Heya folks! How is it going? Just like Snake's phrase which sounds: "Kept you waiting, huh?", I present Chapter 11 and Mission 3 to y'all. So sit back in front of the PC or the phone and just 'lax.

Chapter 11: Mission 3: Counter Strike: Global Offensive: Part 1

I woke up by the noise generated from the alarm clock that next to my bed. Even though my whole body is being defiant with my sleepiness (I am not a morning person to begin with, no matter how harsh Chifuyu-nee taught me back in my younger days), the thought of running for 10 laps as a punishment for being late for the regular morning exercise is enough to make me jump from the bed and seeing that Houki has already been waiting in front of the door.

"Come on Ichika! Hurry Up!" Houki has already changed into her morning training outfit.

"I am coming!" I said, throwing the blanket and get into my running shoes.

We joined with the other girls in the corridor like a flock of fish and dashed through it until we finally reached the arena. I puffed and broke small sweats from my forehead that I immediately wiped off using my left wrist. The cool morning air greet me with shivers as it breezes through my skin. I should have grabbed my track suit in the first place. I scanned the horizon-one of my routine on gathering new inspirations for my upcoming novel. As far as my eyes can see, girls are gathering on the field in their sleeping pajamas and minimum clothing articles that reveal the smooth curves tracing down onto an intersection which connects their girly-which-will-soon-be-womanly slim legs which tempts my 'little friend' down on my crotch. I quickly turned over to see whether Yamada-sensei is around, and there she is…whose mountain breasts covered under 2 layers of a white shirt and the school track uniform jumping wildly up and down like a cowboy riding an angry bull in a rodeo. I immediately crossed my legs to prevent my 'little boy' from standing any further. Today however, there is something different with Yamada-sensei. It seems like that she looks so…gloomy.

BOING!

I make out a pair of soft objects pressing on my back sending more energies to concentrate on my 'katana'. The weight becomes heavier as two arms encircling my neck followed by a familiar highly energetic cheerful tone.

"Ohayo Ichika-ku~n"

"Owaaah! Ta-Tatenashi-san?! Chottomande…Cut it out will you?"

I struggle against the thieving cat's sudden hug. But no matter how much I struggle, her hug becomes stronger and I left with no choice other than to pin my right thigh down to my crotch while tightening the muscles around the area to prevent my 'little boy' from standing up.

-JIIII -

For some unknown reasons I feel a watchful eyes are preying on me, especially on my crotch.

"Hmmm…That's strange, isn't that thingsuppose to stand up?"

I let out a small scream as I jumped backward in surprise. I accidentally head butting Sarashiki-san during the process and she instantly released her arms in protest to the impact.

"I…Itai…" Tatenashi's fan revealed a 'pain' word representing her feelings.

"So…Sorry…" I rub the back of my head and turn to Sarashiki's twin, who is still fixated onto my virility "Kanzashi-san, if you please, stop staring at that."

"Oh, okay." She replied, without an ounce of guilt shown on her face.

These twins sharing the ocean blue hair and radiating ruby eyes are the infamous Sarashiki twins. The actively cheerful but thieving-cat cunning is Tatenashi Sarashiki-san. Such a person with a very high standard-close to perfection is our student council president whose position only to be attained by being the best amongst the best in the academy in terms of academic achievements. That includes being the strongest I.S pilot too amongst them. What makes she stands out most, beside the fact that she's the smartest and strongest I.S pilot and student in I.S Academy (while having such a bombastic figure too), is the fact that she's the representative of Russia, the 2nd strongest country in the world beside America.

The other one with slightly longer bangs on each side than Sarashiki-san is TatenashiKanzashi-san. Her introverted hiki personality, in other words a shut in, is a polar opposite to her sister. Since she's a hiki just as the name suggests, she spends most time in her room watching animes, reading mangas and playing games. Turns out that she has a talent in drawing as a result of exposing herself to vast amount of our nation's pop culture leads her to become an artist. A manga artist to be precise. She made her debut recently in Akihabara and snatched the third runner up price in a drawing contest. Had she not drawn such a…robust image, then she would have already won the 1st price. Honestly, I don't have that much artistic sense but one thing for sure, Kanzashi-san had drawn something really exotic that made the audiences went crazy in terms of excitement arousal that time. By the way, the audiences at the event were totally girls and after she saw me her drawing at the competition, I was terrified to make contact with any males for a week. In case I forgot to mention, that Kanzashi-san is a genuine I.S mechanic. Give her any broken junks, she can magically turn them into brand new ones with sophisticate additions. Her magically engineering skills were demonstrated proudly when she single handedly turned a plain school's standard unit I.S into a helpful long range fire support unit called Uchigane Nishiki.

