Against a Perfect Sniper by Shiden Kanzaki Read Free Book Online Page B

with the egg in it with her chopsticks and yelling, “Is it time to eat yet?”
    Rentaro gave a wry smile. Urging Enju to sit down, they had just started to chorus, “Time to eat!” when the front door’s intercom rang unexpectedly.
    Rentaro scowled as he turned to look at the clock on the wall. Who could it be at this time of night?
    “S-Satomi dear…” With a voice that was on the verge of death, a beautiful girl wearing Japanese-style clothes barged in. She had a large face mask over her mouth, her face was red, and she sounded like she had a bad cough.
    Rentaro was taken aback. He knew this face. And it was a face that he wanted to avoid seeing if possible. “M-Miori?! What are you doing here?”
    The girl in the kimono took cold medicine and nutritional supplement drinks out of the shopping bag on her arm and put them in Rentaro’s hands. She seemed to be making an appeal to him as she pointed at herself repeatedly.
    “T-take care of me…while I’m sick…” Saying just that seemed to use up all her energy, and she fell with a thud to the floor of the entryway.
    Rentaro’s mouth gaped as he was overcome with surprise. But, that was not the end of the situation.
    Seconds after the girl in the kimono fell, Kisara Tendo came through the entrance, her face haggard. “S-Satomi…… I know it’s sudden, but take this…” Then Kisara handed him a tray of beef with a half-price price tag on it.
    It was cheaper than the sale meat Rentaro had bought. “Makesukiyaki with it… I’m…hungry…” Saying only that, Kisara fainted from hunger and fell with a thud to the floor of the entryway. The girl in the kimono was smushed and made a weird sound.
    One sick person. One unconscious person. A total of two people had suddenly barged into the Satomi home.
    Rentaro turned white as a sheet. “Th-this is terrible…”
    Enju raised her voice, sounding unhappy. “Another woman I do not know is here! Rentaro, explain yourself! Who is this woman who is not Kisara?!”
    “A-anyway, Enju, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything, so please abandon one of them outside!”
    Enju didn’t really understand what was going on and tilted her head in question. “Hmm? Rentaro, what are you saying?”
    “Kisara and this girl don’t get along at all! Leaving them in the same space will cause an awful chemical reaction.”
    Enju leaned over the girl in the kimono and started poking the girl with her chopsticks. “Well, who is she?”
    Rentaro scratched the back of his head and remembered that Enju hadn’t actually been introduced to her yet. “This is Miori. Miori Shiba. The student council president of my school, Magata High School, and the daughter of the CEO of Shiba Heavy Weapons, the weapons corporation that supplies us with equipment.”
    The phrase “bed of thorns” was meant for times like this
, Rentaro thought as he broke out into a cold sweat. Across the table from Rentaro was an unhappy-looking Kisara, kneeling properly and poking at the sukiyaki pot. Diagonally across from him was Enju, grinning, and next to him in equally high spirits was Miori.
    Miori’s face was still red, but after a dose of cold medicine and nutritional drinks, she had soon recovered enough to sit up. Now, she had even taken off her face mask that would get in the way of eating sukiyaki. In the end, it was doubtful whether she even really needed someone to look after her while she was sick. Rentaro looked sideways at Miori, wondering if it had just been an excuse to come to his house.
    She seemed to be the perfect little rich girl, with her long, wavy, shiny black hair and her brightly colored Japanese-style clothes. Asthey were
both
rich girls with a certain noble air about them, she and Kisara were very similar, but there were definite differences in their Japanese versus Western tastes and in their ways of thinking.
    “Sorry y’all ended up treating me, too, Satomi dear,” Miori said with a drawl.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry