The Sequel to The White Room Troubles is finally here! Follow Kiyotaka on his journey for freedom, peace of mind and the protection of the people he considers closest to him. It's All or Nothing for him. It is recommended to read The White Room Trou...
"Hah! So even the great, magnificent, all-knowing and all-powerful Ayanokouji-paisen sucks at shooting, huh?"
After parting with Ishizaki and Albert, the couple walked around the path leading to the special building. There were a lot of tents set up by other classes for games and along the way, Kei spotted an adorable colourful looking prize on one of the tents. It was from a ring toss game, but the prizes were unfortunately just for display purposes.
However, a further walk led to the discovery of a target shooting game hosted by Class 1B—Yagami Takuya's class. They were apparently offering desserts as prizes that ranged from as cheap as ten points on the low end to as much as two hundred points on the high end. "Give it a try, Kiyotaka!" Kei exclaimed then.
And so he did, paying the entry fee and grabbing a mock rifle with cork bullets loaded. While the rifle seemed okay enough, the bullets, however, were somewhat distorted in shape. There were some doubts that no matter how Kiyotaka held the rifle, he wouldn't be able to shoot them with any precision. While Kiyotaka had held a gun from one of his and his father's assassins back in New York a few years ago, he had never actually shot one. The double whammy of disadvantages made him realise this was going to be tougher than he thought.
That being said, Kiyotaka had watched enough movies to see how actors held weapons. Whether it was the correct way or not, Kiyotaka didn't know. But he let his imagination go wild for the sake of showing off to the beaming Kei...
...only to miss all the available shots he had.
That was what brought them to the current situation. Housen, who had been listening and watching from behind the stalls, appeared and mocked Kiyotaka's skills, laughing as if he found the failure very amusing. It was crazy how similar he and Ryuuen were.
"Putting my misery and failure aside, I hadn't imagined you'd be doing an exhibit like this," Kiyotaka said.
The main theme of Housen's Class 1-D offering was "play." The word could have meant anything, but the last thing Kiyotala expected was for these rows of tents, Housen's class included, to be from the first years. Having games in which adults would think back on their childhood memories and get all fired up trying to win trivial prizes in things like shooting and ring toss, was not Housen's style. That was what Kiyotaka thought at least.
"When I was a kid, I used to join the grown-ups runnin' these kinds of stalls to make some easy money," Housen replied.
That only made Kiyotaka wonder what kind of childhood the gorilla-esque first year had. Did being a ruffian mean that he also got chances to do things like this whenever?
"Anyway, I wanted to do an actual, full-blown gambling den type thing," he went on, "but the school turned me down hard on that one. But hey, even if we're doin' target shooting or whatevs, it's practically the same as gambling. This kind of game is designed so that the house wins. This Cultural Festival thing is a one-time deal, so ain't no way people are gonna be too wary about gettin' ripped off."
