It was over in an instant.
Let me begin with an excuse. I tried to save him. My classmate was before my eyes, descending into depravity, and I tried to enlighten him and set him back on the right path.
But Masato Yahara tried to kill me. I didn't understand why. I extended the helping hand that he so desperately sought, but not only did he brush it away, he tried to consume to sate his hunger. I had no idea that such a person could even exist.
It was over in an instant. I was versed in self-defence, so in an instant I reversed the hand he was holding his knife in. Although I didn't mean for it to, the blade struck his heart fatally.
The scent of rusted iron, which already pervaded that abandoned factory, grew even stronger. With a look of anguish on his face, Masato Yahara collapsed.
It was the worst outcome imaginable.
—Why did this happen?
—Such a thing shouldn't happen, should it?
—What will become of me now?
I blocked off my sight.
I rejected the world.
I refused to accept reality.
White.
White.
White.
People only hear what they want to hear. And every solution they come up with is opportunistic.
I simply decided to surrender myself to a world of opportunistic.
I would simply forget all the inconvenient truths.
3, 2, 1 —— And lo, they're gone.
Now then, why did I stab Masato Yahara to death?
It wouldn't do for it to have simply been a coincidence. It had to have been necessary, it had to have been just. I never made a mistake. I wasn't in the wrong — which meant that Masato Yahara must have been. Masato Yahara's death was necessary; killing him had been just.
It had to be that way.
That's right… I had called Masato Yahara a monster, hadn't I? That's right, that's right! Just as he had tried to kill me, he was a monster who could only affirm himself through killing others. If I hadn't killed him, innocent lives would have been lost!
Was there any problem with me killing a man like that? Of course not. It was an unavoidable measure, like shooting a bear before it can eat people. Somebody had to do it.
The events before my eyes were moving in slow motion. In this closed world, the concept of time was ambiguous, and all that thought could be accomplished in a moment.
Now then, time for the reception.
What I accepted into my field of view was a world that was amiable to me.
I looked down upon Masato Yahara.
"Now you can get out of here, hm… On that point alone, we are of the same opinion."
He gazed at me with eyes full of hate.
"Your life has no value... or rather, you're like a vermin that deserves to die."
Indeed. That was my reason for killing Masato Yahara.
That would do fine.
But I probably realized it even then.
Such a world could be popped more easily than a soap bubble.
It was over in an instant.
Let me begin with an excuse. I tried to save him. My classmate was before my eyes, descending into depravity, and I tried to enlighten him and set him back on the right path.
But Masato Yahara tried to kill me. I didn't understand why. I extended the helping hand that he so desperately sought, but not only did he brush it away, he tried to consume to sate his hunger. I had no idea that such a person could even exist.
It was over in an instant. I was versed in self-defence, so in an instant I reversed the hand he was holding his knife in. Although I didn't mean for it to, the blade struck his heart fatally.
The scent of rusted iron, which already pervaded that abandoned factory, grew even stronger. With a look of anguish on his face, Masato Yahara collapsed.
It was the worst outcome imaginable.
—Why did this happen?
—Such a thing shouldn't happen, should it?
—What will become of me now?
I blocked off my sight.
I rejected the world.
I refused to accept reality.
White.
White.
White.
People only hear what they want to hear. And every solution they come up with is opportunistic.
I simply decided to surrender myself to a world of opportunistic.
I would simply forget all the inconvenient truths.
3, 2, 1 —— And lo, they're gone.
Now then, why did I stab Masato Yahara to death?
It wouldn't do for it to have simply been a coincidence. It had to have been necessary, it had to have been just. I never made a mistake. I wasn't in the wrong — which meant that Masato Yahara must have been. Masato Yahara's death was necessary; killing him had been just.
It had to be that way.
That's right… I had called Masato Yahara a monster, hadn't I? That's right, that's right! Just as he had tried to kill me, he was a monster who could only affirm himself through killing others. If I hadn't killed him, innocent lives would have been lost!
Was there any problem with me killing a man like that? Of course not. It was an unavoidable measure, like shooting a bear before it can eat people. Somebody had to do it.
The events before my eyes were moving in slow motion. In this closed world, the concept of time was ambiguous, and all that thought could be accomplished in a moment.
Now then, time for the reception.
What I accepted into my field of view was a world that was amiable to me.
I looked down upon Masato Yahara.
"Now you can get out of here, hm… On that point alone, we are of the same opinion."
He gazed at me with eyes full of hate.
"Your life has no value... or rather, you're like a vermin that deserves to die."
Indeed. That was my reason for killing Masato Yahara.
That would do fine.
But I probably realized it even then.
Such a world could be popped more easily than a soap bubble.