We form 3 lines with 7 people lining on each line. Following Yamada-sensei's instruction, I joined my fingers to stretch my body upwards while lifting my foot. My body eased and relaxed as every fiber of my muscles are contracting in one polar direction. Hmmm? Cho..Chottomande…Hold on! I watched in horror in realization that this stretching maneuver actually circulating the blood on my body upward, and that includes the one in my crotch.

"Hmmm? A..ano..isn't that…"

Crap! One of my classmates noticed my erection! I break more sweats from my brow as I gulping nervously pretending not to be aware of my physiological adaptation. Hey! The air is cold anyway, so I can't help myself too okay? Not to mention it's around 5.45 in the morning and I am a healthy young boy with his daily morning wood.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

That's it. I am done. It's over. I slowly opening my eyes, trying to averting the disgusting eyesight my classmates throwing at me, just to realize that their eyes are not focusing on me but at other direction.

At Dante, who stands in the center of the 3rd line beside me.

And by God, that one is a nasty morning wood.

"What? Never seen a morning wood before?"

I am speechless with Dante's response to this dangerous situation. He keeps his cool and acts naturally to our body adaptation. What's more he is being able to jest while taking a pride in it. While the girls are terrified with the bizarre sight (the girls in ISA does not expose to men before, therefore they view men like an alien or something that is worth to die to know for) I am impressed with Dante's calm demeanor.

"Sheesh, to think that you kids never seen a morning erection before even though you have been living with another guy before me makes me want to say that Ichika-chan has an E.D."

"Chotto, mande Dante-san! Who do you mean with an E.D?!" I said.

Little I know that I just dug my own grave as the girls coming with the topic following Dante's tune.

"E.D?"
"I heard from my father that it's something dysfunction disease which infects his vital organ."
"Now that you mention that, my father's business partner has this kind of disease in which he can't get his wee-wee stand up anymore."
"Really? Does that mean he can't pee anymore?"
"It's not about peeing. My uncle said it's related to the pride of men."
"Pride of men?"
"My father said that men are prideful if they can make their own wee-wee stand up every morning."
"But with that kind of thing poking out?"
"EWWWWWWW!"

"Attention!"

I breathe in relief when an authoritative voice demanding attention from the heated discussion. Standing next to Chifuyu-nee is a lady maybe in Chifuyu-nee's same age, whose brown hair is cut short that touches halfway of her lean white neck. She possesses an athletic stunning figure that one can tell she does martial arts while being a model at a same time. It is a shame that a scar is running across her freckled nose that scars her goddess beauty. But Chifuyu-nee is more beautiful than she. On second thought, maybe Chifuyu-nee is equal in terms of beauty with that lady.

Strange, where did I see that lady before? Looking at my classmates whose expressions are astounded at the lady's presence, I seriously doubting myself that none of my classmates are hardly recognize the lady.

"As a starting point in Biology 10 1, the one that you girls just saw is called as Morning Wood. Basically, it's men's body phenomemon to let their virility to stand up in the morning as a sign that they are healthy, especially in this place where you girls arouse those gentlemen over there with your minimum clothing. And don't give me that look because the similar thing applies to you girls especially during your period. Alright, top to the morning to y'all. Most of you might recognize me already from the magz and tv…" I meet her eyes and barely make out two different colored pupils under the yellowish eyewear "But let's start it from zero, shall we? Name's Mary. Just call me Lady. I did models prior to be admitted as your teacher here, and starting from today, you are going to see me as an assistant homeroom teacher of your idol,"

Mary 'Lady'-sensei, is replacing Yamada-sensei?!

"Yeah yeah I know, I know so quit with the mumbling already as y'all make me like a villain here. Look, I understand that you kids are really like Yamada-sensei so much as a big sister figure and trust me that she did cry a river last night when the headmaster replaced her with me due to some circumstances. So I suggest that all of you starting to learn to deal with it since life's not a cakewalk like y'all kids got in mind."

