There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

Takehiro Takehiro (27 years old, married) is a two-year teacher at Reenohara Middle School. Middle meat, medium back, dark hair and hobbies watch football games. As a middle school teacher for five years, he gained experience and was finally able to perform a single job recently. I'm secretly proud that I've never made a grade mistake since I got into teaching.

Although the students call it "shrimp" and admire it, they burned their hands in the Nikko Sanjo, which moved into the class in the middle of the winter break.

Firstly, it cuts nerves that President Tsuki has been transferring in the liver.

Chairman Takigi is the largest investor in the private school, Reenohara School, where huge financial assistance has led to tremendous reforms such as increasing the number of teachers and installing air conditioning in all classrooms, renewing musical instruments in the music room, freeing transfer buses for clubs, covering half the cost of school trips, upgrading lunches, and changing uniforms under the supervision of renowned designers.

Teachers, students and parents are very helpful, and the popularity, combined with the rare beauty of the kind rarely seen by entertainers and actors, is high without ceiling knowledge. The anecdote is famous that all the students who slept in the headmaster's story were awake once they appeared at a school gathering and gave a short speech.

Because of such a venerable president, I have been instructed to be particularly careful with the Hinosho San-jing. Even the day I wake up, my neck flies.

Poor percentages are also a difficulty.

I have been struggling for a long time and have never been to school, so I may have no choice, but the shadow of Hinoshi was poor at building relationships. I wasn't even willing to build it.

Obviously even though my classmates seem uninterested, I just want to talk about what I want to talk about. I keep talking nonstop all lunch break, or I just got lightly pointed out my lack of health, and I argued angrily and furiously, saying the opposite, guile and ignore.

Bassari with a mockery if you ask me to play. I say no, and if you ask me to teach you to study, I hate the way you teach.

This can't even make friends.

However, when I fell in gym class and saw my classmates rubbing their knees, I was confused and tried to call an ambulance. I was certain that they were not just malicious children.

The name of the sea was very attentive to the attitude of the shadow of Hino, but it was ineffective.

Sometimes a parent is the director of a large hospital, and strict guidance can be a problem.

On the other hand, if you leave it alone, that could cause problems. I have a headache.

It is the disaster prevention training conducted by the decree of President Takigi that puts even more pressure on the old name with the head. It is a training of assumptions lacking in realism that terrorists took the children of celebrities attending school as hostages.

In fact, the Reenohara School has the children of the powerful there. One in the school year has the son of a politician or the daughter of a famous entertainer. The Nikko Sanjo, who is the only daughter of the director of the Grand Hospital and is blinded to the president of the board, will also be counted as a VIP.

It is unlikely in the end that something like the painful delusions of middle school students, such as terrorists attacking schools, will happen, but it is more likely than other schools in general.

It may well happen that someone with a grudge against a celebrity attacked the school to clear up his parents' grudge with his child.

In fact, there have been instances where suspicious persons broke into the school to commit murder, injury, and standing.

I cannot say enough that I am too worried about the training that assumes that the school will be attacked. Terrorists are worried about boulders.

What worries me is whether three views of the Nikko Shadow, which usually reads books containing dangerous keywords such as "murder," "extinction," "world revolution," and so on, will not try to join the terrorist side because of the diagonal ideas specific to middle school students.

Disaster prevention training, though, is like a prowl with a set story, with procedures predetermined from terrorist raids to repelling. It is not something that has been scratched around in student pranks. This includes training faculty to deter student pranks.

No matter how much you think, prepare, and counteract, the problem grows from next to next.

Teachers always struggle.

Well, disaster prevention training day. When it was about enough to start the second limit math class, the ping-pong pampering sounded and the on-campus broadcast streamed in the voice of the vice principal.

'Ladies and gentlemen, a suspicious man has broken into the school. Evacuate the gym as directed by the teacher. Oh, come on, what are you doing?'

The broadcast interrupts once with a bruise after a panicked voice. And another unfamiliar calm voice took over.

'Correct the broadcast just now. Please wait in each classroom until instructed. For safety's sake, the guards will patrol. I'm finishing the broadcast.'

About half of the students are puzzled, well-perceived students bother, and some seem interesting.

In disaster prevention training, "terrorists occupy the broadcast room, and then false alarms flow." In response to this false alarm, teachers and students act by class. Half the class believed the false alarm and waited in the classroom, while the other half evacuated to the gym with disbelief in the broadcast. The head teacher of the three-year school year went to check with the broadcast room to make sure it was occupied and try to call the police, but he can't call it over radio jamming after being cut off.

So I solicit aspirations from the faculty and go off campus to call for help.

If we get to the police station, which is asking for cooperation on disaster prevention training in advance, it's over.

This disaster prevention training is only a school-side training, and there will be no break-in or terrorist control by the police. Terrorists withdraw after skipping the situation that followed when they rushed into the police station.

The important thing is for teachers to maximize student safety and refrain from taking unsolicited action against terrorists who are spreading false alarms and threatening them with weapons.

Students joking in disaster prevention training really come out. You flutter out of the line without telling anyone where you're going, you go to the bathroom, you run away in the funny half and hide, and you get teachers in trouble. Even without malice, students may develop sudden ill-health during training.

Training doesn't matter, but if something really happens, that kind of unexpected leads to death. They must be trained to respond unexpectedly through training.

