Sanjing has already interacted with the darkness of the world several times and is accustomed to the situation of "battle for life" rarely experienced by the Japanese. It would be thanks to that that I was able to react and respond quickly to terrorists who locked me in the classroom and stripped me of my true nature. It's not the same size as a shrimp that was perfectly surprised. I was a little suspicious. I guess that's why I switched on the lighting in the classroom to make it easier to use my shadow abilities.
Meanwhile, the terrorist who fanaticizes Baba hasn't been informed that Sanjing is psychic. I have been informed that the psychic is lost, but I don't know who it is or what it is.
That's why the terrorist who saw Sanjing's shadow rise and hit him was vegan and rattled, and he screamed and fired.
I can't help it. If an unreliable girl who looks pale, tiny, and weak to see suddenly summons a shadow monster, that would freak me out. It's like trying to catch a puffy, trembling hamster and all of a sudden a zombie shows up and hits me. Nothing but horror.
Of course, there's no way you can hit a bullet that shoots in a panic state. Even if I hit it, it's empty anyway, but the semi-frequent shooting came off anyway.
San-jing wrapped the havoc terrorists softly in the shadows, and lifting a 500ml pet bottle began to monitor her whole body with finally poor power. It's a terrible picture of terrorists screaming in shadows from the outside.
The damage is zero just because he is fluttered and massaged all over his body, but the terrorists were screaming and incontinent enough to shoot the blanket into a dark cloud and dry his throat.
This is scary.
I know San-jing's shadow has only almost zero fucking Zakona Mekji power, so I can watch it swallowing, but the terrorists who don't know anything will be scared to death already. The shadow monster beyond human intelligence was attacked and eaten, and it darkened in front of me, and I couldn't see anything, and before I chewed it up, I was stuck with my tongue.
No, it's, uh... If I get fucked, I'm gonna go nuts and blow my mind in all directions.
But the problem is that there is no decision making.
Sanjing is a sick and weak girl. I'm poor, I don't have any fighting experience, and I don't have a stun gun for protection or a knife or anything like that. It was great and quick to the point of shadow-wrapping and monitoring terrorists, but then it's deceiving in such a way that I don't know what to do.
San-jing, who had been lost for a while, lifted the classroom chair fluttering and shook it down tightly to the head (where it seemed) of the terrorist who was raging in shadows.
Of course people can't be defeated with such a poor attack. He's wearing a helmet.
but then I couldn't get on with it, so I hit him with my mind and forced him to knock it out at the same time as the chair hit me. Event tutorial combat. Let's get started.
"……… defeated?
Shadows back from terrorists who fell and stopped moving, Sanjing muttered suspiciously.
Then I took a distance and stared at him, then hit him in the head again in the chair. That's unforgiving.
Having confirmed that the terrorists would not move, Sanjing first checked the safety of the shrimp. Kneel, take your pulse, and make sure you breathe.
After confirming that it didn't matter and exhaling relieved, he anxiously started checking the terrorist's body.
The possession consists of Combat Knives, 20 blank bags, 20 live ammunition (blank bags in ammunition storage that says), portable food, emergency sets, radios, and operational plans.
Sanjing-chan began to read the operational plan with notes written like that, while alerting the fainted terrorists sideways.
The plan of operations includes controlling the security guards acting as terrorists and breaking into the school instead. It was then written that the children of the leading men attending the reenohara school would be taken hostage, ransom would be collected and fly abroad.
Sanjing, who read it to the end, reread it from the beginning and reread it again.
Then take the smartphone out of your uniform pocket and press 110 with your trembling fingers.
But! No! I can't get through the phone!
Radio jammers (¥4980 per aircraft) are planted throughout the campus. I can't imagine being planted inside the air conditioning installed in each classroom at the initiative of Mr. Tsuki. The school yard was filled with sprinkler burial, and other earthquake-resistant and electrical works were used to install it. It's a waste, so I plan to collect it after the event.
Sanjing walked around the classroom with grate and tied up the terrorists by finding the user-friendly gum tape that was in the teaching table. Then he opens the door of the classroom and asks what's going on outside, sneaking his footsteps out into the hallway.
I thought you were going to ask Shige for help. It was the staff room that was on your way.
Response is common sense. Though it's tied up, I don't know if it's a bit good to leave shrimp rolling next to terrorists.
When she stopped, her ears were clear, she was frightened by the occasional gunshots heard far away, took plenty of time around the corner, and Sanjing arrived safely without being found by the terrorists, long enough on her way to be able to go in two minutes.
The teachers who were gathered in the staff room looked at Sanjing, who came in. Some of the young teachers don't hide the expression "He's here." Hinoshi Sanjing, who has been enrolled in Tachigi-san, is famous among teachers. For better or worse. Even staff meetings sometimes come to the fore.
Towards each other with his eyes, a losing pair of young serving teachers called out to Sanjing every year.
"Can I help you?
"What's going on with this school's security?
San-jing, who entered the staff room and regained his prestige, pushes the terrorists' plans.
The teacher who I read a lot laughed a little funny.
"Here we are."
"What's wrong?"
"Someone who's a terrorist is very elaborate."
Which one?
"Hmm... hmm, I mean, do you think it's real?"
Teachers surround the plan and start an awesome exchange of views. No one is serious.
A set of servants asks Sanjing, who is starting to get upset about the relaxing air without tension.
"What did someone in the role of terrorism say?
"No, that's why it's real. Don't you get it? Because that's the one who took it from the terrorists! He had live ammo, too! The school is really in danger! Seriously!
"You defeated the terrorists (,,,,,,,)? You defeated them? Dr. Hainan?
"No, I did, but I didn't,"
"You know, this isn't training to defeat terrorists. I'm training to run away and report it. You can't do that. What's wrong with Dr. Hainan? Did Dr. Hainan tell you to take this paper to the staff room?
"Shrimp has been attacked and fallen. So,"
"Uh, did you get the red flag?"
"Chip! So! It's real!!!
"Uh, right. It's not safe because it's real. Mr. Hinoshi, right, I guess I'd rather hide in the principal's office than here. Teacher, the principal's office was the safest setting, wasn't it?
"Talk to me! Listen!"
"Come on, don't talk to your teacher like that."
Teachers cool off to be inversely proportional to the exciting Sanjing. He treated me like a pain in the ass scratching my training seriously.
"No, no, no! I'm done!"
Angry Sanjing jumped out of the staff room.
A group of teachers tried to chase him, but strangely, the staff room door wouldn't open and the pursuit failed.
That's weird! San-jing usually opened it and left! Didn't San-jing distort the door because she shut it rampantly!!!
Well, I took a little detour, but Sanjing headed to the clerk's office with Kosokoso and Shigeji. It's kind of been an hour since the incident happened.
Shigeji greeted San-jing, who was lukewarm in the clerk's room, with tea and pancakes sitting on her chair.
"Sabotage, is that the one? Mm-hmm. I'll serve you some cake."
"Wait, not now."
Shigejiji looks back in surprise when he opens the fridge and tries to serve the cheesecake he was buying for Sanjing.
"The terrorists were real. School is dangerous. I'm not lying. Really,"
"Tell me more."
Shigeji immediately believed Sanjing's words, which seeped anxiety.
This is where the real thing is against terrorists.