"Prince! Where are you going?!" Instead of running towards the people trying to save him, the little prince ran back towards the remain of the castle, crying.
"Eh, leave him. Little shit ain't going anywhere." Tom stopped the catgirl who was about to run after the boy and turned towards the bunch of people throwing rocks at them.
"Tell them I will blow their brains out if they don't stop now." The rocks can't hurt him, but an annoyance is an annoyance.
And tell them the catgirl did. She only gained more hatred and rock throwing, though.
The numbers they have give them the courage to do so, even with all the corpses and unidentified chunk of meat littering the streets around them.
Someone need to snap them back to reality.
He used it.
The skill he got from that blue slime he killed while laying mines all around the town to prevent anyone escaping.
About 5 Hours Earlier...
"Oh....man. That dragon sure was scary. Luckily I had experience running from people in my previous life-" A random blue slime came across Tom's way, complaining about his unfortunate encounter with a dragon.
"Hah? Another fucking slime?"
"What?! There are war vehicles in this wor-"
Vroom!
"ACK!"
"Hah?" Tom reads the description of his newly obtained skill.
"HMMMMMM."
Present Time....
""!!!!"" The catgirl stepped back as she heard metal clanging sounds, and Tom collapse into himself like a black hole.
"Nya?! Hubby?!!!"
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"Hmmm...." Tom inspected himself. In his view, a long, slender finger moved about to his order, covered in black gloves usually worn by German Tank Commander.
On the head, an officer's head. Tom had always preferred wearing it than a helmet. It's easier to make people listen if they can see his higher rank immediately.
Hierarchy is a blessing.
From the neck down, a grey silvery jacket reaching below the knee, with an officer's uniform under it. Decorated with medals, his past achievement as a soldier is clear for all to see.
On his feet, a pair of long, dark and bland black boots.
"..."
There is just one problem.
"Hub...HUBBY?!"
There's a pair of 'something' on his chest.
"...."
"Hub-" Tom slapped the catgirl's hands away from touching the 'something'.
"You're lucky I still need you for translation."
He walked back towards the castle, each step filled with the weight of an angry 60+ ton steel machine.
"Stay here."
Jack and Jill
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