Previously
Those bastards at Kaiser set me up with a fraudulent contract, and I signed it, so now I have to grow this business within a year!
But the business these jerks gave me was some kind of farm, and to top it off, it was occupied by Sukeban!
"I'm screwed."
As I said before, I'm not really the fighting type.
Of course, back in my school days, forget about armed groups or Valkyrie, I always got my ass kicked by my older sister.
'Ten of them in sight. Among them, are those two the leaders?'
From what I overheard them saying earlier, their names are Goto Arin and Goto Sarin. They're said to be twins.
Anyway, since the two leaders are out here, it's reasonable to assume there are no other Sukeban inside that farm.
Good. This is a huge plus, at least.
Even the General Student Council can't do anything against a mob.
Well, it's already a given that I'm going to get my ass beaten like a dog in a 10 vs 1.
So, what should I do?
Here, we must focus on the fact that Kaiser is a trash-tier corporation of historical proportions.
Let's think. Would those scumbags who sell guns at twice their original price and pass off scrap metal for profit really use a name on the level of a General Student Council campaign, like 'Daily Health Farm'?
Director Min-chul didn't seem like that kind of person.
If so, what kind of important facility, disguised with such a stupid name, would be coveted by Sukeban?
The answer is one. A munitions factory.
Well, it could be something like a secret Kaiser archive... but that leads to a contradiction.
First, one of them said something as soon as I arrived.
"A Kaiser punk? You've got some nerve!"
Doesn't seem like something a punk who's picking a fight with Kivotos' number one corporation should say, but the important thing is that she recognized I was from Kaiser as soon as I arrived.
That means these guys were certain that whoever came here would be from Kaiser. And I, for one, believe that Kaiser isn't stupid enough to leave classified documents in a place where even Sukeban can see them, especially while screaming, 'These classified documents belong to Kaiser!!', so it's probably not related to secret files.
Besides, those girls are using Kaiser weapons. They look damn well-supplied. Where do you think all that came from?
In other words, our great Emperor Director Min-chul has given me the awesome business of a munitions factory.
So, what's the benefit of this place being a munitions factory, you ask?
Well, wouldn't it be because a dumbass who leaves even his cards behind when running away from home wouldn't bother to pack a proper gun?
As proof, I'm wearing a holster, but I don't have a gun. For a proper fight, having a gun is crucial, and a munitions factory can fill that void easier than giving a baby its bottle.
So now the situation is absolutely in my favor... not quite, but it has changed from a completely shitty fucked up situation to a manageable one.
It took about 2 seconds to think all this through. Longer than I thought, but it doesn't matter since those delinquents who missed out on basic education haven't even grasped the situation yet.
Well then, I guess it's time to fight?
Here, I should recall the teachings of my older sister, who used to beat the hell out of me.
Once, after getting my ass kicked for kicking a doll my sister cherished, she told me something.
"Sis, what if I have to fight..."
"But you suck at fighting?"
That damn sister of mine is provoking me again?
No, don't get triggered by a flashback. It was a little later than that.
"For someone so damn short, you sure have a big mouth."
"Come back here, you son of a bitch."
"Your stride is the size of a puppy beastman's. It's a bit of a long way for you to come, isn't it, sis?"
No, that was when I picked another fight. More importantly, I guess I had some bite back then. Good job, past me.
Anyway, a little later...
"You shouldn't fight."
"Still, you never know what life throws at you."
"A young kid talking about life... Anyway. When you're fighting against a group larger than you, just remember this."
I slowly raised both hands and walked forward.
The Sukeban seemed clearly a bit flustered by my sudden action. Is this half a success?
"First of all, I have no intention of fighting."
To prove it, I kneel down.
Empty casings and small pistols keep kicking against my feet, but let's ignore that.
"First, you show them weakness."
"And I'm not affiliated with Kaiser either."
"Then why did you come here?"
The rational one with long black hair. Goto Arin.
This type is actually easier to persuade. Formalities are just another word for stereotypes.
"And then, you say something reasonable."
"I'm just a runaway teenager who's lost?"
"What?"
"This isn't private property, and there are no fences... How would I know what this place is to come here?"
"...In that case, your belongings—"
"I have no money. Nothing valuable, either."
"Didn't you say you ran away from home?"
"I left all my money at home."
Perhaps it was an unexpected answer, as Arin gave me a look that said, 'Is this guy crazy?'
Right. What kind of crazy bastard runs away from home and leaves all their money behind?
"Boss! That's bullshit!"
"That's right! Even the brats from Gehenna carry money with them!"
"Heck, even the kids from Shanhaijing carry money!"
So stop giving me shit, you bastards.
Anyway, it's possible not to carry any. Such inflexible people.
For Sukeban, they're surprisingly rigid.
"Heh! Then let's catch him and get a ransom!"
