Hiroshi Honmoto

“I’m Hiroshi Honmoto, the class president and a member of Section One. I will now begin filming.”

The rules for activating my skill, “Record Keeper,” were simple. All I had to do was introduce myself and announce my intent to start filming.

With my skill activated, I began recording our battle with monsters as I’d done previously.

“Find the center of the target and shoot. Find the center of the target and shoot. Find the center of the target and shoot...”

Yayoi muttered under her breath as she repeatedly pulled the trigger of her sniper rifle. One by one, she shot the harpies clean in the head, despite them still being far away.

“Excellent. Finish them off before they get any closer.”

“Find the center of the target and shoot. Find the center of the target and shoot. Find the center of the target...”

Even Tsukasa’s voice didn’t elicit much of a response from Yayoi. She had a vacant look in her eyes and didn’t seem to perceive anything.

However, her aim was precise, and she continued to slowly but surely kill off the creatures.

“The harpies are approaching! Seven incoming from the south-southwest! Another eight from the south-southeast!”

I shuddered at Yuichi’s report.

The monsters that had wiped out Section Four were heading towards us.

If Yayoi missed, we would all be devoured by these creatures.

“Sergeant Yazawa, you’re in charge of the west side. SSG Homura Kisaragi, you take the east. Sergeant Makabe and SSG Oyama, finish off any creatures that manage to escape.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Shinji used his skill to build a fortress in front of the ravine the harpies inhabited, and Sections One and Two got into position.

There were twelve of us altogether, including the two remaining members of Section Seven, Yayoi and Fumika.

According to Tsukasa, we’d be able to defeat the harpies with these two units without any casualties.

He’d come to that conclusion after reviewing my recording of Section Four’s battle with the harpies.

“Sergeant Honmoto. Your skill on its own is entirely useless. At most, it’ll only serve as a camcorder. However, by allowing me to take advantage of your ability, it becomes a most excellent skill.”

In the past, I was aware that I was in charge of everyone as class president.

Even the teenage gang members listened to me, however begrudgingly.

But now, that privilege belonged to Tsukasa, the formerly bullied and smallest person in the class.

“Train your camera on SSG Wanibuchi of Section Four. I shall plan our next strategy based on how they fare.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Although Tsukasa told us that Section Four had rebelled and gone off to slay the monsters on their own, I knew that, in truth, Tsukasa had sent them off to fight with the false promise of girls.

Our skills became more powerful, the more they were put to use.

At first, I could only use one camera, but now I was able to use two. I hadn’t told Tsukasa about this, though. I’d secretly trained my second camera on him.

“Hang in there. I’m coming for you!”

Eiko was desperately shooting arrow after arrow at the harpies.

He probably believed that the members of Section Four were still alive.

I wondered how he would react when he discovered Kotaro and Jiro’s bodies.

I sneaked a glance at Tsukasa through my other camera.

The mustache that he’d drawn on with blood appeared darker than before.

A smile played about his lips, probably due to the tide of the battle being in our favor.

Was it possible for people to change so drastically in such a short time?

There was no doubt that I’d be tossed aside as well if I no longer proved useful.

“Platoon, forward! Eradicate the enemy! Leave no survivors!!”

Tsukasa’s voice commanded utter obedience. With no other choice, we shouted in unison.

“Sir, yes, sir!”