I- I mean all of us are speechless from Mary 'Lady'-sensei's cold speech, except Tatenashi-san who keeps her demeanor like a yuki-onna as if she had received the news beforehand. Anyway, it's just like…it's too sudden for our big sister to be replaced with this out of nowhere 'Lady'. Looking at Yamada-sensei, I see that her face turns red as her expression mellows. Tears gathering in her eyes as she sadly, painfully sobs. Nevertheless, the new 'Lady' teacher continuing her speech.

"'Right, so how am I going to say this part huh? Frankly speaking I am an easygoing person but don't expect me to be as meek as Yamada-sensei. Make my day and I'll make yours better or I'll raise a hell if you cross the line. Are we clear?"

We replied reluctantly in unison.

"Good. So, I guess it's the time I say douzou yoroshiku onegaishimasu..."

"HUWEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Her sobbing becomes louder and finally, unable to detain her tears anymore, she literally crying herself a river as her knees touching the ground droopily. There's nothing that we can do but to pity on her.

"For the love of God, Yamada-sensei, I swear that if you cry once again I'll…oh what gives? Haaaaaa…"

PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

We immediately close our ears disrupted by the awful high pitched whistle blown by Lady-sensei. Yamada-sensei's cries may be loud, but the whistle carried by Lady-sensei is no doubt louder than her cries. For a momentarily, Yamada- sensei stops her whining as Lady-sensei grabs her shoulder and looking deeply into her eyes.

"Maya, look at me. That's right. Look at me for God sake! Now listens! My job assigned by the old man Kutsuwagi is to train these brats while kicking them at the same time whose asses that both of you and Orimura-sensei are afraid to boot!"

We gasp in unison. No one ever made that harsh comment before.

"Look, I don't want to yell at you but look at yourself! You disgrace yourself right in front of you and Orimura-sensei's pupils by whining over a little fuss? Hell, I would hardly call this a fuss to begin with so suck it up, stand up, puff your tits…"

Somewhat it appears to me that Lady-sensei slapping Yamada-sensei's monstrous boobs back and forth.

"And proudly show'em off to them just like how you build those pent up energies in those Ichika and Dante's dick you airheaded cow!"

"Ha…haik…I..I am…sorry! Uh…uuuuh!"

With that being said, Yamada-sensei wipes her tears from her eyes and her spectacles. To my surprise, she quickly recovers from her sadness as if turning another page in a textbook thanks to Lady-sensei's scolding. Alright, first impression time on Mary 'Lady'-sensei: First of all, she might be a little harsh- or maybe harsh in speaking manner as a teacher to begin with. But seeing her successfully confided Yamada-sensei back on her knees in the hard way, not to mention in quick, then I guess that's her plus point. Overall, see might be a good teacher.

"*Sigh* Now that's a bad start for my day and I am in the bad mood already. " A mischievous smile drawn across her face. Something telling me that she's going to toy with us. "So, what do you kids say about 6 laps in the morning huh?"

"Naani?!"
"Six laps?!"
"*Groan* Really?"

"No buts, I made a deal with Orimura-sensei this morning that if I can make Yamada-sensei back on her knees like just now that I'm gonna make y'all run 6 laps."

"What? Chotto-man…"Chifuyu-nee protests, but I see that my sister is immediately be quiet when Mary 'Lady'-sensei winks at her with her playful smile which certainly reminds me of someone I know very well who shares the similar mischievious smile. "*Sigh* Alright. You heard the Lady. Now start kicking off the dusts!"

Just like Orimura-sensei ordered, we reluctantly looping the training ground in a moderate pace. It is just exactly on the 2nd lap that I begin to excrete sweats profusely from my forehead and my back is drenched in a downpour from the body fluids as I am fighting for my breath while keeping up with the pace.

In case that you forget to know, the lenght of this running field is exactly 1 kilometer in total. 1 lap is 1 km and 6 laps are simply 6 klicks. We usually run 3 laps and no longer than that-unless we are being punished. Even we are I.S pilots, there are still limits to our body.

Most of my classmates have already reached their limit too, only the sport clubs members who manage to keep their cardio steady. Halfway of the lap assigned upon us, I feel the burning sensation coursing throughout my body from the contractions coming from my legs and arms those I pump upward and downward frantically dancing to the rhythm of my own cardio. It is not a matter of long time until I am slowing-down in protest to my fatigue. So do the rest of the girls. Including the sport clubs members but they probably be on their fifth or the final laps already.

