Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

What the hell am I doing?

"Wow, wow!

With an unparalleled cry I run down the aisle of the dungeon. Shaking the dosdosdos and heavy body.

"Gheller!

From behind, Goma's dirty dami voice echoes.

I'm on the run now. Alone. Yes, he's a benefactor of life, his only companion, and, uh, leave his little, adorable classmate, Kotaro Takawa.

"Ha... ha... ah..."

We have to help. Even now. I need to go back and help right away - yes, my body refuses to act, even if I keep thinking after I realize he's not here. Instead of stopping, the legs are accelerating. A quick, farther away, escape from death, even one step.

You suck. I'll pay you back with vengeance. I, as a person, do the worst.

Abandoning Peach River, trying to escape at a glance without even trying to move to help for a moment... and still running all the time, I was a helpless human (scum).

I'm worried about his safety, and his chest is going to rip. It's so self-loathing, it's going to break my heart. The fear being pursued isn't the only thing that keeps me crying out of my eyes.

Still, my body prioritizes only survival instincts everywhere. The reason for omitting one's deeds in this way was just that they existed in one's head, and the connection with the spirit that moves the body seemed to have been cut off from the bass.

Only pure fear everywhere dominates my body.

The fact that you cannot overshadow it only by my weak will… has proven so much in previous experience that you do not like it.

Yes, I was a cowardly pig. To Rutsuki, to Natsukawa, to Sato, it is natural to be abandoned. No matter how sweet Peach River you are, you must already resent me for running away alone.

Oh, would you curse me like this if you were the magician Peach River? Then I want you to curse me to death. If Goma is enough to stab me, I want to die rewarded with his curse...

"- Ah!?

The consciousness that only outrageous guilt touches is inadvertently brought back to reality. What I felt in my body was a flash of flotation. And the shock to visit shortly afterwards.

"No... Ah!

I was falling for something. Is it the stone corn or the rubble that took my leg, or is it the roots of the tree again? I don't know, but I don't care.

Anyway, my escape ended here.

"... Hih!?

At the end of the retrospective passage is the bend. From beyond, the oddity of Goma echoes. Soon, but you'll also hear that beastly rough breath.

"Oh, oh... no..."

Am I going to die like this?

I don't like it. I don't like dying. That's what my instincts are strongly appealing to me for having escaped so far unparalleled.

Besides, thinking rationally, I don't want to die. I answered. If you don't want to die yet, ask Takagawa.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die. But the real hope is - I want to help.

I wanted to help Takawa-kun. I wanted to help. I haven't been able to return anything to him yet.

I need you to heal my belly wound and keep me company. I didn't have the guts to give the red dog a toddle, and I stabbed that goma in the face, and I feel sorry for you for doing it with me.

What is the knight's vocation? I've always had people protect me. Have it done, all the time.

But no matter how much I regret it in my head or save it in my heart, it doesn't lead to real action. My body doesn't move when I have to.

Not courageous enough.

A little, just a little. Just stop him from humiliating himself with fear. Just let him get away with it.

I want it. I want courage.

With that, I'm sure, I...

"... ah"

In a blurred and sumptuous vision with tears, Sole was showing.

My right hand. There, something is gripped. Dirty brown leather bag. From there, white powder that falls zero. About half of them were smashed into the aisle, and the other half, on my hands, on my arms.

I guess I got zero on the clap I fell on. This Goma drug.

"Uh, what... when you aspirate, you exalt your spirit, you blow your fatigue, you're in a state of extreme excitement, and yet, you're extremely dependent - I knew it was a drug..."

Whoa! Takagawa was cute, too, with the look on his face. No, it wasn't, and with the ability of a spellman, he was definitely referring to the potency of this drug.

Suction is the method of use. The effects are: spiritual exaltation, fatigue recovery. And powerful exciting action.

"Hey, Peach River... even if I use this..."

Kusuri, no, Zettai. Such slogans come on the back of my brain.

But Japanese law and ethics are of no use to me right now. No use, don't stand me up. 'Cause here, in the dungeon. Life threatening survival and an extreme environment where you can even kill each other with your classmates.

"I wonder if I can be strong..."

Realizing that, there was no stray.

All you have to do is breathe the white demonic powder in your hand. No matter how much I was, it was possible to do that much work.

"Takawa-kun, give me the courage..."

Praying with all my heart, I put my right hand to my mouth...

"- Oh, my God!!

Oh, what, what is this, awesome? Awesome, awesome, here it is!

Ugh, move, move, my body. Spring up, force. From the back of your stomach, from the bottom of your chest. Like overflowing, yeah, it's already overflowing, it's considered too much. There's so much power in your body that it's about to explode!

"Whoa, whoa!

My body is light. Rise. Rise. My body, light as a feather in the wind.

Looking back. Even with all that motion, I feel so much momentum that my body is going to blow away. I can't control this power. I can't contain myself.

"Bugger! Gee, guar!

