Chapter 23.2. What’s Going On With The Rear Admiral!?

(Barrala! Babababat!)
(Automatic rifle sounds echo throughout the school.)
Despite the intruders firing their guns indiscriminately, the school remained surprisingly quiet.
There were no panicked screams from students inside the school, only the frustrated voices of the terrorists.
“It’s no use. That barrier won’t break!”
“Weren’t high-powered rifles for Soul Armor users supposed to be provided?”
“They said the bullets were genuine! But that dark-haired girl’s barrier…”
At the end of the shared hallway on the second-year floor, Vice President Nase stood with a faint smile, mocking while maintaining the barrier.
With staircases on both sides of the hallway, the terrorists attacked simultaneously from both sides, but an invisible barrier deflected all the bullets.
“Even if they’re rifles for attacking Soul Armor users, aren’t they secondhand goods? I wonder which country they’re hand-me-downs from?”
Vice President Nase laughed while ridiculing with a carefree attitude.
“Damn it! You heretics who’ve sold your souls to demons!”
“You’re still stuck in your outdated mindset~ It’s hilarious~”
While cursing, the leader of the terrorists, in this deadlock situation, realized the danger of being pinned down here, knowing that reinforcements might arrive.
Should they abandon this engagement and regroup with other teams? He considered this while subtly confirming escape routes, but…
“Oh, you can’t go upstairs or downstairs anymore~ All blocked by barriers~”
“Ugh…”
As the girl in front said, the staircases were now got blocked by barriers, making movement impossible.
Even firing rifles at point-blank range yielded no results.
“Hey, what are we going to do~? Just keep firing futile shots that won’t reach? Ending up with nothing accomplished, just like your lives~”
“What could a little girl like you understand about us!”
“Getting angry means I’ve hit a nerve, right~?”
Feigning emotions, the leader of the terrorists pondered.
Unable to reunite with their allies, if they remained in this stalemate, there was a risk of reinforcements arriving and overpowering them.
In that case, they should conserve ammunition and prepare for the coming assault team.
With this in mind, the leader of the terrorists instructed the others to cease firing.
If they remained in this deadlock, they could simply engage in idle conversation with this impudent girl without consuming ammunition.
“Shall we have a little chat, little girl? Why we’re doing this.”
“Yes~ Your moves are so slow and dull~”
Attempting dialogue to buy time, the terrorists suddenly received simultaneous impacts from the front and rear.
Before they could understand what happened, they found themselves sandwiched between barriers, unable to move.
The impacts the terrorists felt earlier were due to the barriers getting squeezed from both front and rear.
Their feet got caught in the walls, rifles dropped but still within reach, yet they couldn’t even move their fingers to pull the triggers due to the intense pain from compression.
“Ugh…”
Moans of agony escaped from the terrorists.
“I’m tired of hearing the same old motives for terrorism. I’m not interested~”
With a cheerful yet cruel voice, Vice President Nase’s words echoed, and suddenly, all over their bodies, the terrorists experienced intense pain.
As the terrorists got engulfed in feelings of despair,
“Roarrrrr!”
A mass of roaring sounds like a tiger’s roar slammed into them, and with a crash, the barriers that hadn’t shattered before finally crumbled.
“Oh, that noisy technique as always~ Are you trying to steal the spotlight again, leader?”
Vice President Nase covered her ears with both hands and turned around.
“Your attack techniques make post-processing such a hassle, you know? The school specifically requested not to use them because your attacks make cleanup difficult.”
Walking towards the terrorists rolling on the ground, Chief Kohou Mina, the 2nd-year’s top, retorted.
Although the terrorists seemed to have lost consciousness uniformly, they still seemed to be alive.
“Because of your stupid loud sound attacks, we have to sandwich soundproof layers between the barriers every time. Couldn’t you consider my situation~?”
“Then learn better attack methods.”
Although the two shared similarities with their silver hair and foreign blood, their relationship seemed extremely hostile as they exchanged constant insults.
“What about the 3rd-year floor and the rooftop?”
“Who do you think is in charge? With President Domon, a versatile type with high-level attack and defense capabilities, there’s no need to worry.”
Answering Mina’s inquiry, Vice President Nase replied with a snort.
“More importantly, aren’t you worried about the 1st-year floor? It’s their first battle after all. Can they handle it properly?”
“I’d worry more about the 1st-year floor~ It’s their debut, isn’t it? Did they do it right~?”
“The one you’re interested in, isn’t it… Kamiya-kun, right? Can he be useful in this defense?”
Vice President Nas asked nonchalantly, seemingly uninterested.
“Just casually inquiring about Yuu-kun? Since it’s the opponent the student council lost to, it’s understandable to be curious, right?”
“Isn’t that being overly self-conscious~?”
Sparks flew between the two.
“I don’t know much about Yuu-kun, you know?”
“You two are childhood friends, right?”
“He’s too distant for me. At this point, everything about him. Well, I don’t think there’s any need to worry about anything.”
With a sudden distant look, Mina sighed somewhat self-deprecatingly, and Vice President Nase didn’t make any rare jests.
“Oh, okay. Then, reinforcements to the first-year floor aren’t needed, right~?”
While pretending not to be interested, Vice President Nase’s profile seemed to show a hint of reluctant empathy.