A silhouette passed next to me. I barely catch the outline of the muscular broad back the figure has, concluding that he's a man. Then I realized it's Dante who just ran pass me. His running speed telling me that he's still in his top shape to run and hardly breaking any sweats nor fighting for his breath unlike us.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

I watch Dante with my mouth opens while sucking the air in response to lung's demand for oxygen while water is still prohibited from entering my throat until I cleared my laps. The ground writhes in pain as footprints appeared on top of the surfaces leaving the legacy of a 2nd man who will go down to history. Now that comes to it, just how many laps Dante-san has been running lately? While I am pondering with the question, I hardly making the shape of his back anymore when he disappears into a blur. Then I feel violent gust of winds slapping my skin following by sounds resembles of lightning cracks strikes fear into us. I instinctively crane my head onto the sky aware of the sudden weather change to storm that might be grumbling above us. Strange, the sky is clear with sun cheerfully casting crystal yellow beam toward the ocean blue sky. Then what are they? Where do they come from? The violent wind and the lightning cracks, I mean.

FWOOOOOSSHH!

In that split of second, time stops between me and him. In that heart beating moment too- that the image clearly flashed into my mind through my very own eyes of Dante-san is clad in his I.S. Our eyes once again meeting but in the silent moment as the universe allows us. His beautiful silver eyes, are as soulless as ever. For a moment, I am wondering that his cocksure attitude of all these times is just for show to cover the sadness within him and. I…pity him. I don't know what happened to this guy that robbed away the fire in his life but I want to help him.

"Beat it kid."

Urgh! Did he notice me? No, wait! Did he just read my mind? Time resumes. Huge clouds of dust from nowhere covering the entire arena like mountain eruption. I cough and covering my eyes fighting the harmful particles until they dispersed into the air. When I opened my eyes, Dante comes face to face with the teachers-as if challenging them.

None of them make any moves to study their opponents and the air around them is growing tenser. The situation is like a standoff in the cowboy movies where the slightest movement can put a different between life and death.

"Here, 20 laps. We are even now. No complain teach?"

TWENTY?! Did he just say twenty laps?!

"Actually that did not count since you deployed an I.S." I can make out that Dante is throwing his hands onto the air in frustration and groaning. "Least you did run on your feet, I hate to say it but…Fine. We are even,"

"Keep on running idiots! You still got another lap to go!"

Orimura-sensei's voice slaps us from our amazement. We quickly comply her order. Thanks to Dante-san, that we managed to take a very short break in that thrilling moment. It does not take long until Kanzashi-san ending the morning exercise by coming up in the bottom with fogs clouding her spectacles from the steaming sweats excreted throughout the laps.

"Fi..Finally. I…I can't..go…on any..more." Kanzashi-san complains, almost crying.

"Ara-ara. Come on Kanzashi. You a great job." Sarashiki-san passing a drinking bottle with her playful smile. "Literally though."

Kanzashi-san instantly gulping half of the content. "I pretend that I didn't hear that."

"Say, Kanzashi-san, can I have some of it?"

"Eh? I-Ichika, y…you want…this? I…I don't mind though. H…Here!"

I gladfully accepted the refreshment unaware for Kanzashi-san's expression as my body yearning for the nearest water. Though it's half-filled, I can't wait to let the cool water running down my throat. I move the bottle tip onto my lips, but I stop halfway. What's with the sudden change of air around here? I feel like someone's definitely going after my throat if I drink Kanzashi-san's half-drank bottle. I turn my back to the source of the murderous intention which comes from Houki, Charl, Laura, Ling and Cecilia. Honestly, what's going on with them? Nor I don't feel like I did something wrong to any of them these days though. I look back at the bottle in my hand. The clear liquids swirling around and oozing cold air from the bottle shaft inviting me to put them into my mouth. I notice Kanzashi's face turning slightly to rosy red in seemingly eager anticipation waiting me to drink her bottle. Her twin however, spreads her favorite fan on the back of Kanzashi-san with a smile.

Kill You.

"On second thought Kanzashi-san, maybe I'll just drink from the drinking tap instead."

