As the bell rang to signal the start of the fight, it was almost
instantly drowned out by the sound of a hundred water guns firing
simultaneously, as Mitsuzawa High School's entire student body (and most of its
teachers) sprang into action. Sanae and Amaya took out five targets instantly,
swapped sides and took out four more. There was no retaliation from their
victims; once you were soaked, you were out. That was the unwritten rule that
everyone followed. The last one to stay dry takes the glory.
Ryouichi sprung from his hiding place and was immediately hit by three water streams, sending him off-balance. He tumbled to the ground, whereupon the water balloons on his belt burst, soaking him completely from head to foot, and compounding his humiliation. "Senpai won't notice me now..." he moaned despairingly.
Sanae and Amaya made their way through the students with ruthless efficiency, cutting them down one by one. The third-year student who had boasted that she would soak Sanae to her panties instead suffered that fate herself as the two friends ganged up on her before exchanging a high-five. "We got this for sure!" said Amaya.
Ryouichi sprung from his hiding place and was immediately hit by three water streams, sending him off-balance. He tumbled to the ground, whereupon the water balloons on his belt burst, soaking him completely from head to foot, and compounding his humiliation. "Senpai won't notice me now..." he moaned despairingly.
Sanae and Amaya made their way through the students with ruthless efficiency, cutting them down one by one. The third-year student who had boasted that she would soak Sanae to her panties instead suffered that fate herself as the two friends ganged up on her before exchanging a high-five. "We got this for sure!" said Amaya.
***
Meanwhile, Kousen was at home, feeling slightly bored.
She had elected not to go with Sanae today, having had no interest in the water
fight, but now she was at a loss for what to do in the meantime. After eating
cup noodles for lunch - They truly have invented some marvels, she thought to
herself - she was now lying on Sanae's bed, feeling listless.
After a short while, she found herself glancing at Sanae's laptop, positioned on her desk. She spends a lot of time using that contraption, Kousen thought. Surely she must derive some sort of enjoyment from using it. Deciding to investigate the device, Kousen got up from the bed and sat down at the desk. Normally, Sanae's laptop was password-protected, but in her carelessness she had left it logged in.
Now that she was in front of the device, Kousen looked at it, puzzled. "Hmm... now how does Sanae use this...?" Mimicking Sanae's movements, she took hold of the mouse and gave it an experimental shake. The cursor on the screen shook correspondingly. "What a clever device!" Kousen exclaimed.
Once she had gotten the hang of the mouse, Kousen moused over a program on the toolbar. "In-turn-it," she read aloud. "I believe Sanae spoke of this 'In-turn-it'... she said it could tell me anything I wanted to know. So, perhaps if I ask it where Black Star is, we can discover her true identity and stop her!"
Spurred on by this idea, Kousen opened 'Internet' and found herself at the Moogle homepage. Seeing the 'Search' button merely solidified her belief, and she swiftly typed in "Where is Black Star?" Well, in her excitement and inexperience she had actually typed "where is blakc stR", but somehow Moogle knew what she meant and auto-corrected it.
Kousen began trawling her way through the search results, but to her annoyance, she could not find anything. On the fifth site, however, something on the side of the page caught her attention. "'Congratulations'," she read aloud, "'you are the one millionth visitor to this website! Click here to claim your prize'! Wow! The one millionth? And I get a prize for it! I'm sure Sanae will be happy to hear about it when she gets home. After all, humans like surprise gifts, do they not?" Without further deliberation, Kousen clicked the link.
After a short while, she found herself glancing at Sanae's laptop, positioned on her desk. She spends a lot of time using that contraption, Kousen thought. Surely she must derive some sort of enjoyment from using it. Deciding to investigate the device, Kousen got up from the bed and sat down at the desk. Normally, Sanae's laptop was password-protected, but in her carelessness she had left it logged in.
Now that she was in front of the device, Kousen looked at it, puzzled. "Hmm... now how does Sanae use this...?" Mimicking Sanae's movements, she took hold of the mouse and gave it an experimental shake. The cursor on the screen shook correspondingly. "What a clever device!" Kousen exclaimed.
Once she had gotten the hang of the mouse, Kousen moused over a program on the toolbar. "In-turn-it," she read aloud. "I believe Sanae spoke of this 'In-turn-it'... she said it could tell me anything I wanted to know. So, perhaps if I ask it where Black Star is, we can discover her true identity and stop her!"
Spurred on by this idea, Kousen opened 'Internet' and found herself at the Moogle homepage. Seeing the 'Search' button merely solidified her belief, and she swiftly typed in "Where is Black Star?" Well, in her excitement and inexperience she had actually typed "where is blakc stR", but somehow Moogle knew what she meant and auto-corrected it.
Kousen began trawling her way through the search results, but to her annoyance, she could not find anything. On the fifth site, however, something on the side of the page caught her attention. "'Congratulations'," she read aloud, "'you are the one millionth visitor to this website! Click here to claim your prize'! Wow! The one millionth? And I get a prize for it! I'm sure Sanae will be happy to hear about it when she gets home. After all, humans like surprise gifts, do they not?" Without further deliberation, Kousen clicked the link.
