Author's Note: FindMeI'mLost, the teachers will most certainly be in this fanfic. I actually have some interesting plans surrounding that. However, they will unfortunately not be featured as prominently as the rest of E Class.

The Attack team stood outside a small, dingy building in a less savory end of town.

"So, how is this supposed to help us train in marksmanship?"

Hayami sighed.

"Just get inside."

The group filed in to find themselves face-to-face with a shady-looking guy in a ticket booth.

"Good afternoon to you Miss Hayami! I see you brought friends with you."

The group shot Hayami looks that clearly said, what in the world is going on Hayami?

"The usual times ten, if you don't mind."

"Right away. Since your friends here are first-timers by the looks of it, they'll need to watch the video."

Hayami nodded. "Right."

"If you guys wouldn't mind stepping into the room on your left, I'll start the video."

The group, too confused to rebel, obeyed. They found themselves in a dark room with a large number of benches. They noticed Hayami sit down, and chose to mimic her example.

A TV screen in the front of the room flickered to life and began a video.

Hi and welcome to Tom's Gun Club. Here at Tom's Gun Club, safety is our number one priority. Here are a few safety rules and guidelines to ensure everybody has an enjoyable and safe experience. Rule 1: Never point the gun at yourself or anybody else. When holding your gun, point it downwards and away from yourself. Rule 2: Keep your safety on until it's time to shoot. Rule 3: In the unlikely event that your gun jams or malfunctions, don't try to fix it yourself. See the representative on duty, who will help fix your problem. Rule 4: when reloading your gun, be mindful f where you're pointing it to avoid accidentally firing on someone nearby. Keep these rules in mind and have tons of fun at Tom's Gun Club.

The video stopped and the screen shut off. The man from the ticket stall gestured for them to leave the room and handed them each a pistol, a sniper rifle, and a shotgun.

"There's six rounds in each. You get to shoot until you run out. Have fun and be sure to rate us on Yelp!"

Hayami nodded. "Come on guys."

"So, Hayami..." Kanzaki spoke tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Why did that guy know you?"

Hayami went red.

"Well, uh, I come here with Chiba, err, every once in a while?"

As Hayami was speaking, the group walked into the room they would be shooting in. "Hello"'s and "Who'd you bring with you?"'s chorused from the patrons of Tom's Gun club.

Isogai raised an eyebrow. "Every once in a while?"

Hayami hung her head. "Every day after work."

One of the men who had recognized Hayami stopped shooting and approached their group.

"You bring some newbies Hayami?"

Hazama gave a creepy smile. "Who said we were newbies?"

The man shuddered under Hazama's gaze.

"I suppose you aren't then. By the way, any of you up for a friendly wager? 2:1 odds says I hit more targets."

Hayami raised her hand. "I'll take that bet."

"No way! I know better than to challenge you." The man turned to the rest of the group. "First time I tried to compete with this girl she shot my weapon just as I was about to fire! When I complained about the potential for bodily harm, she just said, 'I didn't hit you' and proceeded to hit a bull's eye on every single target!"

Isogai chuckled. "I guess Hayami hasn't changed much since middle school. Remember that time you and Chiba got banned from the shooting galleries at that festival?"

"She's been that good since middle school!?"

Kayano nodded. "She and Chiba were unstoppable once they had a gun in their hands."

The man shuddered again. "If that Chiba guy is half as good as you, I'd spend my time with you in class in a state of abject terror."

Hayami shrugged. "I missed the one time it really counted."

"What do you mean 'when it really counted?'"

Kataoka stepped in to divert the conversation. "She made a bet with Chiba she could hit a balloon from a mile away. The bullet was off by eight centimeters."

The man began to sweat. "A mile away?"

Isogai nodded, trying to help Kataoka steer the conversation away from the fact Hayami had missed their Mach 20 octopus teacher, whom they were currently training to go back in time to rescue.

Catching on to her classmates' goal, Hayami joined in their attempts.

"Yeah. I felt terrible afterwards for overestimating my abilities. I practiced so hard for the next few months. But anyway, enough about me. You wanted to try your hand against one of my friends, right Kobayashi?"

Kobayashi nodded.

"Err, yeah!"

Hayami considered. "For your skill level, Kataoka should be a good match."

"For my skill level? What does that mean?!"

"It means your skill level is roughly equivalent to what I estimate Kataoka's to be. Therefore, she will prove to be good competition."

Kobayashi was visibly enraged.

"Alright, which one of you is Kataoka?!"

Kataoka raised her hand. "I am."

"Preferred gun?"

"Pistol."

"Alright. Whomever hits the most targets with a pistol wins. Deal?"

Fuwa sidled up next to Kataoka and whispered.

Kataoka nodded. "I accept your challenge. Care to go first?"

