Chapter 21 (2/2)
“Fuuu, Aah Mo, Momoka -ku”
She was still spilling red breath, and reht then, she did indeed try to call out my name
“F-Futaba, -san”
Half the reason e fro The utter depth of e the Go to my aid consisted— not of the other half
That half was unfiltered fear Unending unease Devastating despair With those feelings of defeat,voice and battered body shook
“Momo, kaWa, -kun“
She calls out to me more distinctly than just before
Her blazing red pupils shoot straight at ister in her eyes Without distraction or diversion, her gaze that falls on me and only me, was unbearably scary
I ht now
“Mo, Momo Ka, aAa”
“Hii!?”
Like a spirit holding a deep grudge, yet with the rawness of a zoroaned out my name; When she did that and even took a step, I shouldn’t be bla the natural course of action and frankly screa
A person who’s clearly lost her head I felt like I was facing one of those monstrous killers that appear in American horror flics And at the present situation, it’s already a fact that Futaba-san carries h to crush multitudes of Goma
At her single while demonstration of power, I too would beco us
“Mo, AaaAAA!”
“UwaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Like an elephant charging at full strength, Futaba-san started running towardsa duet of objectionable sounds
With intention, plus instinct, plus intuition, plus every other sense and feeling I had screa certain death, I push over the limits of my body and move it
I succeeded inon the spur of the moment Even with the jolts of sharp pain and hu their course, so leapt up, I shake off the pain and run— when, she caught up
“MOaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
With that exclaed, tackled from the front, my own screa-like arht hold which could almost break me
I’ht Ow It hurts As those sensations floated to ain pushed down onto the bloody stone floor
Futaba-san had leapt at ht With my less than 50 kilos110 pounds, I had no means to weaken herbut, no as I capable of lifting it either
The shock fro runs sharply across ht now, lay a weight of the 100 kg class This bulk, this pressure, I wouldn’t go wrong dee it a new form of torture
“Ka Ha, ah”
A feeling as if all the air in et to breathe for a moment
But luckily,Futaba-san’s enshrouding Siuess happened because we’d fallen over
If that warm, soft, yet immensely heavy mass of sensuality I feel doards from my neck were to reach all the way to en deficiency long ago I do not have a h to want to literally drown in a sea of flesh
“Fu, haAAaa Fu, taba-san! S-top!”
Breathing with more intensity than I’ve ever did in my life, I shout out to the maximum of my potential
Even if this Futaba-san has soht, and all the other important stuff, if I can just remind her that I’m a friendly then surely—
“BuaAAAAAAAA!”
As if she wasevery fibre of her being to absolutely deny them, Futaba-san only answers me in the same manner as a beast
I was bit She bit down onbeast had found satisfaction in its ue
My spine was literally in jitters And, I don’t kno many times it’s been today, but surely this one would be the loudest, I screamed
“GyaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Ah, it’s over, I’m dead I’ht I was saved, just when I thought, she’d saved me
This isn’t funny Yes, I could be eaten by Monsters, and yes, I could also be murdered by other students based on their own self-interest, but what is up with getting killed by an ally gone mental!
It’s way too unfair, way too hateful A resentment, like dense black s; and I voice it
“A-AaAAAAA Pl-aA-Plu Pl-unge into permanent—”
I wonder whatthat
“Swelter, and”
I’m probably not resentful of Futaba-san at all
“Curse—”
Even without , even without hate, still, I had to say it
“The bodyyyy!”
My last ounce of resistance My foremost Curse
“Red, FeveEEEEEEEERRRR!”
A scream that could tear apart my vocal cords, in the end, sie
Inducing a light fever No ould this very symbol of the lameness of the Vocation known as Shah power to subjugate hordes of Goma
That being said, the other Curses would be just as useless in this unsurmountable crisis ‘Blackhair Bind’ wouldn’t be able to restrain her, and my most reliable counter, ‘Pain Return’, for this current Mad Futaba-san who see all sense of pain, would prove equally useless Presently, there lay a mark on her white neck, the same spot as where she bitthat at all
So now, the only thing I can do is use le in her arms
But if I think about it, rather than being tortured to death by Goirl could be quite the bless—
“Ah”
And, as I was engaging in witlessconscience, I suddenly realized
“Ah, huh Futaba, -san?”
Stopped She stopped
“Huh, eh, no way No, seriously”
Faint breathing reaches my ears And, the pressure on , one, and she si mine feels somearm
“S-she’s, stopped”
As I nervously peek at Futaba-san’s face, it didn’t have that expression of anger fro eyes, her eyelids are sealed shut The crease above her nose gone without a trace, her brows displayed cal in serenity
Why, how coe abruptly came to a halt? How it ca back down is even further indecipherable
But right now, that doesn’t matter a zilch The reason, the cause, the for about all that, I can put off for later
“Ha, haha awesome I was saved”
Seeer
[1] Clothesline is another wrestling eable about the sport so this is the best I can do~
[2] Cleanup hitter’s a baseball thing I guess Supposed to be the best batter
Mozu’s Morning Sacrifice (百舌鳥の早贄) a slightly choppy translation, but anyway, the bird sticks prey into branches to eat later Like a spider?
[3] Indians probably don’t infer to the ones who go Naenous Americans would be the cool term?