Yes, It’s the School of Silence – Part 04

Without looking back, we rushed into the audiovisual room. It was a wide space, usually used to screen movies during festivals. Inside were the captive students, and the Oritos. They seemed to number around 2,000.

Damn it. Only Kyouko could probably handle that many on her own.

And those Oritos—unbelievably—were playing pillow fights with the girls. The desks and equipment were gone, replaced by futons spread across the floor.

Pillow fights were practically tradition on school trips. Wanting to enjoy one was understandable, I guess.

They looked like they were having the time of their lives. No one carried submachine guns anymore. The camouflage uniforms turned into casual robes.

Forcing the girls to play along with 2,000 spiky-haired men was downright heinous. We had to rescue everyone fast.

“Hey, big bro.” Nene tapped my shoulder. “What was I supposed to do again?”

Right. With Nene’s enormous rack, she might