"Nyyaaawwwnnn~~~ Uuughhh!! FUUUUCCKK!! Uummmhh… That's my work done for today."
A certain red-haired young man stretched lazily in his own room after finishing his trainer's work for today. Normally, he would go straight to the onsen, but there have been several incidents lately of trainees climbing the wall to reach their trainers, which has forced a curfew on onsen use. Trainees can use the onsen from 6 to 8 pm, while trainers can use it from 8 to 10 pm.
"Now what?"
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"Yes?"
*BAM*
"Secure the room!! Secure the target!!"
"What's going on?!"
The young man was taken by surprise when a group of PMC members burst through the door with their guns pointed at him. He quickly put his hands up to indicate his non-resistance.
"He is resisting!!"
"I'm not?"
The young man was thrown to the floor by the PMC, and then they started smacking him with their batons. To normal people, it might hurt like hell being beaten by batons, but the young man has been through so much that he barely feels the pain of a normal person's attack. He was just confused beyond reason.
The fuck is going on? Did someone set me up? I don't want to kill these grunts because they most likely are just following orders for a paycheck.
"He's still resisting!!"
"I'm not?? I'm on the floor, dude."
"I'm going to use the pepper spray grenade."
"The fucking what?"
*BOOOOOOOM*
One of the PMC members grabs a grenade from his belt and pulls the pin off. The grenade instantly pops off. Instead of exploding the room into pieces, the grenade acts more like a smoke bomb, but the smoke is made out of pepper spray.
The pepper instantly stings the young man's eyes and nose. Of all the years of his adventure, pepper spray is one thing that his enemies rarely rely on. Usually, magic bullshits or science mumbo jumbo. Rarely do any of them use common people's items.
"SECURE HIM!! SECURE HIM NOW!!"
"You guys can just ask, you know?"
The young man can feel more footsteps storming his room as hands grab hold of his body. His hands are cuffed behind his back, his ankles are tied together, and he is shoved into a sack.
This gotta be Goldship's idea. I'll fucking wreck her ass tomorrow.
The young man allows himself to be carried away by the crowd. It's not like he can't escape anytime he wants, he just wants to meet the perpetrator of this whole thing and kick her ass.
How do people spend their time when they're getting kidnapped? Should I start screaming, too? It's not like I'm in any actual trouble. Maybe I can count sheep and try to sleep to pass the time.
The young man doesn't need to wait much longer until he is taken to his destination. He was put on the floor, and the sack was pulled off him. He was expecting to see Goldship's stupid grin, but to his surprise, he was met with Air Groove and Mejiro Ramonu.
"Oookkaayy??? What's going on? Did something stupid happen that only I can fix?"
"No, not necessarily, dear. It has just been decided that you will be staying here from now on."
"Huh?"
The young man was completely flabbergasted. A lot of questions run through his head, but most importantly.
"Why? What's wrong with my old room? Did Goldship plant a bomb in it?"
"No. I just want you to be somewhere where I can constantly monitor you."
"Why? You're kinda creeping me out. Am I being targeted?"
"Ramonu, let me talk. You're kinda creeping me out, too. I know you meant well. Trainer Igo Heita, we heard that our fellow umamusumes will be launching an invasion at trainers' inns."
"A fucking what? What the fuck is going on with this academy?"
"Indeed, our academy is very weird. We decided to evacuate you from the battlefield for your own safety."
"Until when?"
"Until the end of the summer training camp."
"Huh? It sounds less like a battle and more like a war. Is this like a World War Umamusume one?"
"It could escalate to that point, so we take the initiative to secure you first before selling weapons to both sides."
"Wait, what?"
"In a war, the only one who wins is the one who sells weapons to both sides, dear."
"I thought your job was a supermodel? Since when did you become Lockheed Martin?"
"Oh dear, one has to always be on their toes if you want to live lavishly in this world. Now, it's time to get yourself accustomed to your new room."
The Queen and Empress help their king up so that he may look upon their future love nest.
In terms of space, this room beat the young man's old room by a margin. This room was meant to hold 6 umamusumes, so that's why it's larger than the young man's old room. The furniture here mirrors his old room with some additions, like a massive TV on the wall, and a PS5 underneath it.
The Satono family will crucify me if they know I have that here. Why did they provide me with that anyway? PS5 has no games. It's better if they provide me with a gaming PC.
"Another question. Wouldn't it be weird to have a trainer in the trainees' inn?"
"Since when have any of us been normal?"
"Fair point."