"R-rob a bank?"
After the instructors announced this news, the police cadets created a wave of sound.
They subconsciously turned into sunflowers, and before they could thoroughly chew on the words, they all turned their heads in unison and looked at Ichijō Mirai.
The sunflowers had sunflower seeds on their plates, while the police cadets had Ichijō Mirai on their faces.
They instinctively recoiled, but looked for Ichijō Mirai's face before the recoil rose to their throats and eyebrows.
If Ichijō Mirai frowned and looked reluctant, the revulsion would explode in their hearts like a bomb, and they would not need the leader's voice to command them, but only a frown, and they would swarm over the instructors.
And if Ichijō Mirai smiled and looked satisfied, then...
'Messiah must have Messiah's reasons! We support it! What did the instructors say, robbing a bank? Yes! Bank robbery!'
They're going to support it.
Individuals may not always have high IQs, they may not always be on the line, but the IQ of a group wave is blind and small, and the only moment it exists is when they are watching the leader's face.
Ichijō Mirai is smiling and looking forward to it.
The disgust that had not yet completely spread to the sunflowers disappeared quietly, and the sunflowers closer to Ichijō Mirai all showed their expectation, turned their heads and looked at the instructor again, with an innocent look: "Although I don't understand what you are talking about, Messiah is looking forward to it, so I am looking forward to it too!"
The other sunflowers who were far away from Ichijō Mirai and couldn't see Ichijō Mirai's expression too well sensed from the reaction of the near sunflowers and also turned their heads to look at the instructor.
They looked at the instructor with a look of anticipation.
Onidzuka Hachizo: "..."
What are you guys looking forward to?
He looked more at the lush, clear sunflowers, and then at Ichijō Mirai.
The time was now night, and the place was in front of the dormitory building.
The dormitory building was lit up, barely illuminating the open space in front of it, and all the new students were sitting cross-legged on the ground, while the instructors stood.
It was a kind of secret meeting.
It was indeed a secret meeting, behind the media's back.
After a few glances at the other instructors, Onidzuka Hachizo cleared his throat and said sternly, "What's that look? Don't look so expectant!"
"This is a special training, a camp-versus-vertical special training!"
The sunflowers exclaimed again, "Opposing camps?!"
This time, the exclamation was even more violent than the first one, and with it, they once again unconsciously looked at Ichijō Mirai, and a line of text popped up almost plainly, [I want to be on the same side as the leader...].
Onidzuka Hachizo understood.
If he had been a police cadet, he would have not just looked at Ichijō Mirai in amazement and anticipation and fear, but would have immediately jumped over to him and been the first to express his heartfelt feelings: "Mirai-san, I'm willing to serve you! Regardless of camp!
I can't help it, I still have some memories of what happened to Ichijō Mirai's rival camp during the last special training.
Did the police officers suffer any substantial losses?
Not really, but rather, they gained a boost in prestige, the smooth passing of Officer Matsumoto's illness, and the destruction of the bar.
However, almost everyone who knows about 'Disguised Criminal' knows that the police are a disgrace.
To have a group of serving police officers round up a hundred or so cadets, and instead of catching a single one of them, to have their faces pushed up like roe deer, and to be gently slapped in the face with the back of their hand with a smirk on their face, is just...
It's not very hurtful, but very insulting.
"What's the rush!" Onidzuka Hachizo scowled, "Put that little mind of yours away!"
He announced the unfortunate news, "'Camp rivalry' is generally categorized into equal and unequal rivalry, between the fact that it's everyone's first time encountering this particular training mode, which is supposed to be equal camp rivalry,"
"That is, the 'red and blue sides', both camps have similar numbers, similar strength, there will be a greater probability of an even fight, one side for the defense, one side for the offense, or one side for the cat, one side for the mouse,"
"But! Yes!"
Onidzuka Hachizo paused, he didn't directly state the reason, he only said, "This 'camp rivalry', is an unequal camp rivalry!"
"That is, unequal in number, unequal in strength."
"All police cadets, a few of them form the 'bank robbers', the rest of the people are all organized into the police force, to assist the police to carry out operations."
"The leader of the 'bank robbers' is Kujō Mirai."
The numbers are unequal: a few against hundreds.
That's only the number of police cadets, not the number of police officers.
Ichijō Mirai is at a disadvantage.
In this inequality, the scales are tipped in favor of the police.
But the inequality of power is the disadvantage of the police.
The balance is tipped in favor of Ichijō Mirai.
In a sense, if one is thick-skinned enough, one can even say, "Isn't this a kind of equality?" or something like that.
Onidzuka Hachizo, not being able to speak to people and ghosts with such a clever tongue, had no choice but to tighten his face into a black pot and say, "Silence!"
"Kujō Mirai-san will be the red team," he said solemnly, 'and he will select a team of no more than ten to form a very small red team to deal with the 'blue sea'."
And with a more appropriate justification, "Historically, among bank robbers, it has always been the minority team that has been in the majority, and robbers and police have never been less and more,"
"True to fair camp distribution, can the bank hold that many?!"
Seventy to eighty robbers pouring into a bank is not a bank robbery, it's a terrorist attack.
The roaring chatter of the police cadets finally subsided a bit, and they once again looked at Ichijō Mirai, some eager to volunteer to join the red side, others afraid to do so.
Like little animals, they were keenly aware of one thing: if they buzzed around Ichijō Mirai like mosquitoes, he would get angry.
There are people in the world with low IQs, but even those with low IQs have different attitudes when it comes to different people, and so it was with the attitude of the cadets towards Ichijō Mirai, not just towards their fellow students, but towards their leader, the one who was in charge of the situation, a level higher than that of the instructor.
In a cautious silence, Matsuda Jinpei spoke, "Hey, who are you going to choose?"
He touched Ichijō Mirai with his elbow, his voice low, but causing many of the instructors and cadets to hold their breath.
Ichijō Mirai was sitting in the center of the first row of the freshmen camp, and throughout, he looked careless, sitting casually with his legs crossed and his head propped up.
It's not like a meeting, it's like he's lost in class.
At this time was quietly touched, his face did not have the slightest change in expression, still a careless look, "choose who?"
"The first to choose, of course, is a keen, intelligent, most admirable, and action super students."
"Who do you think it is, Matsuda-san?"
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
What's the point of guessing? It's like naming names!
He rubbed his fluffy black curls and glanced over, "I didn't think you'd be able to talk so nicely when you're usually a dog."
"So that's what I am in your heart."
Ichijō Mirai didn't even blink as if he hadn't heard, and interrupted with a deep nod and a look of approval, "That's right."
"That's right, Morofushi-san."