Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

At the very top of the screen was a name that no one had ever heard of.

Emiya Shirou, 16 years old, male assault class, S-rank

Chapter 385 What kind of class can you have without a gun?

"Shirou Emiya, who is that?"

Is this person among this year's freshmen?

"I don't think this person was included in the freshman assessment for the Assault Department, right?"

Doubtful voices kept rising from the crowd.

The list of new students for the Assault Department was announced a long time ago.

After all, the Assault Department has always been the most popular department in the entire Armed Detective Agency, and most of the people who come out of the Assault Department will become the main force in the Armed Detective Agency.

In this world, criminals are not to be underestimated. Even if you can find them through excellent reasoning, you may not be able to arrest them.

However, every discipline has its own disadvantages. Both schools and society encourage cooperation among armed police officers to make up for their own shortcomings.

Naturally, many senior students at Tokyo Butei High School also seek out outstanding talents, train them, and recruit them into their own teams to better complete those countless commissions.

"S-level?"

Emiya Shirou scratched his head, trying to make himself less noticeable. He didn't push his way into the crowd, but instead walked around them towards the classroom assigned to him in the Assault Department.

He did see his name, bright red at the very top, and his dazzling golden S-level rating.

But Shirou Emiya didn't care much. Wasn't he also given an A-rank knight rating by the Magic Knight Alliance back at Hagun Academy?

He wasn't entirely clear on how these worlds assessed strength levels.

Judging solely from the strength he demonstrated in their subsequent tests, this S-rank was even inferior to the B-rank Blade Masters at Pojun Academy.

That's right. When he was notified that he was to be released for surveillance, Lan Bao personally confronted Shirou Ebisu to assess his rank.

After several rounds of entanglement and intense battles, the rating process ended.

However, this was under the circumstances where Shirou Emiya had not released the gravity suppressing him, nor had he used any breathing techniques during the battle.

When their fists collided, creating a violent gust of wind, it stunned all the teachers at Tokyo Butei High School.

They had heard of Teacher Lan Bao's strength; he was someone who could overturn a large truck with his bare hands.

Few people in the entire Butei High School dared to say they could withstand a punch from Lan Bao, but Shirou Emiya calmly met the punch head-on, even with ease.

As for the outcome of the battle, no winner was decided. Just as Lanbao wanted to continue fighting with Emiya Shirou, he was immediately dragged away by the other teachers.

They feared that if Shirou Emiya and Lanbao continued fighting, the training ground, which had only been built not long ago, would be destroyed.

Teacher Lanbao was clearly getting serious. Despite not having any weapons on him, a grenade suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is a special bomb she made herself; the abandoned street was Lan Bao's masterpiece when she was drunk.

However, no one questioned where Shirou Emiya got his armor from, or when the reverse blade in his hand appeared and disappeared.

After all, in this world, drawing a gun or sword from one's crotch seems to be common sense.

Each person is like an arsenal, possessing countless tactical weapons.

Such a sudden draw of a weapon seems to be common sense.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

As the gunshot wounds continued to erupt, countless bullets rained down like a curtain within the assault department classroom, landing on the distant target in the blink of an eye.

In this spacious classroom, forty or fifty students kept pulling the triggers of their guns, shooting at the targets in front of them.

Everyone was incredibly focused, and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire assault department classroom.

This was the first time Shirou Emiya had ever smelled such a strong gunpowder odor.

After all, this was Shirou Emiya's first time at this school, and finding the teaching building and classrooms took him a lot of time. Even though he got up early, there were already many people in the classrooms.

At that moment, Lan Bao was standing next to some of the students, cursing and correcting their shooting techniques.

Emiya Shirou, who had just entered, happened to make eye contact with Lan Bao.

then----

Lan Bao gestured to Shirou Emiya with his eyes to find an empty spot to practice.

Emiya Shirou nodded as if he understood, found an empty seat, and watched his classmate next to him pull out a gun and start shooting. He didn't know what he should do at this moment.

Should I project a bow and shoot it?

But it doesn't seem like a good place to practice archery, since everyone else is practicing with guns.

In his memory, the places where the main characters practiced shooting in the movies were always equipped with weapons.

But there was nothing in front of him.

Emiya Shirou could only stand there blankly, struggling with his own thoughts. It seemed strange to project a bow and shoot, but doing nothing was just as strange.

"Hey kid, aren't you going to take out your gun for training?"

It was an exceptionally handsome boy with brown hair. He slowly lowered the gun in his hand and asked Shirou Emiya a question.

"I don't have a gun!"

Emiya Shirou spoke quietly to the student next to him.

Although he was able to defeat Lan Bao, she was his teacher.

Just like Mr. Kuzuki, who was teaching him world history, Shirou Emiya could feel an indescribable sense of oppression from them.

At least when Shirou Emiya was studying world history, he didn't dare to utter a sound and always studied very seriously and respectfully.

"what?"

The brown-haired youth seemed surprised by this answer and stood there for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

"Hey you over there, what are you talking about? Get back to practicing!"

Lan Bao's fierce eyes glared in Emiya Shirou's direction.

Although she was teaching her own students, she was still paying close attention to Shirou Emiya's movements.

For the Assault Division, Shirou Emiya is a very special case.

Upon being reprimanded like that, Shirou Emiya and the young man shuddered and quickly turned their heads to look at the target in front of them.

The handsome young man with brown hair was able to use firearms to shoot, while Shirou Emiya could only stare blankly.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The rapid footsteps approached Emiya Shirou's location.

"Ha, you come to the assault department for class without even bringing a gun!?"

Lan Bao frowned and roared at Shirou Emiya.

—You didn't say that either.

Emiya Shirou didn't confront him directly, as if bringing a gun to the Assault Department class was common sense.

People generally don't bother to remind others about things that are common sense, like putting on shoes before going out. No one would say a word to remind someone about that.

Emiya Shirou was just making sarcastic remarks in his mind.

Chapter 386 The Watcher

"Teacher Lan Bao, he must be a student who just transferred here. He probably isn't familiar with the environment of Tokyo Butei High School yet. I'll take him to the equipment department!"

The handsome young man with brown hair quickly smoothed things over.

"Fine, it really is!"

Teacher Lanbao nodded unhappily, not denying his statement. She was in a bad mood and very irritable because she hadn't had enough of the fight that day.

The thought of not finishing his drink that day made him even more agitated, and seeing Shirou Emiya in front of him, yet he couldn't bring himself to fight him.

Anyway, Lan Bao was furious.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The handsome brown-haired youth spoke softly to Shirou Emiya.

Emiya Shirou quickly realized what was happening and followed him out of the classroom.

"Free practice, I'm going to go drink!"

After Lan Bao had been waiting for them to leave for a while, he taught each student a lesson before leaving the classroom.

"Phew, Teacher Lanbao is finally gone, my hands are completely numb!"

Some students put down their guns with pained expressions.

For many freshmen, this level of intensity is no joke.

For the entire half hour, they fired continuously without stopping.

The constant recoil from the firearms nearly caused those newly grown shoulders to snap.

There were also targets that required intense concentration to shoot, and the terrifying pressure from Teacher Lan Bao, which could be described as a double pressure on both the body and mind.

"If you can't handle this, then you have a long way to go in the armed investigation field."

Some of the high school juniors and seniors showed disdain for the freshmen's speeches.

This can be considered an essential training for the assault team.

Every day, students in the assault department, whether they are in their first, second, or third year of high school, have to go to the training room and practice shooting for several hours at a time.

This is how you get a feel for the gun.

They are a discipline dedicated to combat, where feel is more important than knowledge.

Perhaps one instinctive firing of a gun could save your life.