“Are you all done with the chitchat?” asked Iru, all six super soldiers stopping in front of the human squad. “We’re all ready to go and, as you humans say, time is money. Only that money doesn’t hold any meaning for us other than the total count of corpses that you'll have to clean afterwards.”

“Can’t we eat them instead of throwing them away?” asked Tsugi, his head slightly tilted as he looked over to Iru.

“Cannibalism is frowned upon in the human civilization, Tsugi,” said Iru, a knowing smirk on his features as he looked straight at the squad in front of them. “We should save the breaching of taboos to another time. Right, M0?”

“…”

“You should stop with the morbid conversations too, then,” said Murayama, finally departing his back from the wall and also walking in the encounter of the super soldier group. “So? How will it be done? Nakatani-san permitted you to lead this defensive attack but how will you go about it?”

“Tsugi, secure the auditorium area and get inside any Japanese soldier that is still running around free so they can all be protected inside of the same building,” started instructing Iru, only obtaining a small grunt of acknowledgement from Tsugi. “Azuma, position yourself in the highest building and clean the path of the soldiers being led inside of the auditorium. Mitaru, you can get the northernmost area and Atsumu, go for the opposite direction. Mitsu, let us know if there’s any change in the Russians’ location while we’re in our prearranged positions. I’ll be staying in between Mitaru and Atsumu. M0… do whatever you see fit.”

“…” All that M0 did was throw a quick sideways glare at Iru before returning his expression to the usual blank demeanour.

“Regarding what you will do, it’s entirely up to you,” continued Iru, trying to keep himself from chuckling at the wrathful glance he had just fallen victim to. “Shuukyuu instructed you to keep an eye on us but I believe that the numbers don’t quite add up or even match with our fighting style. Then again, it would be impossible for you to keep up with M0’s movements even if there were enough of you. Sort it out between yourselves who gets to follow who around.”

“…What do you guys think?” asked Murayama, still suspiciously keeping the super soldiers under his gaze.

“If it’s like that, then I guess it has been decided from the start,” said Miue, turning around on his heels and starting to walk in the door’s direction while cracking his knuckles. “Atsumu, get moving already! We have plenty to talk about.”

“Yes, Miue-senpai~” acknowledged Atsumu, a cheerful grin on his features as he waltzed around after Miue.

“Mitaru, let’s get going too,” said Ikusaki, giving a quick jerk to his chin to incite Mitaru to follow after him. “I can tell you about basketball rules on our way there.”

“As if I care about basketball and that thing’s rules…” grumbled Mitaru under his breath as he sluggishly started to move towards the door at the same time as the human soldier.

“Azu— Huff!!” started calling Mizusaki, happily grinning at Azuma while waving his hand at him, but his words and waving was cut short when a large plastic container was thrown over in his direction.

“Carry that,” shortly instructed Azuma as he carried the sniper rifle on his hands while walking in the door’s direction.

“Eh… Am I your slave…?” grumbled Mizusaki under his breath as he grudgingly carried the heavy and big as heck artillery box against his chest.

“Shall we go too?” asked Eki, softly smiling at Tsugi while taking from inside of his pants’ pocket another cereal bar.

“Yup,” acknowledged Tsugi, readily snatching the snack from the soldier’s hand as they both walked over to the door and exited the room like all the others had already done.

“Wai—! You guys…!” babbled Murayama, his mouth gaping wide open as he was left behind by his own squad members, all alone with Iru… only. It seemed M0 had sneaked out of the room without anyone noticing once again. “You are all a bunch of assholes, you know that!?”

“Well, then,” slowly said Iru, a mischievous smirk on his lips as his grey eyes glanced over to Murayama with a slight red glow to them. “Let’s play fair now, yes? We’re about to become good neighbours. And good neighbours don’t kill each other unless they have reasons to, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Listen, whatever it is that you think that is happening, it’s a misunderstanding, okay?” tried to explain Murayama, slowly walking backwards as Iru continued to walk over in his direction, one of his hands placed on top of the sword’s handle. “Nothing is going on between me and M0 and I want to keep it like that. What happened back then was just— Nnn!”

When Murayama saw Iru suddenly lung forward in his direction, he couldn’t help but tightly close his eyes in expectation of having his guts splattered all over the floor. However, all he heard was the loud groan of another man, the wet sound of flesh being slashed stuffing his ears.

“You're wasting my time again, Yamase,” warned Iru, softly sliding the blood-stained blade of the katana back inside of its scabbard, a soldier dressed in a different set of military clothes dead over the edge of the window. “And you were the one who told us that we would suffer the consequences if Japanese soldiers were to be killed during this attack. They’re already here so there’s little to no time to waste if you want to keep the casualties on your side to an absolute zero.”