You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!! - Chapter 87: Don't Wake Hiroki

“Hyahhaaa! Let’s go, you guys!”

“Why does being at the top of the pecking order mean getting all this attention from everyone!”

“We’ll take down that gloomy girl instantly!”

“And we’ll take down that guy while we’re at it!”

Their actions mirrored those of the group Shiori had previously defeated. Like before, they had convened a meeting before the event started, forming an alliance this time. Their goal was singular: to take down those at the top of the hierarchy.

“Think you can fight against this many? You’re free to run away!”

“Ha! There are only two of them! There’s no point in running away!”

“That’s right! Even if it’s new students, with this many of us, making excuses to flee is easy!”

“That’s embarrassing, ha ha ha!”

Engine noises and laughter filled the air. They were able to pilot the boats because the Combat College prepared these for the event. Even those without technical skills or experience could learn to operate them within minutes.

Dozens of boats, each manned by two to three crew members, formed a fleet racing over the water towards the large passenger ship moored in the lake’s center.

“Let’s completely overrun that ship with everyone!”

“Hyahhaaa!”

“Amano-san, it’s as if they were born in the wrong era, isn’t it?”

“I get what you mean, Moriko-chan. For some reason, I can’t help but envision them wearing shoulder pads.”

“What a coincidence. I’m having visions of mohawk hairstyles myself.”

The monitor displayed the alliance of new students heading towards the large passenger ship. Yet, they seemed less like adorable, inexperienced juniors and more like rogues from the end of the century.

“However, it’s the same pattern as before. The only difference might be their positions in offense and defense.”

“This time, the new students are on the offensive.”

As he spoke, Amano operated the keyboard at his fingertips, again launching the BGM software.

“This must be the one…”

“The next BGM?”

“Yes. This one would be good for this occasion. What do you think?”

“Let me see…”

Moriko looked at the screen to check the song title that Amano had chosen.

“The roles are reversed… No, I think it fits perfectly…”

“This time, the song is meant for them. Playing this song might make them appear somewhat cooler.”

The song perfectly suited a one-sided annihilation, yet it felt somewhat inappropriate for this scene.

“The ones being annihilated are reversed…”

Having witnessed the true capabilities of those at the top of the hierarchy, they anticipated the upcoming battle would follow a similar conclusion. This sentiment wasn’t just Moriko’s; all spectators shared the same thought.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s reversed. As long as they look cool, everything is good. Playing this song for the men charging forward will make them seem like experienced warriors.”

With that, Amano played a specific song.

“Though, it’s a pity they’re on boats.”

The song evoked the imagery of a squadron of military helicopters in formation.

“The Ride of the Valkyries.”

This piece is from Wagner’s opera, “The Ring of the Nibelung,” used in the prelude to Act III of “The Valkyrie.”

“Now, will they be able to produce a result worthy of this BGM?”

“Hyahhahhahha!”

“By the way, boss! How are we going to board the ship?”

“We’ve brought plenty of ropes with hooks! Use them to climb the walls like tug of war!”

“Always thinking ahead, boss! As expected!”

“Stop it! I’m just doing what’s expected of a boss!”

“Boss~!”

There was a leader, the boss, receiving fervent looks from many subordinates. It might have been a bond formed by male camaraderie.

Their hair gleamed in the rain, engine sounds roared, and laughter echoed widely among the group.

Various factors converged, leading to a specific phenomenon.

—Group psychology. When people form a group, they often enter a state of suspended thought, forgetting to consider their actions deeply and leaving everything to the group. This phenomenon dulls individual thinking, driving them forward on momentum alone.

Thus, they should have considered the possibilities. They thought they could win if they attacked as a group, believing that victory in bullying or violence came down to numbers. They concluded their reasoning with the belief that numbers were everything.

This was the mistake of the new students, ignorant of Combat College and unaware of the terror of those at the top.

“Let’s go, guys!”

That was their mistake—

—Crack!—Crack!

A loud burst of noise echoed. At that signal, everyone hurriedly looked around and found two boats slowing down steadily.

“Hey! What happened?”

“Well, that’s…”

A teammate, pale-faced and trembling, explained.

“The engine… it blew up.”

“What?!”

“Suddenly, the engine just blew up!”

“Ours too!”

There, lay the engines, shattered to pieces. Both boats were forced to a halt simultaneously.

“What’s the cause?!”

“I don’t kno—”

—Crack!—Crack!

The burst of noise sounded again. Then, another two boats began to slow down. The cause was something everyone dreaded.

“What’s going on?!”

“We too—!? Boss, look up!”

“What!?”

“What is that…?”

They doubted what they were seeing. It was a phenomenon they had observed for the first time in their lives.

“Birds… no, too fast to see! What is that?!”

And with that, it descended at a speed surpassing the speed of sound, its identity remaining unknown.