"Unlike you all, I don't have an academy?"
"It's fine, we can just go to Valkyrie or the General Student Council!"
"What?"
As Arin was flustered, the younger sister with the black bob, Goto Sarin, continued.
Instinctive and intuitive course of action. Difficult to deal with.
She's the type of talent Kaiser would want. Or is she just a wannabe pushover?
"Then it's one of two things. They either accept it, or they get pissed off."
"Then what do I do?"
"Both are simple."
In a situation like this, I just follow my sister's words.
BANG—!!
"Strike first."
The one who hits first wins.
"..So that's why you knelt!"
The hands that were empty just a moment ago were now holding a Kaiser-made AK.
Where did the moron who said he left his gun at home get a gun like this?
A Kaiser munitions factory, already famous for its insane supply volume. Occupied by Sukeban. How well do you think it would be managed?
Of course, weapons were scattered all over the place. I just had to pick one up and use it.
That's why I knelt earlier, too. Something like building up momentum.
"This son of a bitch... get him!"
"Hey, snap out of it! How can a gun have this much Mystic...?"
"Sis! We're screwed!"
"Sarin, quiet. We still have the advantage in numbers..."
Arin is right. Even if I take one down, there are still nine left.
"What if you can't get them with the first strike?"
"Then, you do what you're good at, right?"
"What?"
More muzzles are aimed at me than when I used to fight my sister.
But I'm not that worried. These girls are weaker than my sister. Since my sister is about average, it makes me wonder how these guys have managed to survive as Sukeban.
"Fire!!"
"You have really good eyes. Even better than mine."
"Well, I do have a good eye for—"
"No, not that."
Nine bullets. Three from the upper left, four from the upper right, and two from the front, fired by the Goto sisters, all relative to my head.
"Your kinetic vision is insane. You're good at seeing moving things."
"Is that all? What about my aesthetic sense?"
"Is that all? God, you're so dense."
Let's focus and think. The decision is easy.
With my right hand, I swing the gun like a bat and deflect three of the bullets from the upper right.
Letting go of the gun, I use my now-free left hand to catch the two bullets from the front and throw them towards the upper left, then roll to the right to dodge the three bullets from the upper left.
One of the bullets was imbued with quite a bit of Mystic, so my hand is throbbing, but it's fine.
I just take the remaining bullet from the upper right.
It's just one bullet anyway. It doesn't have much Mystic, so it doesn't hurt when it hits.
The two bullets I threw to the upper left only hit one person. That's a bit disappointing.
The subsequent barrage is simple. There's plenty of distance, so I stay calm.
Deflect and advance. The remaining distance is about 10 steps.
I knock away the bullets from the upper right to secure some distance and move with my body lowered. 7 steps.
I kick off a drum barrel where the Sukeban on the right are and head for the Goto sisters. Now 3 steps.
I grab the Goto sisters' heads—
Shing-
"Ah, shit."
...I couldn't grab them and had to let go. What was that?
A thin line of blood is carved into my hand, soon spreading like it's flowing.
"Wh-what is that guy!"
"The density of his movements is on another level. Our chances of winning..."
While they're still flustered, I take the opportunity...
"That hair pin. What is it?"
"Now you're speaking informally?! How old are you!"
Right. The one who's always yapping. Sarin.
No wonder her bullets hurt more when she was shooting earlier. Her combat sense, while not as good as my sister's, is excellent.
Normally, people don't attach a box cutter blade to their hairpin in anticipation of having their hair pulled.
Unlike Arin, is she the practical combat type?
"Sarin. That's enough. We don't have much of a chance of winning."
"Sis, are you serious...?"
Well. Arin's situational awareness is better.
I don't know what else they have up their sleeves, but when the skill gap is this large, it doesn't matter.
"Boss, but..."
"It doesn't matter if you're from Kaiser or not. We'll be on our way now."
"So we're wanderers again? Aaaargh!!!"
...I felt it during the fight, too. For ordinary Sukeban, their camaraderie is certainly deep.
They settled here for the weapon supply, but...
'Looking at all the canned food and cup ramen scattered about, they must be actual homeless people.'
I can see why there are only 10 of them. Who would want to join a group like this?
"Then, we'll be going..."
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Huh?"
Well, to put it another way.
If I just provide them with some food and shelter, won't that tenacity they developed while being homeless be of help?
"Stay here. Instead... let's do a job together."
Right. A business needs employees.
The first step to giving a huge 'fuck you' to the Kaiser bastards who screwed me over so badly.
"You guys aren't the 'Daily Health Farm'... or some other stupid name!"
I've decided on you.
"You are the first employees of the [Farm]!"
This was the beginning of my history.
"That name sucks too, though?"
"I agree."
"You just wanna die?"
"We're in your care, Boss!!"
"We look forward to working with you, Boss."