Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 33 "What the fuck are you going to fo with a galil?"

"Today isn't about what you think you're good at. It's about proving it. And if you don't measure up, you'll regret wasting my time."

Kisaki walked ahead, hands in his pockets, the sound of his shoes echoing down the corridor as the girls trailed behind. Without looking at them, his voice cut through the air, calm but edged with something that made their skin prickle.

"Each of you has potential. But potential is worthless if you don't know how to use it." He glanced over his shoulder briefly, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. "That's where they come in."

He slowed his pace, almost forcing the girls to hang on every word. "If your strength lies in fighting, you'll train under Shion, Rindou, Ran, Wakasa, Hanma, and Mikey. They'll push you until you either break... or learn how to fight like your life depends on it."

He let the silence drag before continuing. "If weapons are where your hands feel most at home, you'll be with Koko, Kakucho, Sanzu, Takeomi, and Mochi. They'll make sure you understand a weapon isn't just something you hold. It becomes an extension of you—or it controls you."

At last, Kisaki reached the steel double doors. He pressed in a code on the keypad, then leaned forward as a faint green light scanned across his face. With a heavy click, the locks disengaged.

He turned just enough for them to catch the glint in his eyes. "Good luck," he said softly—almost like a curse—before pulling the door open and gesturing them inside.

The girls nodded, their nerves flickering beneath the surface, but determination carried them across the threshold. The doors shut behind them with a final, echoing thud, leaving them alone with whatever waited inside. Which clearly was the rest of the members ready to make their lives hell.

"Alright let's get started," Koko said, turning his back to them.

"Your first official training for the day is combat, here's how this goes. If you do well in combat training, we'll move you on to weapons. Don't waste anyone's time."

He glanced at them briefly before continuing.

"Ran and Kakucho are the best short-range fighters we have. They'll drill you on precision, movement, and control until it sticks. They'll teach you the aim of it."

"I wanna use a Galil," Nai blurted out with a small giggle.

Koko stopped dead, turning his head slowly toward her. He exhaled hard through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like he was about to lose his mind. "Excuse me, ma'am... what the fuck are you about to do with a Galil?! A Galil?! Do you even know what that is?!" He glanced at Kakucho. "Who taught her that shit—was it you?!"

"Definitely wasn't me."

"Damn. Y'all strict over here..." she muttered under her breath, earning another heavy sigh from Koko.

"Fuck us, do we have to walk!?" Lani asked, feeling the aching pain in her legs from the running.

"Yes, exercise is good," Rindou said with his arm around Nais' waist.

Nai scoffed. "We do exercise."

Sanzu smirked, shaking his head. "Bouncing on a fucking yoga ball to get your ass bigger is not what I'd call exercise, you guys need the real shit,"

Lani giggled, leaning on him, "But it worked right? My shit sitting ain't it?" She says, rippling her ass cheeks with the tips of her fingers.

Sanzu chewed the corner of his bottom lip, looking her up and down. "Hmph. Any-fucking-way."

"That's what I thought, now shut up."

Nai rolled her eyes playfully, twisting her torso to look at hers. "I think mine got wider," she pouted, fishing for a compliment from Kakucho. He chuckled and shook his head. Nai puffed her cheeks and then rolled her eyes.