Those attacked were not limited to First High School's representatives.
At the same time, Third High School was locked in a bitter struggle against these unidentified attackers, and their situation was even more dangerous than First High School's. Their retreat had been cut off—the overpass behind them had been completely blown apart. Had Masaki Ichijo not made a snap decision, they would likely have fallen into the raging river long ago.
Even so, faced with the enemy's frenzied assault, even Masaki Ichijo, with his explosive abilities, was forced into a hard fight. He could have easily eliminated them, but having to protect his classmates left him somewhat overstretched.
Third High School's elites were naturally no weaklings either. After coming under attack, someone immediately used magic to construct a thick stone wall to block the enemy's fierce artillery barrage. Although Masaki Ichijo had disabled their heavy weapons before they could fire, they could only hide here now.
"Masaki! We can't stay here—we have to leave immediately!!"
Taking cover behind the school bus, listening to bullets flying in from both sides of the road and striking around them, Shinkuro shouted.
"We can only count on you, Masaki!"
"I know, George... I need two seconds—no, three!!"
"Fine... I'll draw their attention!"
Hearing Masaki Ichijo's reply, Kichijoji Shinkuro nodded. Then he abruptly rose to his feet, looked toward a figure hiding by the roadside, and raised his hand. The next moment, the man who had been wildly firing his gun was instantly sent flying. At the same time, Shinkuro seized that instant to dash out from cover and run toward the other side. Perhaps noticing him, the surrounding soldiers immediately turned their guns on him and opened fire the moment Kichijoji Shinkuro left cover.
They took the bait!!
The instant the enemy's fire shifted