In the early hours of the night, the dormitory hallways were so quiet that you could hear the sound of human beings breathing heavier and heavier.
Matsuda Jinpei stared at the slender silhouette in his room, his eyes slightly frozen.
But he didn't retreat.
Not only did he not retreat, but he stepped forward with his heart pounding in his chest, and pushed open the door to the dormitory.
The dim light from the corridor twisted in and illuminated the slender black figure inside, and Matsuda Jinpei saw short black hair in a messy tangle and a pair of dull red eyes.
The owner of the eyes was very lethargic, as if he had stayed up all night for a few days, and although there were no dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were a bit hard to open, as if they were stuck with a glue buff.
When he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't even look up for the first time, "Matsuda-san."
The voice was familiar.
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
Inevitably, his blood pressure fluctuated for a moment before he said, "Kujō-san."
"Why are you in my room at this hour?"
The words were staccato, somewhat gritted.
Not only was the voice familiar, but the feeling of wanting to punch someone was also very familiar, Matsuda Jinpei was dreaming back to the afternoon when he was on military postures, and how much he wanted to punch someone when he heard the phrase 'I don't know how to shoot', and how much he wanted to punch someone now.
Ichijō Mirai recognized this.
Then, Matsuda Jinpei heard his somewhat puzzled voice: "This time I didn't attack you from behind, didn't press your shoulders to subdue you, didn't cover your mouth to muffle the sound, why are you angry again?"
And then answered the question: "In thirteen minutes, the instructors will come for a night attack."
He stood up and threw something over his shoulder.
Matsuda Jinpei rushed to catch it, realizing that it was a black police gun, "A gun?"
"How did you get it?"
The police are pretty strict about guns.
Even if they weren't, it's still a little hard to get a gun at the academy.
"The shooting range," replied Ichijō Mirai, "is a marked round that won't kill anyone."
This was the perfect answer, and Matsuda Jinpei swallowed his strong objection and asked Ichijō Mirai how he knew about the instructor's night attack.
Before he could ask, Ichijō Mirai replied, "I've been practicing at the shooting range."
"When I was taking a break, I noticed something in the distance, so I paid attention and realized that the instructors were gathering, and during that time, they were saying things like 'night raid on the freshman dormitory'."
This answer answered both of Matsuda Jinpei's questions at once, 'Where the hell is Kujō-san?' and 'How the hell did the scary Kujō-san know that the instructor was going to raid the dormitory at night?' .
He swallowed the question that was answered without even saying it out loud. He wanted to ask, 'Since this is urgent, I can let you go for the time being. What are you going to do? Go wake up the others?'
The words didn't come out.
Ichijō Mirai: "Okay."
He stepped out of the dimly lit room and listlessly twirled the gun in his hand, tossing another to Matsuda Jinpei, "As you said, you go find Furuya-san and I'll go find the others."
"Give the gun to Furuya-san, he's a good shooter."
"This way, I have to be quick, accurate and ruthless when I steal kills," he said seriously, "and my shooting skills will be good too."
Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"
He took the pistol blankly, stopping and starting to say something, "You..."
Although he didn't understand the logic, Matsuda Jinpei didn't miss a single drop of the sarcasm.
He felt that the one who visited Ichijō Mirai continuously should not be himself, but Furuya Rei.
Ichijō Mirai casually patted Matsuda Jinpei on the shoulder, "Well, he really should be the one to come to me, go for it."
He steps out without looking back, yawns lazily, waves again, and replies carelessly, "Okay, okay, see you on the first floor."
"Don't open the glass door on the first floor. I set up a trap before I came to you. Yes, I know you are not stupid. You will not be unable to control yourself and want to dismantle the trap I set up and then restore it. But you were sprayed with smoke bombs in your face and complained that the trap I set up temporarily was really a '100% sure kill'. You didn't even think of any way to dismantle it except stepping on it."
"Bye~"
From the beginning to the end, Matsuda Jinpei said only a few words and sent a few question marks: "…"
Him: "????"
The question marks couldn't catch up with Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai went to Morofushi Hiromitsu's room first. He knocked on the door, pushed it open, and patted the person on the bed. "I'm sorry to disturb your nightmare, Morofushi-san. Please get up quickly."
Morofushi Hiromitsu was indeed having a nightmare, and when the knock came at the door, he only moved his furrowed brow, until there was a clear creaking of the door opening, and Ichijō Mirai tapped him on the shoulder, and he snapped out of it, sitting up in a near-cold sweat and gasping for air, "You..."
Ichijō Mirai: "My fault."
He was very polite: "It's my fault for the late night intrusion."
But the words of apology sounded a little bit weird.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was silent from the moment he woke up.
"Since you don't think it's a problem, there's no time to lose," Ichijō Mirai took Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand in his, ignoring the subconscious resistance coming from his hands, and pulled him up with all his might, "Let's get started!"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "???"
"Oh, by the way, the instructor plan to attack the dormitory tonight," Ichijō Mirai explained how he found out, and then said, "Matsuda went to call Furuya and the others, I came to find you, let's go call Wataru-san and Kenji-san together."
"The three of you are shameless freshmen with police officers at home, if you leave it outside, you'll try to come out and grab heads when you hear the commotion."
Ichijō Mirai firmly rejected the shameless act of 'I fight the boss, but someone else tries to steal the last blow from the boss', and readily accepted 'others worked hard to fight the boss, and I got the last blow in a chic way'.
He seriously patted Morofushi Hiromitsu, the person who was about to fight the boss hard, on the shoulder, "You can't wake up the other freshmen."
"No matter who of them you wake up, if you wake up just one, it will make the instructors realize that the freshmen are actually awake before they enter the dormitory building."
"There are traps on the first floor that will be triggered when the instructors come in, so I'm going to need you and Kenji-san to stop the instructors."
Ichijō Mirai's sincerity: "You're as accurate as a sniper."
Wataru Date wasn't allowed to stop the instructors because he was too good at melee combat.
The reason for giving Furuya Rei the gun was because Furuya Rei was a good shooter, but he was also a good melee fighter, so it was the lesser of two evils.
"Well, questions answered," Ichijō Mirai relayed in a calm tone, "you have a clear understanding of the current situation, and will follow my instructions."
This is from Morofushi Hiromitsu's own judgment.
...It's unknwon exactly how many times the save file has been reloaded.
Ichijō Mirai patted Morofushi Hiromitsu's shoulder again, "You go get Wataru-san and get beaten up to wake up, and I'll go get Kenji-san, who's not very good at melee combat, and beat up someone to wake up."
"It's happily decided,