Chapter 5: The Right Way to Deal with a Friend/Instructor! ...
"I'm sorry, instructor! Although it was to save lives, we really shouldn't have acted rashly when the situation was uncertain!"
As soon as he stepped into the office, Kitagawa Ryusei took the initiative.
The five people around him were still confused about what had happened, and they all looked at him with surprise.
Shouldn't the normal procedure be to first listen to Instructor Onizuka give them a stern lecture, then try to argue and get away with it, and finally obediently accept the punishment?
The five of them were completely baffled.
Before he could even utter a word, Onizuka Hachizo was completely shut down: "..."
Kitagawa Ryusei's voice weakened as she said, "I was reckless in this matter, but fortunately nothing unexpected happened. I am willing to accept the punishment for it."
"..." Onizuka Hachizo opened his mouth, but couldn't remember what to say, so he could only close it again. After repeating this several times, he looked suspiciously at the innocent-looking red-brown-haired youth in front of him, feeling that something was wrong.
Turning to look at the other five people, they were all dumbfounded, looking as if they had learned something new.
If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, Onizuka Hachizo suspected that those five brats would have even applauded and cheered.
"What are you doing, making those faces! You bunch of troublemakers!"
Instructor Onizuka decisively skipped Kitagawa Ryusei and unleashed his power on the others: "Furuya, Matsuda, you two just left the office this afternoon. What did you promise me then?!"
Startled by the roar, Rei Furuya involuntarily leaned back, but instinctively stood at attention, draping an arm over Jinpei Matsuda's shoulder, and replied in a clear and articulate voice: "Reporting, Instructor! I'm getting along very well with Matsuda-kun now!"
Matsuda Jinpei's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his expression suggested he wanted to break someone's arm, but he still answered just as loudly: "Yes, Instructor Onizuka!"
The two of them had bandages symmetrically applied to their faces. Although they looked like a forced couple standing together, their aura was much more harmonious than when they left in the morning.
For a moment, Onizuka Hachizo was completely speechless: "..."
Before he could even think of a way to discipline these brats, he saw one after another, his carefully chosen class monitors, stepping forward:
"I'm sorry, instructor! As the class monitor, I failed to remind my classmates to pay attention to safety, resulting in three students being injured on the first day of school. I admit my mistake."
Onizuka Hachizo: "..."
These guys used to be able to roast him ten times for every one of his words, but now, even this "one" of theirs has been shut down.
However, this time it was clearly not their fault. Saving people is a good thing, and he just wanted to teach people a lesson so they wouldn't recklessly rush into trouble again.
Thinking of this, he decided to turn a blind eye to calm his mind, closed his eyes, and waved them away: "Go away, go away, a bunch of troublesome guys!"
"Thank you, instructor!"
The five men quickly grabbed Kitagawa Ryusei and slipped away without looking back.
As soon as the door closed, the six of them breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and then burst out laughing at the same time.
"Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore! I really wanted to take a picture of the instructor's expression just now. It would be so funny to watch it again after graduation, hahahaha."
"Wow, Ryusei, you're really good at this!"
Kitagawa Ryusei tried to suppress his laughter to avoid aggravating his wounds. In the chaos, he grabbed someone's hand for support and stood up, attempting to remain composed: "Keep it down, keep it down, it's just based on experience."
And you know what? This "I don't quite understand, but it must be my fault that you're so angry" attitude is really effective when dealing with middle-aged bosses.
It works even better when used with a "stubborn but soft-hearted" personality!
Furuya Rei, being dragged along, glanced helplessly at the "injured" but still lively young man, unsure whether to be terrified or amazed by his vitality.
He reached out and helped the person steady.
"Alright, alright, go back and rest early, you have class tomorrow," it was Morofushi Kagemitsu who finally stopped the group and pushed them towards the dormitory: "Now we have three wounded."
Kenji Hagiwara put his hand on the shoulder of one of the "injured" and joked with a smile, "I know, by the way, little Morofushi really looks like Kei's mom now!"
At this time, there are hardly any students passing by the office building; only faculty and staff are coming and going.
After a long day, everyone really needs to go back to the dorm to calm down and get some rest.
The others escorted Kitagawa Ryusei to the door.
Matsuda Jinpei: "Remember not to get the wound wet!"
Kenji Hagiwara: "Get some rest, Ruki."
Morofushi Kagemitsu: "If you need anything, you can come to me. I'm in room 144."
Date: "If you can't attend tomorrow's morning training, just ask for leave!"
After giving their instructions, everyone headed towards their rooms at the end of the corridor.
Kitagawa Ryusei didn't rush in. Instead, he stopped at the door and looked at the blond youth who was a step behind them.
Rei Furuya handed over the milk, and instinctively explained as he met her gaze, "I noticed you didn't eat much tonight, so I just bought some from the vending machine downstairs."
"Thank you," Kitagawa Ryusei said, taking the milk can. It wasn't as cold as he'd expected, probably because it still felt warm from Furuya Rei's body. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does Furuya-kun believe in gods?"
Not knowing why he asked that, Furuya Rei answered honestly, "I don't believe in gods. I prefer to rely on my own efforts rather than on them."
Perhaps worried that his words might offend Kitagawa Ryusei's faith, Furuya Rei paused, then said something unusually witty: "But if the gods can improve Japan's safety index, then I'll definitely regret what I said today!"
Kitagawa Ryusei, who was listening intently, suddenly had a half-moon look in his eyes: "...He really is upright, future Inspector Furuya."
Rei Furuya responded with a smile: "Compared to Officer Kitagawa, who bravely saved people today, you're still a bit lacking."
