Is it true that virtually nobody hanging around this blog wants to read about this little girl and her creepy adult friends becoming the best gunfighters in Japan!?
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| Potentially-controversial screenshot deliberately chosen to arouse curiosity and attract additional readership. |
Readers who remember last week's episode will recall that Matsuoka, our favorite woman-can't-join-my-gun-club host club dude, had a compelling backstory reason for doing so that propelled his character status from "sexist idiot" to "idiot." Actually, more like to "total idiot." There was a girl on his team once. She got shot. It hurt. She left. And it was totally different, I suppose, from when boys get hurt by BBs. Yeah, because this time it was like evil torture!!!!!!!!
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| True heroics! Let's ignore how his rule is basically completely arbitrary. |
Our protag Hotaru, the self-proclaimed exact-wording "bona-fide girl" of the team who just looks androgynous, comes up with some shrewd logic. It is so shrewd that in the middle of the mock gunfight she goes mad from the revelation. No, I rephrase that; it didn't make her go mad, it made her go sane.
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| Such Serious Business |
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| he says as he splurts the water gun at the camera |
Hotaru Transylvania, feeling a burst of sudden purpose, successfully breaks her losing streak!
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| The black-haired guy shows his concern via a poignant flashback to two minutes ago. |
Well, okay, that's nice, but let's get back to the plot. Let's get to the part where they go to the nationals and their gun games officially become a shounen tournament. We can't go back. This feels like a point of no return.
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| The Super Saiyans' chakra-nen auras rattle her devil fruit as a Titan eats her mother |
And like in any prelude to a shounen tournament worth its salt, it's time to Meet the Foes!
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| *scriptwriter scrawls in notes* |
They get interrupted by the red-armbanded megaphone-screaming host of this competition: some sort of hybrid of Gendo Ikari and Adolf Hitler.* There's a lot of jokes that can come from that combination. Make your own!
* One Piece fans might want to merge those with Sanji jokes after seeing his furious foot-stomp literally summon smoke. Mix well; serve to taste. Just kidding; there is no taste.
We find out, or rather hear for the second time, that knives and hand-to-hand combat are allowed. So basically there will be blood, everywhere.
Oh, I'm sure you'll all be safe, Hotaru! Just make sure to call "hit" over and over when you're shot so that you're not converted to Swiss cheese.
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| How many contracts and release forms did this high-schooler have to get her parents to sign to even enter this deadly kill-ass thing? A couple? A thousand? |
But Midori-san isn't a friend to all. In fact, he shouldn't even be a friend of hers on account of the sudden molestation incident (I wish the show didn't just forget the sudden molestation incident). So when he meets Matsuoka again...
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| Oh yeah, there's the sub-bosses! |
Only Hotaru can save this story's real hero now, because he is just so uncomfortable and it is too sad.
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| I think someone already did that...in the last World War. *applause* *cheering* *EASY JOKES* |
Luckily for all of us, our Toy Gun Gun team gets to fight Mr. Midori and his fellow menaces.
Until next time...and just so you all out there know, next time might be delayed, perhaps indefinitely, simply on account of nobody reads these. If you want more, let your voice be heard! Or I guess just click on the reviews. That works too.
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