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The teacher gave me his seal of approval by saying “Certainly eligible for Tokyo University!” to my typical parents, as long as I dont’ become baggage no matter what to my 4 superior and younger siblings, it’ll be fine.

In reality, after moving to Tokyo University, because this was my first time living alone, I never had gotten into a contact with anyone.

The typical me that had been cast away by my parents was carefree and happy.

Above all, because I was separated from that mountain town, I will never again meet those delinquent trio.

The metal-working factory of my father and the others was strict but it wasn’t filled with unreasonable violence. I was even instructed carefully in the job.

Compared to my h.e.l.lish life in the last year of high school, the difference is heaven and earth.

Originally, I was confident in my skillful and dextrous fingers. Again and again, since I strived to meet expectations, I had to acquire a lot of skills.

If you were to compare me to those who are called craftsman, I may not even hold a foot…

Thus I immersed myself in my job to forget those h.e.l.lish high-school days for approximately 7 years — but, every time it became cold in winter, I remember Tanaka.

If I had been a little brave or something, it might had not ended up in suicide, wouldn’t it…?

At the usual convenience store, I bought my evening bento and tea.

“…Now, even though I’m a good person, I still haven’t recovered.”

While sighing from melancholy, I walked toward the residential area.

There remained 10 meters until I reached my home but I noticed on the way, a suspicious man standing.

So that I could avoid the detestable light from the street lights, I had leaned on the concrete wall.

Because of the moonlight, I was dimly able to make out his figure.

He wore a hooded jacket, and jeans under him. Doesn’t he feel cold? That’s not the sort of coat you should wear. Because he was looking down I wasn’t able to see his face. I was able to judge him as having a height of 180 centimeters, and a plain physique.

If I start retracing my steps for main road and pretend not to see him after such a long time, on the contrary, he’ll likely give me strange vibes.

It did not look like he wanted to fight since he was glancing down, so I’ll take as much distance as possible while I try to pa.s.s him.

“ Hey, wait sec….”

“!?”

After he called me, I involuntarily stood still.

The man began heading straight to me.

As the street light shone on that guy’s face, I was able to check his face.

My goggling eyes did not meet his gaze, he had a bad skin complexion, a unshaven face, gaping nose pierce, and from the nape of the neck there hung a tattoo.

Surprisingly, he had changed completely, I understood immediately. It was one of the 3 delinquents that had bullied me, it was their leader. I’m sure his name was…. Souma Ryouichi

“Ain’t It cuz a you that ma lifes in da dumps! Aaaah! f.u.c.k!!! Why me!!”

“Ah, uh, ah…….”

The time came for him to get back at me, I feel nauseous because he reeked of something like garbage. If I remember correctly, I read that there’s a legal drug on the internet that if you intake it, you smell like this.

The other party is in an unstable state. But right now, I’ll just turn around pretend not to notice, and run away when possible.

However a flashback of my h.e.l.lish past made my legs tremble, and kept me from moving.

“Tanaka-kuun! Hotta-kuun! Ya look like tras.h.!.+ You know he died silently, right!? d.a.m.n it!”

He took out something like a cheap kitchen knife, he’d have bought with a hundred yen, from his hoodie’s pocket.

“Uwaaaaaaaa!”

My fear reached its apex as I screamed miserably, I threw the convienience store bag I was holding, turned around and ran with everything I had.

The thought of bravely fighting and subduing him didn’t come to my mind even once.

But, I could do nothing but scream and run.

Run, run, run, run, run— charging to the park.

Even after that, he eventually caught up and shoved me from behind.

I ran with as much vigor as I had but fell face first into the sandbox.

As soon as he mounted me, without any hesitation, with both hands he swung down the kitchen knife.

“Gugaa…a”   *choking*

I felt the blood erupted on my pierced chest.

From pain, the previous stimulating sensation became hot.

“Die! d.a.m.n it! d.a.m.n it! d.a.m.n iiiiiiiiiiitt!!!”

He continued, and continued, and continued stabbing me with the kitchen knife, forcefully breaking my ribs while letting out a cry.

I could tell that my consciousness was quickly receding to it’s border a number of times.

I heard a woman’s scream in the distance as if I was underwater.

My eyelids were as heavy as lead and had the feeling of falling down into an abyss.

The last scene I saw was me bathing in my own pool of blood, and his face looking like a mad man.

My consciousness stopped like a frozen TV screen.

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