The warm yellow lights in the corridor added a soft glow to the young man's blond hair, and his eyes, which weren't particularly saturated, sparkled with a youthful energy that was hard to look away from.
Under such gazes, Kitagawa Ryusei slowly opened his eyes wide and stood there stunned: "Eh?"
Perhaps it was the young man's stunned expression that was so amusing, coupled with his baby face and reddish-brown curly hair, that reminded Furuya Rei of a certain reddish-brown poodle.
He quickly turned his head away, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
Kitagawa Ryusei was still feeling conflicted when he was called "Officer," and by the time he realized what was happening, Furuya Rei had already waved to him and was walking towards his dormitory.
"Get some rest and have sweet dreams."
The motion-activated lights, which had been dimmed, were turned on one by one as he walked. The blond youth's tall and upright figure, honed through rigorous training, gradually shrank in Kitagawa Ryusei's eyes.
He lowered his head, no longer looking at Furuya Rei who was walking into the distance and the four people who had disappeared, and gripped the milk in his hand, lost in thought.
Q: If he knows that four of his classmates will meet with misfortune someday in the future, what should he do?
Kitagawa Ryusei pushed open the door and went inside, placing the cane that had been forced upon him near the bed.
The room was dark, and the moon outside the window was the only source of light, making Kitagawa Ryusei's face appear blurry in the dim moonlight.
He hooked the pull tab of the can with his left fingertip and applied slight force.
The sound of metal scraping against metal filled the room, and with a hissing sound, the sweet milk released an enticing, warm, and rich aroma.
He declared: He would never again allow a friend to die before his eyes.
*
The second day was the shooting lesson that everyone had been looking forward to.
"You are holding Sakura revolvers, with a total of five bullets."
Inside the practical training hall, Instructor Onizuka, with his hands behind his back, scanned each student with his gaze: "I hope you have all kept the content of the lesson in mind."
Most of the students were seeing real guns for the first time, and they curiously held them in their hands, handling them and admiring them.
Kitagawa Ryusei, looking rather uninterested, weighed the revolver in his hand with one hand and turned to report, "Instructor! There's something wrong with this gun."
Onizuka Hachizo walked over with a skeptical look, took the pistol and examined it for a moment: "...It really is. You've handled guns before?"
He had not only come into contact with it... In the port Mafia, Kitagawa Ryusei's physical skills and strength were not particularly outstanding, so he was too lazy to put effort into those aspects and simply focused his attention on firearms.
Guns, explosives... He firmly believed that under absolute firepower suppression, no difference in physical skills was a threat.
"I studied a little bit in Italy before," Kitagawa Ryusei replied with a smile.
Onizuka Hachizo asked casually, then turned and said, "I'll report the problem, but there's no time to apply for another one now. You can practice again in the second round."
"No problem, Instructor!"
Kitagawa Ryusei wasn't particularly enthusiastic about shooting training to begin with, and even found it less interesting to watch others practice.
In front of the shooting target, Rei Furuya wore noise-canceling headphones, his blond hair pressed limply against his head.
His grip on the gun was impeccable, showing none of the nervousness or excitement of a first-timer; his gaze was firm, fixed on the target.
"Bang bang bang!"
As expected, all five bullets hit their target.
Noticing someone watching him, Furuya Rei turned around, his gaze still sharp as when he was shooting.
Kitagawa Ryusei was caught red-handed peeping, but he didn't feel guilty at all. He even clapped his hands as if he had received an order.
...Like a seal trained in an aquarium. Rei Furuya suppressed this strange analogy in his mind.
"Want to give it a try?" he asked as he stepped forward.
"Okay," Kitagawa Ryusei said after greeting Instructor Onizuka, then took the gun and skillfully changed the bullets.
The content of the theory class had barely left an impression on him, and Kitagawa Ryusei raised the gun with one hand relying on muscle memory.
His casual attitude, on the contrary, made him appear calm and composed, which unconsciously convinced people.
"You brat—" Onizuka Hachizo caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, but before he could even get angry, the bullet had already left the barrel.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
Five bullets hit the bullseye in a row.
The people around looked at him as if he were some kind of monster.
Furuya was able to achieve this because of his talent and strong learning ability, so what about Kitagawa Ryusei? Are they just too serious?
"...I taught you how to hold a gun?" Instructor Onizuka fell silent again, his voice dropping more than an octave lower than before.
The sharp and clean action of putting away the gun was interrupted by this sound. Kitagawa Ryusei reacted and paused, blinking his eyes obediently and saying, "It's because the instructor taught so well that I grasped the essence in one go!"
"Is that so?" Now it was Onizuka Hachizo's turn to be uncertain.
He glanced around at the others, each with their own unique posture and abysmal scores, and a vein throbbed on his forehead: "They're still talking nonsense after all!"
Faced with these two students, he didn't know what to say to one, and besides being a troublemaker, there was nothing to say to the other.
Onizuka Hachizo felt that if he continued, his mood would be in grave danger, so he decisively turned to scold others: "What are you looking at! Is the target on my head?!"
Behind him, Rei Furuya and Ruki Kitagawa exchanged a quick glance, both seeing barely suppressed amusement in each other's eyes.
"That's amazing, Furuya-kun."
"You too, Kitagawa-kun."
On the other side of the training ground, several familiar heads were gathered together, seemingly discussing something. When the two approached, they discovered that it was Matsuda Jinpei and Morofushi Kagemitsu.
Rei Furuya asked curiously, "Hiro, what are you guys talking about?"
"These are some of the recent cases of young girls being murdered," Morofushi Kagemitsu explained to the two of them as he looked up at their voices.
"The class monitor and I discovered that the places where these girls went missing were all not far from the school. I don't know if it's a coincidence..."
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