Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- This is serious shit.

Tasteing the feeling of hard ground on his face, he realized that he had fallen into a depression.

There is no force in the whole body and there is no sense of hand anymore.

However, the heat dominates the middle of my body so much that I want to squeeze my throat.

- Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.

The moment I opened my mouth to scream, it wasn't a scream, it was a blood clot that spilled out.

Spit in, spit out the source of life that creaks up through your throat in your thoughts. The lobster and so much blood that blood bubbles float around the edge of his mouth. Blurred vision shows bright red stained ground.

- Oh, this is all my blood.

Bleeding enough to immerse the falling body. The story is that the amount of human blood is about 8% of the total, and when a third of it spills, it's life-threatening - isn't this all out already?

Blood spitting from the mouth is stopped, but the cause of the 'fever' that burns down the body is still active. A barely moving hand goes to his abdomen, gets an unlikely feeling there, and he's convinced.

- What, are you breaking your stomach?

That's why I feel hot. They're illusing 'pain' as' fever '.

Sharp lacerations run almost straight through the torso and are connected by a piece of skin on the lower back.

In other words, he apparently faced the one in his life called 'Stuffing'.

Consciousness rapidly turns away at the moment of understanding.

Even the 'fever' that had forced me to punch around earlier disappeared somewhere, and the unpleasant feeling of blood and the feeling of a hand touching my gut are all taken as escorts to a distant consciousness.

The only flesh that will be left behind is the flesh that has been refused to accompany the 'soul'.

Move that flesh just a little bit with the last action from the vanishing consciousness. Neck, face up.

Step on the floor in front of you, covered with a carpet of blood, with black shoes creating ripples.

There's someone here. And that someone probably killed himself.

Wonder, I didn't feel like worshipping that other person's face.

I don't remember him being so opportunistic as to decide to even sideline with someone who would kill himself, but the mind isn't interested in that person's prime name or other shards either.

I just hoped - that she would be okay, that's all.

"- Bal?"

I think I heard a voice like a bell.

It's more likely an empty ear because you don't even know where your ear is and where your nose is.

And yet, even if you relied on your memory to reproduce it, that voice rocks your emotions with terrible comfort.

So...

"-!"

Short screams and a carpet of blood welcome new participants.

The fallen body was right beside him, and there was his own arm stretched out sloppily.

Its white hands, which fell without power, and its own bloody hands are intertwined.

I guess it was all a coincidence.

I felt a faintly moving fingertip shook my hand back.

"Stay..."

Grab the root of a distant consciousness and force it to turn around to buy time.

"Pain" and "fever" are all far away, a howl of wasted footscratching losers.

But still...

"I'll make sure..."

- I'll try to save you.

In the next moment he - Natsuki Subaru - lost his life.