Against a Perfect Sniper by Shiden Kanzaki

about—”
    “Yes, there is,” Kisara said flatly, with her eyes closed and just her chopsticks moving silently and continuously. “We brought ingredients like respectable people do, but that snake woman over there is eating for free. It’s a bother. I wish she would leave immediately.”
    “Oh, were you here, Kisara? Your boobs were so large that I couldn’t see your face.”
    There was a strange sound that Rentaro had never heard before as Kisara crushed the chopsticks in her hand.
    Hey, those are my chopsticks!
    “Sorry, Satomi, can I have another pair of chopsticks?” Kisara tilted her head with a sweet rich girl smile, but her hand was shaking.
    Rentaro stuck out his hand fearfully, and Kisara deposited the chopstick shards into his palm. When he looked more closely, he could see that the chopsticks had been shattered into well over twenty pieces. He couldn’t even imagine how much strength was needed to crush them so thoroughly.
    Rentaro, who had managed to defeat the highly ranked Kagetane Hiruko pair as well as repelling a Stage Five Gastrea, wanted to run away from this place this instant.
    Kisara stared at Rentaro. “By the way, Satomi, what are you going to do about the job?”
    “About that. If you’re okay with it, President, I’d like to accept.”
    “All right, I’ll fill out the paperwork and send it along.”
    Rentaro turned to face Enju again. “Enju, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow, but we have an escort mission. I’m counting on you.”
    Enju saluted sharply and said cheerfully, “All right, a job!”
    Miori narrowed her eyes and looked at Enju mischievously. “Enju, I’ve heard a lot about you from dear Satomi. You’re such a cute little thing. Dear Satomi’s always complaining to me about how hard it is to hold in his feelings when he’s turned on by you.”
    Enju’s pigtails bounced sharply in surprise. “Is that right, Rentaro?! It is not necessary to hold in your feelings!”
    “It’s not true! Miori, stop making things up!”
    Miori spread open a large fan and covered her mouth, snickering. At first glance, it looked like a refined gesture, but her fan was an iron fan, reinforced with iron in a number of places and a fine weapon in its own right. “You know those combat shoes you wear, Enju? We designed them based on measurements from dear Satomi. How are they? Are they comfortable?”
    “Oh, yes! So you made those? Yes, they are good shoes.”
    “I see, I see. Come back and tell us when your feet grow and they get too tight. I’ll make some new ones for you. Also, Enju, those Varanium bullets dear Satomi scatters all over the place, and the equipment he uses—they’re all provided by our company, you know.”
    Enju looked around at the shabby eight-tatami-mat room and tilted her head with a look of bewilderment. “But Satomi doesn’t have the money to pay for that.”
    “It’s free.”
    “Free?”
    “I’ll explain about that,” Rentaro interrupted.
    It might have seemed like civsec officers were the only ones who gained from sponsorship contracts with weapons companies that supplied them with equipment, but of course, that was not the case. For weapons companies, being known to supply equipment to strong civsec officer pairs whose names were brands in and of themselves could be used for marketing campaigns.
    Once pairs rose to a certain rank, their private information stopped being published on the list managed by the country, but if they weren’t afraid of being kidnapped or assassinated by other countries and continued to show their faces in public, strong pairs could make a lot of money from advertisements and commercials. However, the weapons companies also did not just sponsor anyone off the street, of course, and there was a strict review process involved.
    A year earlier, when the Tendo Civil Security Agency had just been founded and had no results to speak of yet, they applied knowing they had nothing to lose, but—
    Miori was all smiles as