***
Amaya was somewhat less
conservative with her ammunition than Sanae, and soon began to run out of water.
The stream from her gun gradually got smaller and weaker, and eventually dried
up altogether. "Cover me," she said, rapidly unscrewing the water
tank, "I need to reload."
While Sanae span in circles, trying to cover all angles, Amaya crouched low to reduce her own profile and give the camera a neat view of her thighs. Additional fanservice wasn't really necessary in a chapter such as this, but Amaya knew the readers weren't going to complain about it. She tossed the empty water tank aside, snatched up another from the bandolier, removed the watertight lid and screwed it on. The whole process took about five seconds before Amaya stood up again to join the combat.
One plucky little first-year, who could only have been about four-foot-six, managed to evade Sanae and Amaya's every effort to hit her, though her own water pistol was woefully inadequate and she could not get close enough to hit them. "It's no good," shouted Amaya. "While we're concentrating our efforts on her, someone else could easily ambush us!"
"I'll take care of her!" Sanae insisted. "You watch my back!"
Amaya rushed off to cover the perimeter, while Sanae continued the dogfight with the intrepid first-year, the pair darting round each other in a frantic effort to get the hit in while avoiding getting hit themselves. Finally the first-year managed to dodge round and get close enough to fire at Sanae, but before she could, she was confronted by the barrel of Sanae's water gun, mere inches from her face. The first-year bravely held her own, aiming her pistol squarely at Sanae and managing a somewhat stoic expression despite her trembling knees. She must have run out of water by now, thought the first-year desperately.
"Now, I know what you're thinking," said Sanae, sneering confidently. "'Has she run out of water or not?' Well, I'm afraid in all that chaos I have no idea how much water I have left. But," she continued, looking down confidently at her gun, "considering this is the Kasaiki H50, the most powerful water gun in the world, capable of soaking you through to your skin in one shot, you just have to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well... do you, kouhai?"
The first-year's increased trembling and look of terror betrayed the fact that she did not feel the slightest bit lucky. Once again Sanae had won the psychological advantage, if only by paraphrasing an obscure Western film. Eventually the first-year ended the standoff in the most honourable fashion she could think of: by turning her water pistol on herself.
"I really need some help over here, Sanae!" Amaya shouted from another part of the playground, a distinct note of panic in her voice.
Before rejoining her friend, Sanae briefly patted the tiny first year on the shoulder. "You fought well, kid. You'd make a pretty good protagonist someday." The first-year looked admirably up at Sanae with shining eyes and dripping hair.
"SANAE!" shouted Amaya desperately. "HEEELP!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" shouted Sanae, rushing to her friend's aid.
While Sanae span in circles, trying to cover all angles, Amaya crouched low to reduce her own profile and give the camera a neat view of her thighs. Additional fanservice wasn't really necessary in a chapter such as this, but Amaya knew the readers weren't going to complain about it. She tossed the empty water tank aside, snatched up another from the bandolier, removed the watertight lid and screwed it on. The whole process took about five seconds before Amaya stood up again to join the combat.
One plucky little first-year, who could only have been about four-foot-six, managed to evade Sanae and Amaya's every effort to hit her, though her own water pistol was woefully inadequate and she could not get close enough to hit them. "It's no good," shouted Amaya. "While we're concentrating our efforts on her, someone else could easily ambush us!"
"I'll take care of her!" Sanae insisted. "You watch my back!"
Amaya rushed off to cover the perimeter, while Sanae continued the dogfight with the intrepid first-year, the pair darting round each other in a frantic effort to get the hit in while avoiding getting hit themselves. Finally the first-year managed to dodge round and get close enough to fire at Sanae, but before she could, she was confronted by the barrel of Sanae's water gun, mere inches from her face. The first-year bravely held her own, aiming her pistol squarely at Sanae and managing a somewhat stoic expression despite her trembling knees. She must have run out of water by now, thought the first-year desperately.
"Now, I know what you're thinking," said Sanae, sneering confidently. "'Has she run out of water or not?' Well, I'm afraid in all that chaos I have no idea how much water I have left. But," she continued, looking down confidently at her gun, "considering this is the Kasaiki H50, the most powerful water gun in the world, capable of soaking you through to your skin in one shot, you just have to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well... do you, kouhai?"
The first-year's increased trembling and look of terror betrayed the fact that she did not feel the slightest bit lucky. Once again Sanae had won the psychological advantage, if only by paraphrasing an obscure Western film. Eventually the first-year ended the standoff in the most honourable fashion she could think of: by turning her water pistol on herself.
"I really need some help over here, Sanae!" Amaya shouted from another part of the playground, a distinct note of panic in her voice.
Before rejoining her friend, Sanae briefly patted the tiny first year on the shoulder. "You fought well, kid. You'd make a pretty good protagonist someday." The first-year looked admirably up at Sanae with shining eyes and dripping hair.
"SANAE!" shouted Amaya desperately. "HEEELP!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" shouted Sanae, rushing to her friend's aid.
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