"Whatever."

The two competitors loaded their guns and clicked the safety off. Kobayashi went to line up his shot.

"Mmm, this gun is delicious!"

Kobayashi looked back to see Kataoka sucking on her loaded, cocked, safety-off gun. Kataoka discreetly fist-bumped Fuwa upon seeing the look on her opponent's face.

"Uhhh, Kataoka!"

"Please, my friends call me Gastro."

The rest of the group could barely keep their laughter contained. Kobayashi, on the other hand, could barely hold himself together. Hayami is scary enough, but her friends are downright creepy! Between that creepy girl and Kataoka here, I wouldn't be surprised if I was found dead in a ditch tomorrow morning!

"You going to shoot or what?"

"Oh, right."

Kobayashi aimed, listening to Kataoka's loud sucking all the while. His hands quivered the tiniest bit. He shot and missed.

"My turn!"

Kataoka licked her gun one last time and bounced up next to Kobayashi. She hadn't practiced in a while, but her previous training kicked in. She hit the target, but just barely.

"Not my day today, is it? Well, it's not like I can complain when I have this delicious gun to wash down the taste of failure."

Kataoka gave the gun another lick.

"Say, maybe you should try going up against someone else? I'm not doing well today."

Kobayashi turned away from Kataoka, who motioned to her classmates from behind him in a gripping motion. Maehara used the hand signs they had learned in class to respond. Message received. I'll do it.

"Why don't you try going up against Maehara?"

"Uuum, ok. Which of you is Maehara?"

Maehara raised his hand.

"I am hun."

"Uh... Err... preferred weapon?"

"My hands hun, but for this I'll use a shotgun hun."

"Uhhn..." Kobayashi was plainly frightened. "Whomever hits closer to center of the target with a shotgun wins?'

"Alright hun."

Kobayashi cocked his gun. He heard popping behind him. Hazama was cracking her knuckles behind her back, making the popping appear to be Meahara's doing. Kobayashi was inches away from a nervous breakdown.

He shot again, shaking worse than before. He hit the very edge of the target. At least I didn't miss this time...

Maehara took his place and aimed. He hit the target, only off of the center by a few inches.

"Looks like I win this one hun!"

Maehara extended his arm to shake hands.

"Come on hun! No need to be scared. Call me Grip hun."

Nagisa decided it was time for him to get in on the fun. He spun his gun on his finger as he spoke.

"Want to try me next?" Nagisa smiled, face free of the slightest hint of bloodlust.

Nagisa could see his opponent's thought process easily. Finally, someone normal! I can finally focus.

"Right then. What's your name?"

"My name is Nagisa, but my friends call me the God of Death."

Nagisa could feel his classmates snicker internally at his introduction. Kobayashi, unfortunately, could not. His anxiety returned threefold when he saw Nagisa's harmless smile.

"And, uhh, why do they call you that?"

Nagisa waited, smiling. Not yet, not yet, peak!

Nagisa clapped and twisted behind his opponent, finger on his throat, bloodlust plain.

"This is why."

Nagisa let Kobayashi go and hid his bloodlust behind a kind smile.

"Uhhh, I'll leave you to your shooting."

Kobayashi hurried away, sweating profusely and looking back at them fearfully. The group closed into a huddle.

"That was hilarious!" Hayami snickered. "Kobayashi tries to con every newbie who comes in into a bet. He finally bit off more than he could chew! That Gastro idea was solid gold Kataoka."

"Actually, it was Fuwa's idea. I just did what she told me."

Fuwa shrugged. "Why not relive the glory days? That's half the reason everybody agreed to help with this crazy scheme. I mean, we miss Koro Sensei, sure, but we also miss the experiences we shared eight years ago."

The group silenced. Fuwa's words hit home.

Isogai was the one to finally break the silence.

"Alright guys. We'll only be using pistols on the op, but practicing with other guns is wise. If anybody needs help, just ask. For now, we'll practice stationary shooting, but we ought to try and incorporate moving practice as soon as possible. We won't be able to do moving practice here, of course, and it'd be nice if the targets were farther away, but it should be a good way to get back into practice."

The team nodded. "Right."

Nagisa stepped up and cocked his sniper rifle. The first few shots were terrible, but after that his muscle memory took over. He had never been the best gunman in class, but his skills were far from mediocre. By the time the sniper rifle ran out of ammo, Nagisa was quite confident is his abilities. The pistol was similarly simple. The shotgun, however, was difficult due to his lack of experience. He had never used a weapon like it in Class 3-E, so he was starting from scratch. His shots were all over the place, missing the target as often as they hit.

"Is everybody out of ammo?"

The class directed their attention to Isogai and nodded in affirmation.

"Alright then. Let's head back and work on knife combat skills."