"Sumimasen! I've disturbed you, I'm so sor—"
Aizawa Yuuma dropped directly to his knees. Both knees hit the ground, and his forehead slammed heavily against the concrete floor as he sincerely expressed his apologies to Amamiya Rin.
Every single syllable carried a bizarre, viscous sensation, drilling straight into Amamiya Rin's brain.
The dizziness intensified. The darkness at the edges of his vision gradually enveloped Amamiya Rin's body and mind.
Give up... Give up... Give up struggling and sink completely into the darkness. As long as you can't hear it, the demon's power will be ineffective against you.
(No! If I lose consciousness now, wouldn't I just be a lamb to the slaughter?)
Amamiya Rin bit down hard on his tongue. The salty, metallic taste of blood spread through his mouth. The sharp pain flared like an electric current slicing through his groggy brain, bringing a brief moment of clarity.
(I have to... I have to risk it... Tomie! Whether your cells have truly altered my body will be proven today!)
[Author's Note: Writing up to here, I hope readers will remember our domain name. Tian Tian Kan Xiaoshuo keeps you company in your free time, ttks.tw is super considerate.]
Without hesitation, Amamiya Rin took out a ballpoint pen. Seizing this fleeting moment of lucidity, he plunged the pen directly into his left ear!
"Puchi!"
A muffled piercing sound was accompanied by indescribable, agonizing pain. Warm liquid flowed down his auricle, staining the collar at the side of his neck red.
The world in his left ear fell into a deathly silence, leaving only a sharp ringing and tearing pain.
But this wasn't enough!
Amamiya Rin pulled out the blood-stained ballpoint pen. Ignoring Mamiya Yuka's horrified gaze, he repeated the process, stabbing it fiercely into his right ear!
The same agonizing pain exploded once more. In an instant, it was as if the mute button had been pressed on the entire world. All sounds became distant and muffled; he could only hear the rush of blood within his skull and the deafening roar of his violently pounding heart.
"This way... your magic can no longer affect my brain..."
The intense pain kicked his heavy drowsiness entirely to the curb. Amamiya Rin tossed aside the bloody pen. His body swayed from the agony and blood loss, but his eyes became as clear as the gleam of a sword, and as sharp as its blade.
Reaching back, he drew the Wooden sword from the sword bag slung over his shoulder. He flicked off the scabbard and held the blade horizontally in front of him. The brown grain of the wood gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the dim light.
Aizawa Yuuma clearly hadn't expected Amamiya Rin to go to such extremes. He froze on the spot, staring at Amamiya Rin in bewildered dismay.
Now!
Amamiya Rin took a deep breath. Amidst the intense pain and exhaustion, his body drew taut like a drawn bow. His left foot stepped half a pace forward, the sole of his shoe grinding against the edge of the step with a crunching sound. The Wooden sword gripped tightly in his hands rose with the motion—it wasn't a standard Kendo stance, but rather looked like a dying beast baring its fangs at an enemy with the last ounces of its strength.
"Die!"
With a loud shout, Amamiya Rin squeezed out every last drop of his bodily strength. His feet kicked fiercely off the edge of the stairs, launching his entire body into the air.
The Wooden sword was raised high above his head. The blade carved a tragic arc through the dim light, carrying the full weight of his body and his resolute killing intent. It cleaved through the stifling air, slashing fiercely down toward the kneeling Aizawa Yuuma!
Aizawa Yuuma subconsciously raised his arms to block Amamiya Rin's attack.
"Crack!"
The Wooden sword chopped heavily into his forearm. Aizawa Yuuma let out a miserable shriek. Smashed by this brute-force strike, he was knocked backward, crashing to the ground. His right arm bent at an unnatural angle—it had clearly been cleanly broken by Amamiya Rin's strike.
"Ugh—Argh—!"
Aizawa Yuuma's face contorted hideously. He curled into a ball, clutching his broken arm as he sharply sucked in breaths of air.
Amamiya Rin didn't fare much better.