Now, three sets a year held by Hainan have been assigned the role of evacuating to the gym without believing in false alarms.

The old name caught the attention of a clapping class.

"Uh, later on in the broadcast, he said to wait in the classroom, but it looks like a suspicious person has taken over the broadcast room to observe from the situation before and after. Let's move to the gym. Line up the hallways in order of attendance numbers."

"That's such a pinch. Shrimp, let's defeat the terrorists!

As soon as I prompted him, he said it aloud as if it was an interesting thing. It is a statement that smashes everything up, despite the assumption that there is still no certainty that terrorists are coming at this point. Two or three students are following and laughing thinly.

It is the hard part of a teacher that wants to say whether I will defeat you or not, but I can't say it. Fortunately, the vast majority of students are starting to line up in the hallway looking sideways at the children in annoyance.

Ignoring the pretense that the old name didn't sound like the children couldn't get up, they failed to stand out and went out into the hallway looking uninteresting.

"Yes, line up - two columns in order of attendance number. Don't panic and calm down. I don't have any belongings."

"Shrimp, what about gym shoes?

"Gymnasium shoes... you don't even have to have gym shoes"

Confirm the number of students lined up in the hallway, have the class chairman take the lead, and start moving to the gym. The old name followed the end of the line and watched for no pupils to leave.

The student at the back of the line walking in front of the sea name is Nikko Sanjo, who is assigned the last attendance number because of the transfer student. He is a low-height, easy to lose sight of and a cautious student who can hardly read his behavior if he is not wearing a uniform.

but so far he has followed the instructions very well, although he is looking around softly. Instead, the children in the class were made to work harder.

I hope nothing happened, but it was flagged that I prayed that three armed men stood up on the way to the gym. He's hiding his face with a black helmet, wearing a thick jacket with a sneaky pocket, and lowering a stubborn firearm like the army has, though I don't know if it's a machine gun or a rifle on his hand.

"Uh, I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble. Doctor, I'm in trouble. I need you to wait in the classroom. Oh, we're guards. Now, you guys go back to class. Look, there's a suspicious man wandering around right now, so leave it to your uncles."

One of the self-proclaimed guards calls out with a snuggly voice. I was strangely concerned about the blackness of the firearm. It just looks real. I've never seen anything real.

The students calm down and some of them… The rear-end Nikko Sankyu also bewildered to see the name of the sea.

What confused me was the same old name.

This is not part of the plan.

In the disaster prevention training plan, it is assumed that "we should put in an add-on in line with the situation as appropriate", but is it possible that not only students, teachers, but also the role of terrorists are allowed to put in an add-on? It is also possible that he missed hearing about the movement of the terrorist role at the meeting. No, you probably will.

The old name thought a little and invited him to whisper to one of the nearest self-proclaimed guards.

"Sorry, I'm out of my memory about this. How can my class behave? Should I resist here?

"Uh..."

The self-proclaimed guard thought a little and hand-signed two of his buddies to each other.

"Sounds like you should re-explain it once. One teacher and one student, well, I wonder if the child would be nice, because I will ask the child to help me explain how this is going to go. Can you two come away together for a moment?"

"Okay. Mr. Hino, follow me with your teacher. Guys, I'm gonna go away for a minute, but just calm down. Like I'm waiting. What's your private language?"

"" Strictly forbidden!

Smiling at the students who answer cheerfully, Hainan follows her self-proclaimed guard with the shadow of the sun. Hinoshiro looked suspiciously at the guard himself, but for now, he is very dear.

"Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp"

A shadow of the sun pulls his sleeve back and whispers as he walks about behind his self-proclaimed guard, who proceeds in a rugged footsteps. The old name turned away and whispered back.

"Something?

"Isn't this a split operation? You're after the children of a powerful man, aren't you? Isn't this the classic way to isolate each and every one of us? Put me in the truck, take me away, kill my teacher, take me hostage."

"That is……"

The name of the sea has been mentioned.

Everyone who calls themselves security guards and acts as terrorists is moving on the assumption that they have come to reenohara school for the children of leading men. And Nishinosho Sanjing is the only daughter of the dean of the Great Hospital.

Indeed, if this was not training, it might have been too far-fetched to leave the students with the children of the powerful and follow them to an unidentified man with a scarecrow firearm.

But training is training.

This is just explained to make the training go smoothly, and at worst, they give me a yellow or red flag and say, 'It's an injury/death decision. Don't move until the end of the situation,' they'll just say.

"It's okay. Mr. Hinoshi will protect you."

"Huh? What can a teacher do to a terrorist with a gun?

The dialogue I said to reassure me returned an obvious mockery.

Illustrated by boulders. He's a totally cute kid.

"Yes. Then please come in. Well, I won't be talking to you that long."

I was prompted to open the door of an empty classroom, and went inside, sayin 'the name of the sea. The shadow of Hino also looked up to almost stare at the self-proclaimed guard in a frigid manner, but it continued later without resisting. Is it customary to push the light switch at the entrance even though it is not a very dark room?

The last one in, the self-proclaimed guard closed the door and locked it.

"Yes, so that's the plan for the future. It's easy to see this."

A self-proclaimed guard takes a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and invites him.

And when he came closer and peered into the blank paper, his old name was beaten hard with a gunbed in his head.

In a vision that dimmed with shock without knowing what had happened, I felt like I saw a shadow rise (,,,,,,,) from the foot of the Nikko shadow with a tense face.