It's an ambush. I'd like to make an ambush called the Flower of the Battle Royal. Boy cartoons and the like are praised by the protagonist side, and the enemy side is despised as a coward. Besides, the current time is a good time to attack at 2: 00 a.m. and 3: 00 p.m. at night.
The members preparing for such a night raid seem to be having a lot of fun. Cackyaufufu and everyone smiled. In the living room under preparation, Shino-san and Yuuka-san lined up the tools they brought in and asked the girls which they would take.
You can see things like gas masks, batons and grenades just by looking at what's thrown there. Whatever I say, what the hell are these girls up to? Nevertheless, this is my fight, so I'm not going to do anything like this. I take something like a baton, one of the scattered things I'm afraid of.
"Ah, I didn't dare bring enough people!
"That's right. Just so you know, what is this?
"Of course it's a high voltage stand rod! It's easier to use because it can reach than regular stun guns, right?
... of course, I don't know what it means, and I haven't used it before, so I don't even know if I'm asked for consent.
"... I see. So, what's this grenade like?
"That's a smoke screen. I can't bring the real one to the boulder."
Ahaha and Shino-san, is there any element of laughter in this conversation? In this way, I watched their preparations quietly, even though I was harassed.
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Ah, it's time for the night ~
A short-haired girl throws herself on a sofa in the living room and talks to her fellow night-timers in a lewd position.
"Even so, there's no way to neglect night security."
A girl answering the words of a short-haired girl takes the juice and pours it into a cup.
"That's right.... thank you. Are there any militant boys attacking at night from the first day?
The short-haired girl drank a sip of the juice she had been given.
I don't know. Most boys used to sleep at 10 o'clock on TV the other day, but I don't really know. "
"Eh? Really? That's it!? Sure, my king was asleep early too...."
"Ugh. After all, I'm not talking about TV."
The short-haired girl scratched her cheeks like she had a little trouble with the words. The other girl looked at the situation strangely, tilting her neck.
"What's wrong?
"Uh, no, Hinata-san, do you remember we're on TV right now?
The short-haired girl is afraid of the photographer who is shooting us sideways. Another girl, a girl called Hitachi, was also caught in the line of sight and looked at the photographer and opened her mouth.
"Well, that was a different station show, so you didn't support it, did you? I think the seriousness of this station is different from the seriousness of the show."
"Does that sound like a bad statement...? Well, that's good. Rather, what do you think of this battle?
"What do you mean?
"I don't care who said that. We have to let our king win! Enemy analysis required!
Short-haired girls talk correctly, but you can quickly see that they're curious about the faces they hear. I found out that a short-haired girl was listening in public every day, but I decided to take the chat because I couldn't move from the front of the device at night because I couldn't stay nervous all the time.
"... Ho Ja no..."
Hitachi looks up and recalls each member who is running for the Boy King. Then I put my finger on my mouth and, um, thought back a little.
"After all, I feel like the four of you are going to leave."
"Four! Who is it? Who is it?
A short-haired girl approached the direction of the sun.
Close. Stay close.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Kohon, who are you calling?
The topic began to capture the day when photographers were also interested.
Even so, it's not as popular as downhorse.
Er, but if it's a horse rally, aren't there five of them?
"Hmm. I remember seeing him on the boat, but the man in the mask... Kaizuka-kun felt somehow thinner than the other four."
"Is it thin... I was so confident..."
"Throne, Daikokuji, Hibiya... I had the impression that just being there made the place my own."
Honestly, I thought it wasn't much of a boy at my place, but I think it's their role to do something about it. Even if the king himself is inferior, all he has to do is follow him around.
"What's that? Where's the angel? What do you think of my angel?
"... well, whatever that Ada's name is, it's Kushino."
The sun brings to my mouth the impression of the amber I saw on the boat... and at that moment I heard an incredible noise from the entrance to the cottage.