You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!! - Chapter 22: ......sniffs

“We’ve accepted the mission.”

“Huh? …So, what are you doing?”

Returning home after receiving the weapons, Hiroki found a girl making ochazuke in the kitchen for some reason.

“The mission is…”

“Listen when people are talking.”

It seemed that the girl’s ears were just for show.

“We’ve arrived.”

“I’ve been here before, but it’s still crowded.”

Under the clear sky, they had left Combat School and arrived at a large parking area over the sea.

Despite being a weekday, the place was overflowing with people.

“Let’s get moving, then.”

“Yeah. See you later.”

Leaving words unsaid, they split up to start their separate tasks.

Their assigned mission was to surveil and guard the parking area. Hiroki once again realized what kind of tasks Combat School entailed.

According to the mission details, a drug deal between dark organizations was supposed to happen here today. Their task was to capture the scene of the transaction. This time, they were also to guard the area, collaborating with the security team.

“Old man, one teriyaki, please.”

“Here you go!”

Hiroki disliked dangerous situations and did not intend to undertake the mission. He was fully prepared to leave everything to Shiori.

(Suggesting we split up was the right choice.)

He had created this situation by suggesting they split up, claiming it would broaden their field of vision.

(Well then, I’ve got some money, I’ll just…)

(First, let’s check out the suspicious places.)

Shiori was walking through the parking lot, thinking the deal might happen inside a car rather than outdoors.

(Where could they be…)

Without a specific destination, she just kept walking.

“…Should I stop this?”

A voice slipped out unintentionally. Hiroki was torn about how to react to what was happening before him.

“Enough! I’m sick of this! I’m not something my father owns!”

“Me too! Dad! Why are you against our marriage!”

“You can’t possibly think sibling marriage is acceptable! Come back here right now!”

Drawn by the loud voices, people started coming out of the building in droves. A father, brother, and sister-like trio on the observation deck were unfolding a melodramatic scene straight out of a daytime drama.

(The siblings have gone beyond the vertical bars…)

Near the vertical bars, with gaps wide enough to fit a soccer ball, the siblings seemed intent on a lover’s suicide.

(Everyone’s just watching… what should I do?)

Hiroki pondered the situation. Having inadvertently taken on the guard role, he had to fulfill his duty. And if things continued, they’d end up in the sea.

(That stubborn older man is the problem…)

Having identified the key to ending the situation, Hiroki slowly approached the stern-looking father.

“Excuse me, sir. May I have a word?”

He approached the man from the side, whispering so no one else could hear.

“I’m busy right now, don’t bother me.”

“Which is more important to you, your children’s lives or their marriage?”

“Of course, their lives!”

Despite raising his voice, Hiroki continued undeterred.

“First, we need to get them back inside the fence.”

“I won’t lie, though. I hate lying.”

Tch, what a stubborn older man.

Hiroki’s plan was falling apart.

Then, Hiroki turned his attention to the next target.

“Hey! You, the brother over there!”

“What, what is it!”

Stepping forward before the father, Hiroki shouted, surprising the sibling pair.

“You two are in love, right!”

“Yes! We are!”

Hearing them respond, Hiroki felt confident about his new plan.

“Brother! You want to marry her, right!”

“Yes!”

“You want her as your wife, right!”

“Yes!”

“You want to *** with her, right!”

“Yes! Eh…!?”

Hiroki uttered a complete broadcast ban code.

Caught off guard, the brother was thrown into confusion.

Hearing Hiroki’s words, parents with young children covered their ears.

“So! You mean to tell me you want to *** on your sister’s *** and *** her into a mess!”

“!?”

The brother’s face turned red, followed by the sister’s.

“Can’t say it, huh! Saying you want to marry means you want to ***! So shout out your feelings to your father! ‘I want to *** my sister!'”

“Strip her and *** on *** and mess her up!”

“Embarrassed because there are so many people? You think you can marry as siblings like that! *** siblings!”

“Look! There are people holding smartphones! Your shout will spread across the country on SNS! Shout out loud that you’re going to ***! Come on, shout!”

“!!!”

