rock friend and pulled the trigger.

crump! click-click

The sound was noticeably quieter, I barely felt the recoil, and there was no drain on my mana. Astonished, I realized I could actually see the shot as it zipped out of my barrel and smacked into the rock, seeming to explode on contact. I looked at my gun with wide eyes and then I started laughing uncontrollably.

I… just… shot a bread gun! Magic is so fucking weird!

Even Mason chuckled at the result. “Now that was unexpected,” he admitted. “I’ll have to ask Hassan if he’s ever tried that with an arrow.”

I concentrated on Inspecting my gun. I’d been able to pull up just the mod’s effects earlier, now I wanted to know exactly what was going on with my weird infusion.