I let out a laugh. You know, the kind of desperate laugh.

"Ehhh? That's a disappointment Ichika-kun. Oh well, whatever."

I drag my burnout legs away from my friends to the rectangular oasis located on the outskirts of the arena. I gently turn the lever sideway letting the water rushing out from the tap. Cupping my hands together to fill the water in my hands, I take a grateful sip. That was lovely. Closing the water tap, I feel a strong wind together with multiple simultaneous of motor voices coming from above of my head. Then I make out that multiple giant birds-make of iron in various colors descending down in turns. To my amazement, the arena where we conduct our morning exercise is just enough to nest all of these 'birds' which come for a visit. Next, I hear doors sliding in unison following by many figures descending down from each 'birds' 'belly. They are sharing the similar kind of formal attire. Each steps those figures are taking from the helicopter emits an influencing auras filled with power, money, intelligent and mostly charms. My eyes widening in amazement when I recognizing most of the faces of the people.

America, Japan, Russia, Australia, Singapore, China, Taiwan, Africa, Malaysia, one of them dressing in a diamond black military commando outfit and has an eyepatch similar to Laura's attire-so German then, and many more countries delegation coming to our school at the same time. Judging by the size of the crowds, I would say that there are at least 50 or 60 countries representatives. This sudden visit leaves us with a huge question since there are no announcement given prior to their influential visit.

Even Orimura-sensei is clueless with this sudden visit when we seek her counseling to the situation. So do Yamada and Lady-sensei.

"Bonjour, or should I say Ohayo, Madame Brunhilde-san?"

The title of Brunhilde is given to the strongest woman in the earth. The sole title only goes for Chifuyu-nee, who won the Mondo Grosso tournament years ago.

"Morning. How can we be in your service?" Orimura-sensei extends her hand taking the French delegation's greeting formally with a polite smile. That smile gives us heart attacks, and several of my classmates have to be run into the infirmary.

"Looks like you got an ocean of fans as usual. Oh, enough with the chit-chat. Let's get down to the business shall we? We'd like to meet with Monsieur Dante-Sparda."

For some reasons, I feel my stomach churning when the lady mentioned Dante's name. The air around them growing thicker with strong sense of rivalry and for a moment I thought that I hear lightning cracks from their eyes. Something's not right here.

I dare myself to look at Dante-san, whose eyes are flaring just like that time when he conducted his sword catching maneuver.

Dante grins. I don't like this.

Something bad will happen.

And that's the wrap! Stay tune for the 2nd part. To be honest, this one should have posted in August but I had to rewrite this from scratch since I met a dead end with the original one and when I re-read it, I can't believe what I wrote. And here is the script that I mentioned:

Chapter 11 : Mission 3: Counter Strike: Global Offensive

It was exactly 5.00 AM when Dante's ears alerted by the digital clock etched beside his bed. He had forgotten being on such comfortable bedding he ever had in his life that he decided to fall into another blissful slumber after silencing the noisy mechanical cricket. Turned out that he had to have another thought on that one when his ears picked out many quick movements behind the door. His reflexes automatically set him into combat mode. His rationality was stronger however, that he remembered that he is in a school ground where harm is the least he expected unless being authorized by the teachers in an official combat even with his current attitude. Dante would have already shifted his smooth thick warm blanket higher onto his neck and resumed his slumber that he had longed for if only he did not pick the faintest sharp commandeering voice behind the door yelling whomever in her sight to pick up their paces to somewhere he least cared about. Come on, not now teach.

Dante went down in half assed from his bed and walked into the toilet. He let a small stream of cold water running from the faucet. Then, with a quick splash he awoken most of his body, bracing for another day. He dared to look at himself in front of mirror wondering how long since he had his stubs taken care of. Then, saw him.

Quivering, the mirrored figure emitting a strong foul presence sending shivers into his bones . What used to be eyeballs resided inside the sockets were replaced with empty void each emitting malicious look. A pair of tears, as red as blood they were, didn't stop coming out altogether from the hollow eye sockets as the creature was in such a deep pain. All because of one's foolish mistake, the creature pressed his jet black palm into the mirror as if forcing its way out from the glass world. It opened its jaw wide, very-very wide that it fell down onto its neck but oddly remained intact.

"DAAANNNTEEEE, WHHHHHYYYYYYY?!"