Hiroki finally got close enough to reach them. His strategy was to forcibly drag the two back inside the fence by distracting them and getting close enough.

All he needed to do now was to hug them over the fence and call out to everyone around to help catch them.

Slowly approaching, Hiroki gripped the vertical bars tightly.

“Hey! Let’s do this, aaaaah!?”

A cracking sound. The column supporting the vertical bars had broken.

When he fell, he saw the shadows of the two squatting down in surprise.

(Why do both have such good reflexes!? Normally, they’d fall together! And why did it break when I touched it!? That’s strange!?)

Hiroki began to fall with the vertical bars, silently screaming, seeing nothing but the sea surface…?

(What’s that?)

He saw a black spot. It wasn’t a shadow on the waves but something that looked like a mushroom growing.

(But, wait! Oh no, no, no! I’m falling!?)

“Combat School dispatch, Himeji Shiori here. …What’s this?”

“Exactly as you see. These are members of the organization involved in drug trafficking. …But this is…”

Before Shiori, eight men in wetsuits were trapped in the gaps of the vertical bars, their heads trapped. They were like the Dango Three Brothers, or rather, eight brothers.

From the side, it looked completely comical. Shiori stared at them with a puzzled look when…

“Ah, Shiori.”

“Hiroki! What on earth is this?”

Hiroki, who seemed to have taken a shower, was walking towards her wearing new clothes and a shampoo scent in his hair. He looked dead inside, though.

“I’m going home. See ya.”

He tried to have a leisurely time alone, tried to persuade the older man, shouted broadcast codes, got thrown into the sea, and when he realized it, he had captured the gang members.

Hiroki was mentally exhausted.

“Wait a minute! …Ah, security guard! Please report to Combat School! …Hiroki!”

Following the shadow left through the door, another shadow disappeared from the room.

Report

The organization carried out a drug deal at sea, not inside the building. Hiroki Ogino discovered it. Using the vertical bars on the observation deck, he successfully captured eight members unharmed and found the case with drugs. Later, he handed everything over to the security department, completing the mission.

Author: Himeji Shiori

“Vertical bars?”

“What is Hiroki-kun doing?”

In the headmaster’s office, the principal and Amakusa-sensei were discussing. They were puzzled by the mission report sent by Shiori.

“But if Hiroki-kun’s first mission resulted in this, we can rest easy… can we?”

They hoped to avoid any fatalities, but the unexpected outcome confused them.

“Rest assured! This proves Hiroki-kun’s safety!”

This mission was a test for Hiroki. It assessed whether he would kill enemies using combat skills or weapons. They considered sending an observer but decided to judge based on the report only due to the risk of being discovered.

“The outcomes in the simulator and this mission are completely different.”

“That was a game! Hiroki-kun wouldn’t do such terrible things in real combat! The results are clear!”

Amakusa-sensei, caring for the students, thought of Hiroki as a dear child and believed in a positive outcome for his assessment.

“That’s good. I can be a bit more relieved.”

Knowing Hiroki’s character, the principal felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Shall we involve Shiori-chan and Hiroki-kun in ‘that’ mission then? But just the two of them…”

“I understand. But the available top-ranked fighters are limited. Only Shiori-kun can make it for this mission.”

“So Hiroki-kun will be added.”

“Yes. I’d have liked to bring more unranked fighters, but…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I should have been more careful, too.”

The effect of the previous simulator training spread beyond the class to the entire Combat School. Hiroki’s reputation was at its worst, in both good and bad ways.

Hence, it was decided that accompanying Hiroki on missions was impossible.

“How about introducing several combatants to the mission, leaving Hiroki-kun alone?”

“If we pit the available fighters against Hiroki-kun, who do you think will win?”

“…Hiroki-kun.”

After a pause, she honestly replied, negating her suggestion and regretting her mistake.

“Then it’s decided. In ‘that’ mission, hide all information about Hiroki-kun. Only reveal that he is an excellent combatant.”

“Understood.”

Amakusa-sensei acknowledged the principal’s directive.

“There’s some time until the scheduled date. Let them have some free time.”