He jumps into my sight, black, black, in the shape of a person, oh, what is it, who is it, here.

Strange bright. It was so bright here. I can see, I can see, I can see, much more than I just did, I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see.

So I saw it. It's the black guy flying around. What's in your hand? It glows like a giraffe. It's dangerous, it's sharp, it's dangerous.

"Ha...... heh!

If a fly was bumbling nearby, you'd pay for it. You don't have to hit it, somehow, reflexively. Go away.

Same as that. But no. I hit it. Just a little, my palm.

"Bugee."

Bread, and water balloons cracked, so I could play. Brittle, stiff. The black guy, he's gone. All that's left is a red and black thing hanging around my hand. Disgusting, I don't think. Because blood is used to it. Great for cooking. The smell of this raw smell.

But I need to wash these things right away. Where is that faucet?

"- Gabra!? Gwenzella!

I don't have time to wash my hands, Zorozolo and Black show up. All over the aisle. Zorro, Zorro, Dota, Shut up. Shut up. What, they...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Oh, I remember. Goma, it's Goma. Takawa-kun was calling. Peach River said to kill Goma.

"Goh, ooh, ooh... corn, broth..."

If Peach River said so, I need to do it. I have to do it. I have to do it for you.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Knock, knock. Knock, knock, crush. I can, now I can, easily. I don't need more strength than I need to rub a hamburger seed.

The aisle is red. When it turned red, Goma was gone.

Haha, I did it, me, I did it, Tagawa.

"Also, thigh, ah... ku..."

Where. Hey, Peach River, where are you, where are you? I did it. For the first time, as Takagawa said, I could do it.

Then you'll be happy this time, won't you? You laugh, don't you? You're not bothering me about Takagawa, are you?

So you don't throw it away, do you? You'll stay with me, won't you?

But Takagawa-kun, why aren't you here?

"Ahhh... ahhh"

We need to find it. We need to find it.

Oh, yeah, no. That was different. Why, I wonder if I forgot. Such an important thing.

I remember. I need to help you, Peach River.

"Huh, ha."

Run. Run, run. I can't breathe. It's not painful. I can run everywhere, with all my might. Now I can run so fast.

So I guess, yeah, so, they found me right away.

"Ya... hey... ah..."

Takawa-kun was crying. He looks worn out, crawling to the ground.

Hey, why, why are you crying? Why do you seem so bitter, sad, lonely?

"Ggay!

Goma was kicking Takagawa.

Look, look at it, look at his crying face, his painfully groaning face, and when I saw it, I couldn't think anymore. Dyed red, red and bright red, both in front of the eyes and in the head.

Kill him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Die, die, die, die. Everyone dies, all die. He who makes Takagawa cry, die. Kill, kill, I'll kill. One, two, three, as many or as many as you want, all of them, I'll smash you to death.

"- Goaaaaaaaaa!

Dead, dead, killed and killed. Thoroughly, turn all the black in your eyes into red.

Where, where are you? He who makes you cry, he who suffers. I will not forgive Soytz, I will never forgive him. Take Takagawa, mine, Takagawa.

"Huh, huh!

If I had noticed, no one would have been there. Someone is all, bright red and scattered all over the ground.

Oh, good. Now there are no more people doing terrible things to Takagawa. We're all dead. Guys, I killed him.

"Hu... uh... also, mo... ku..."

"Huh, Twin Leaves......"

That, Peach River, is still crying. Still, I'm shaking. What's wrong, are you scared? What? Who did?

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

"Momo, kawa-kun"

It's okay now, Takagawa. I'm here, because I am. Because I'm the only one here.

So, okay, even if I console you.

"Also, thigh... or ah..."

"Hiya!?

I am frightened. Poor Peach River is adorable. I want to comfort you, I want to hug you. I don't want to let him go - he wants it.

"Ahhh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gotcha! Yay, oh wow, little, little one, Peach River. If I let go of my hand, I'm going to lose it. If I take my eyes off it, I'm going to lose sight of it.

But it's okay, because I, I'll never let you go. I'm not running anymore. So don't run away, too, Takagawa. We've been together forever, Gyu!

"Heh, hah... heh, heh! Do it, stop it!

Oh, I see it. I see it now. From the collar of the school run, the white neck of Takagawa Kun. Thin, tight, oh, my God, it looks delicious.

"Whoa, whoa!

Delicious. Delicious, Peach River. Best I've ever had, delicious. Tastes like peach river.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!"

I want it, I want more. Fill every bite, every bite, and learn to starve even more.

Not enough, more, more, more, more.

Give me all of Takagawa.

"- Red, fever. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Your, everything... to me...

"If you want it, you can get it yourself"

In diminishing consciousness, I heard that voice the last time.

"Dual leaf bud garment, your vocation is to..."

I wonder who. It's not Peach River's voice, for sure. He doesn't sound like such a colorful woman, though his voice is cute.

That much thought broke my consciousness.

"- The Mad Warrior."