The painful shriek was filled with anguish and so horrifying that even the fearless man in the earth crashed backward to the floor.

"GAAAAAAH!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three brasses of smoking empty shells clattered onto the cold floor. Dante kept firing and firing. He lost count how many bullets he landed on the ghost. Dante gasped like a fish out of water.

"Dante! STOP IT!"

Dante reflexively trained his pistol at the voice. It was a split second matter that he almost pulled the trigger if he did not grasp a look at the intruder. Chifuyu's reflexes quickly kicked in to put her into an evasive maneuver while she assessed the situation. Other than a broken mirror riddled by bullets from a .45 caliber pistols, everything seemed normal to her.

Everything but Someone.

"Put down the gun." She cautiously asked.

Dante obediently complied and steadied his breathing.

"Top to the morning, teach." He cocked a smile.

"What happened here?"

Dante slowly shifted himself to standing. He switched on Ebony's safety. Their gazes met in a silence before Dante proceeded outside and joined the flock of rapid female teenagers running to wherever he knew, he mentioned a grace learning no one noticed the ruckus inside his room.

Chifuyu sped her walking speed across the hallway while at the same time her thought going over Dante. Regarding the broken mirror in Dante's room, she couldn't help but letting herself fell into a concern- a deep one- for him. She denied the feeling. It's not like she wanted to care for him or what as another person but because that he's one of her student in her homeroom. As a credentialed I.S teacher, the best one ever in the world so far, she was also responsible for his mental state.

Dated back her days as another instructor in Germany where she was assigned to train Black Foot Squads-Laura Bodewig's armed forces- she witnessed numerous cases of mental breakdowns as well administering first psychological treatment to them. Poor children, she remembered. They were not even 15 years old, yet had to suffer grueling physical trainings while abused mentally by other instructors. Her stomach was churned thinking of those children in Germany that time labelled as 'products' instead of a human beings as they are biologically created from tubes as the project suggested in German: Tube Soldiers. No one care for them, they were just another top secret product artificially made by the country to create machines in human in order to either as an attempt to show off Germany's superiority to the world in rival to America's or another step in science development disregarding living rights. In simple terms for another words, TX100 Terminators from Arnold Schwarzenegger's Terminator.

Identity crisis and possible signs of PTSD. Could be one even two of those symptoms appeared from Dante based on his background: A mercenary he was, there would be no doubt that he had mercilessly killed people for money as a living-perhaps even though they begged for their lives and he took pleasure in doing it. It's not like he wanted to take any bright respectable jobs other than that but because of this shady gritty job, to him for his father's sin, this job is the only lifeline form of revengeance against the ones who murdered his parents and caused the loss of his twin as he had mustered strength to turn the table unlike the young kid of him who had to run and powerlessly cower in shadow every day.

Until that sadistic pleasure backfired at him, he began to crack. Some of his victims perhaps were people he knew dear that he took away, or collateral damage where shit happened that he accidentally took undeserved lives-children, old man/woman, or women (although she doubted it)- and lived with the guilt day by day.

As long as he remained as her homeroom student, Chifuyu was responsible for his recovery. No, even if she wasn't his homeroom teacher anymore, she'd help him recover. Think of it as a gratitude as he held back when fighting her dear brother and putting his life for this academy.

Someday, she'd decided to set an eye to eye meeting with Dante studying more about himself rather than what's written on the paper andhopefully, helped him to get over with it. Perhaps she'd involve with that mysterious 'Lady' Mary as well because she's the only other lead Chifuyu had although she was still unclear of Kutsuwagi-san's motives for having a supermodel waltzing in this place.

She welcomed a fresh air into her lung. The I.S tracking suit offered a very good protection from the chilly morning air as she stepped into the arena where students assembled for early morning exercises.

"Ah Orimura-sensei, ohayo gozaimasu." Yamada greeted.

"Ohayo, Maya." She curtly replied.

She scanned the horizon ignoring the admiring eyes on her. The students had already begun their routine morning run encircling the arena.

(The failed script ends here so hope this can give y'all something extra.)

So yeah, be seeing y'all on the next chapter like John Wick. Damn. Keanu Reeves surely blew my brains out with those awesome ass kicking gun kata! And yes, in case that you are wondering where the gunslinger came from, it's inspired from John Wick.