Against a Perfect Sniper by Shiden Kanzaki

shoes and changed into indoor shoes, he looked around with a sense of novelty. In middle school, he hadn’t belonged to a club, and when he started high school, he started the civsec officer business with Kisara and hadn’t had time to join a club. So he rarely ever came to school on a weekend.
    Rentaro headed toward the student council room, the sound of his shoes loud in the silent halls, doing his best to ignore the jangling sound of metal following behind him. Most of the students he came across occasionally were shocked after one look at him and would lower their eyes and quicken their pace to pass him. Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t understand how they felt.
    Rentaro reluctantly turned around and saw the fully armed Kisara Tendo following behind him. She had two fierce-looking SPAS-12 shotguns slung crossing one over the other on her back, a Beretta 92 gun in her left hand, and the murderous blade, Yukikage, in her right hand as she walked. She had different kinds of grenades hanging off the leather belt she wore over her skirt, including fragmentation grenades, incendiary grenades, tear gas bombs, special stun grenades, and a variety of others, so when she walked, she made a loud metallicsound. Kisara, weighing about sixty kilograms all told, walked behind Rentaro without saying a word, increasing her concentration with a strange breathing method.
    “H-hey, Kisara.”
    “Be quiet for a minute,” she said curtly.
    From the front entrance, they went up the stairs on the far west, turned right, and saw a sign that said STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM . Kisara pulled the slide of the Beretta and made the gun ready to fire, then quickly flattened her back against the right side of the door.
    Rentaro cringed and was about to knock on the door when Kisara shook her head as if in disbelief. “Wait, Satomi. Are you planning on breaking through from the front? That’s too dangerous. Remember the exam to get your civsec officer license. After throwing in a tear gas bomb, the two of us can shoot Miori to death as she comes out, easy as pie. Two to the chest, one in the head, and we can make that woman say good-bye to this world.”
    “H-hey, Kisara…… I didn’t come here to kill Miori. I came to ask her about the results of the analysis of the bullets found at the scene of the sniping.”
    “That’s pretty much the same thing!”
    “No, it’s not!” Rentaro was overcome with strain and rubbed the corners of his eyes. Even though Kisara never made any mistakes, why couldn’t she keep her cool when it came to Miori?
    After saying good-bye to Tina in the park, he called the office to say he was going to stop by Miori’s place. The minute he told her, Kisara said, “I’m going, too,” and forced him to meet up with her, which turned into all this. He made a huge mistake in letting Miori’s name slip in front of Kisara, but he never dreamed that she would show up heavily armed and ready to kill.
    “Hey, Kisara, I’m going to talk to her, so sorry, but you wait outside.”
    “N-no way! I can’t let you and Miori be alone together.”
    “Why not?”
    “I just can’t! You are never on any account to meet with Miori alone. When you meet, I must go with you. President’s orders.”
    Rentaro shook his head, thinking he couldn’t go along with her any longer, and knocked on the door, turning the knob without waiting for an answer.
    “Oh, wait, Satom—,” Kisara started.
    Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the crack of the door and pulled him into the room, and then the door was closed and locked. Rentaro staggered a few steps and looked back.
    Blinds were drawn in the dim room, and Miori stood with her back to the door as she locked it behind her back with a bewitching smile. His eyes were drawn to the brightly colored Japanese-style clothes she wore despite being at school.
    “Welcome, Satomi dear.”
    At that moment, Kisara started banging violently on the door behind Miori’s back. “Miori, open up this