"Nine rings!"
The automated announcement came from far away.
It's Ichijō Mirai's best result to date, and his eyes light up like an unscrupulous capitalist who doesn't need to rest and finds a poor little thing to exploit.
Matsuda Jinpei: "Huh?"
"Nine rings?" He was even more surprised than Ichijō Mirai, "I thought a hit would be good."
There were a number of reasons for this, "Your body is tense, instinctively resisting the gun, your hands are overused and you can't feel the nuances, and now there are two people shooting."
On top of that, "A hundred meters with a pistol, even a hit is a matter of luck."
So, he really didn't want to comment on Ichijō Mirai, who could consistently hit a 100-meter target with a pistol, much less the phrase 'I don't know how to shoot''.
"You're even better than I thought."
Matsuda Jinpei took a few steps back and his eyes grew haunted, "Just by relaxing your body, your accuracy has increased so much, and this is a 100 meter pistol target."
He looked into the eyes of Ichijō Mirai, whose eyes were glowing, and felt bad, "...Wait, what's that look on your face?"
Why are you suddenly instinctively terrified!
For Matsuda Jinpei, the military posturing was just a few hours ago, for Ichijō Mirai, it was a long, long time ago.
And there were five names.
Trying to remember, he could barely recall Matsuda Jinpei's last name, Jinpei, and confirmed, "Jinpei-san, you said you'd teach me how to shoot, right?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "You don't need me to teach you at all, just make your body more relaxed and your posture more standardized... yes, yes, yes, yes, I said it."
"Why do you look like you've found your prey, tsk, I'm still here."
It's true that you've picked up prey, and it's also the third-best prey that ran headlong into a tree stump and gave itself to the hunter without a hitch.
Ichijō Mirai finished confirming the NPC's thoughts and automatically translated, "You're going to teach me how to practice shooting, which means that I can drag you there at 6:00 in the evening and let you teach me until 3:00 in the morning."
Satisfied, he thanked me sincerely, "Thank you, you're a good man!"
He'll remember to drag Matsuda Jinpei next time he's back in gear.
For now, there were still some bullets left.
"Let's continue," Ichijō Mirai said as he raised his gun carefully, "Please help me adjust my posture."
Matsuda Jinpei:"..."
Strange guy.
There's a sense of danger that's a bit frightening, and a lot of irritation that makes you want to punch him in the face, but there's also a sense of sincerity that's unexpected.
He sighed and patted Ichijō Mirai's shoulder, waist, and leg again, "Relax."
"Don't resist the bullet too much."
"Didn't your parents have a police officer who was accidentally shot by a gun when you were a kid? Why are you so resistant?"
It's not 'got hit by a gun when I was a kid', it's 'got chased by bullets all the time', and every criminal who's been on the prowl for more than three years has a couple of specialized skills, such as staying out of the way, erasing traces, and dodging bullets.
And: "Uh, yeah, 'I' was accidentally shot as a kid."
Ichijō Mirai reads the player's experience without changing his color, "So I'm a little resistant to guns, and I have a debuff when I use them."
That's true.
Matsuda Jinpei again:"..."
"Hands, shoulders, back, waist, legs, feet," he winks, as a ruthless toolman, "relax them all."
"Not so relaxed that you're defenseless, don't worry, just halfway relaxed, relaxed and ready to react."
The automated announcement sounded continuously.
Compared to before, the accuracy rate this time was much higher, most of them were above six rings.
Ichijō Mirai was very impressed.
He returned the favor, "You must have something on your mind if you're up this late. You can tell me."
If it's late in the morning, it's probably some kind of random nighttime drama, probably related to an unknown past.
Matsuda Jinpei will talk to you for emotional comfort, and Ichijō Mirai will listen to you for clues to the quest.
It's a win-win situation.
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei responded, "No."
"It was the instructor who raided the dormitory at night tonight, didn't find you, and asked us to find you."
"...I forgot."
He turned around, "Hey, are you coming in?"
The door to the range was ajar, the light from the doorway wavered, and someone walked in.
It was three men.
Kenji Hagiwara, Furuya Rei and Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was at the end of the line, he put up his hand and showed his pinky and pushed his palm sideways in a gesture, when he saw Ichijō Mirai looking at him, he paused, "Ahem."
"We've been here for a while, exchanging information."
It's easy to talk and communicate, but Furuya Rei said that Ichijō Mirai is very perceptive, Matsuda Jinpei was noticed just as he entered, and Morofushi Hiromitsu consciously minimized his voice and inquired in sign language.
"The action just now can simply be interpreted as an expression of certainty."
He explained briefly, then added, "Should we go back now?"
"I'm afraid the instructor and the others will be coming soon."
Ichijō Mirai reloaded the magazine and tried firing again, while focusing on the point: "Night attack?"
"The instructor attacked the dormitory at night tonight?"
Kenji Hagiwara nodded, raising an eyebrow with a somewhat bemused smile, "That was a big kill."
Morofushi Hiromitsu adds, "Everyone was practically defenseless."
The automated announcement farther indicated the number of rings the bullet had hit the target, this time it was, "Nine!"
Furuya Rei narrowed his eyes a little, "Nine rings on a 100 meter target?"
He recalled the phrase 'I can't shoot' again, and suddenly: "..."
There's no honesty between people.
"A night attack to kill everyone," Ichijō Mirai put away his gun, "to train the new students' vigilance and reaction?"
He pondered, "Sounds like a missed night mission..."
And, "Out of bullets."
"So..."
The others look over, a little confused, "Huh?"
"Then let me see which save file is the most recent," Ichijō Mirai snapped his fingers and smiled, "Got it, the file after I robbed the convenience store and lowered my hunger level."
Everyone else: "?"
Robbed what? What convenience store? What?
Ichijō Mirai snaps his fingers again and smiles kindly, "See you in three minutes!"
And he's back in gear.
It's night, 2:00 a.m., and the hallway is dimly lit.
Matsuda Jinpei walked silently to the door of Ichijō Mirai's dormitory and slowly pushed it open.
It was empty.
He let out a breath and felt his way back to his own dormitory, bleary-eyed, "Why isn't this guy back yet."
He'd looked three or four times!
When he reached the door of his own dormitory, he stood still, "No."
"I can't be the only one looking."
Matsuda Jinpei had made up his mind that tonight would be a one-on-one fight, and if he didn't like it, he'd do it.
How could three guys, one of whom was away and one of whom was hard at work groping, let another blond asshole sleep peacefully in his dorm room?
He immediately turned around, trying to find Furuya Rei.
The moment he turned back, he caught a glimpse of the inside of his dorm through the slightly open doorway.
In the darkness, a black silhouette sat silently.