After the single strike, the breath he had forcefully held completely dissipated. The Wooden sword clattered to the floor as it slipped from his grasp. His body slammed heavily against the cold fire door. Bursts of blackness swarmed his vision, and the blood flowing from his ear canals had already soaked his collar red.
Mamiya Yuka stood at a higher vantage point, staring in dumbfounded shock.
The shift in the situation far exceeded Mamiya Yuka's ability to comprehend. She stood frozen in place, completely at a loss for what to do, deeply shocked by Amamiya Rin's decisiveness and ruthlessness.
"Go... Go!"
Amamiya Rin's strained call snapped Mamiya Yuka back to her senses. She hurriedly ran over and helped Amamiya Rin up.
"Amamiya-kun, we..."
"Go!"
Amamiya Rin's vision was entirely filled with double images. Being able to swing that single strike, and for that strike to hit its mark, had already pushed him to his absolute limit.
After that one strike, he had not a single ounce of combat capability left.
Looking at the dark circles under Amamiya Rin's eyes, and the blood flowing from his ears and mouth, Mamiya Yuka quickly grasped his condition. She immediately hoisted Amamiya Rin up, cast a glance at the groaning Aizawa Yuuma in agony, and fled downstairs.
Stumbling as they burst through the door of the first-floor emergency exit, the scene in the hospital lobby made Mamiya Yuka draw a sharp breath of cold air.
The originally chaotic crowd had silently collapsed onto the floor. Viscous brain matter oozed from the orifices in their heads, pooling into disgusting, foul stains on the ground.
Amidst this gruesome mess, a little girl wearing a light-colored school uniform stood out glaringly.
She was kneeling beside a corpse, sticking out her tongue and licking the brain matter off the floor.
Hearing footsteps, the girl lifted her head.
Her eyes were abnormally protruding, the pupils dilated so widely they nearly filled the entire sockets. The whites of her eyes were covered in fine, spiderweb-like veins, and murky white brain matter still clung to the corners of her mouth.
"Hehe, hehehehe, my trash of a brother actually failed to stop you? He really is a useless piece of trash."
Mamiya Yuka's stomach churned violently; the intense wave of nausea almost made her throw up.
She forcefully propped up Amamiya Rin, wanting to bypass the bizarre little girl.
"Then again, do you really think you can escape?"
The little girl revealed a grotesque smile, as if she were mocking something.
Mamiya Yuka displayed a guarded expression, instinctively reaching for something to defend them with, only to realize that Amamiya Rin's crutch and Wooden sword had both been left upstairs.
"I have no interest in hunting you down. It's my trash brother, or rather, that demon,"
the little girl scoffed.
"Demon?"
Mamiya Yuka couldn't help but ask.
"My brother is a ridiculous person. Since childhood, he's loved slaughtering small animals like snakes and frogs as ritual preparations to summon a demon. One day, he actually did summon an Apology Demon from the back mountain. He always presses his hands together and stares straight ahead; that's him begging the demon for forgiveness. Every single apology grants him a euphoric pleasure akin to ascending to heaven. Moreover, in that very instant, the evil electromagnetic wave fluctuations between my brother and the demon take effect, causing anyone who hears the apology to gradually melt, starting from their brains."
The little girl spoke in a strange, eerie tone. It was unknown what kind of mindset drove her, but she explained the entire origin of Aizawa Yuuma's abilities.
In fact, every time Aizawa Yuuma committed a malicious act, if he took his time and savored the process, this girl would jump out before the victim dissolved to inform them of his abilities.
It was just that no one had ever been willing to believe such a completely absurd thing.
"Oh, right, right! My brother has another ability. Through praise, he can make the other person's appearance turn ugly, because he's actually praising the demon he worships. You've accepted his praise before, haven't you? Although I don't know why he would praise a man, nevertheless, he's targeted you, and you absolutely cannot escape."
The little girl pointed at Amamiya Rin, speaking with distinct schadenfreude.
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