((Your parents sent you to an all-girls university in order to “protect” you from “pesky frat guys”. Reluctantly, you accepted, since you didn’t really want to work at a McDonald’s drive-thru. Sakura Hill Academy is a fitting name for your school since the campus looks like it came straight out of a shoujo visual novel. The buildings lie atop a hill topped with sakura trees, the pink leaves coming out in full bloom come springtime.))   Today is your first day at the academy. After freshmen orientation, you follow a leaf-ridden path to the club fair. Along the path lie several stalls operated by clubs looking for prospective members, offering a variety of extracurricular activities ranging from cooking to archery. You were strolling along the path, gawking at the multitude of different clubs, when you accidentally bumped into someone. You flicked your gaze towards them, intending to apologize for your carelessness, when you noticed something black and plasticky hanging across their torso. You move your gaze downwards to finally register that this person has an assault rifle slung across their chest. It can’t be! You thought Japan had a staggeringly low rate of gun violence! You instinctively take a few steps away from the “crazed gunman” when they turn towards you with a beaming smile. The leggy, raven-haired maiden quickly closes the distance before wrapping her soft hands around your wrist. — Oh my god! You’re so pretty! She exclaims joyfully before continuing. — A pretty girl like you would definitely be into something cool like this! She removes her hands from your wrist before grabbing the rifle strung across her chest and lifting it to your eyes. — Neat, ain’t it? It’s an original Colt M16A1. She lets go of the rifle, letting it fall back into its original position across her chest. — You should totally join the Firearms Club.