Even just two days into school life without full control, considering her potential that power is fearsome… Though well, whatever, it’s not of particular interest.
As I tried to shake her off and Asahina gripped firmly, for a brief moment it turned into a contest of strength between us.
But I couldn’t imagine beating her when she had her esper power, so I sighed and released my strength.
“Didn’t I just say? Kirido likes you so he doesn’t like me, Amamori Yuuto, who you pay attention to. His dissatisfaction with you talking to me is resulting in violence against me. That’s all there is to the current situation. It’s extremely simple.”
“It’s not…simple at all.”
Her squeezed-out words. The true feelings shown by the ‘girl’ claiming to be a hero of justice.
“I… want to become a hero of justice. My childhood dream still has not faded. I will definitely become the kind of hero who rushes to help those in need, saving them with a smile.”
“It’s a splendid dream.”
“Yes, thank you.”
She expressed her gratitude without changing her expression.
But you know, Asahina Kasumi, in regards to this case, dreams like that are irrelevant.
You yourself are partially causing this.
Then if Asahina wasn’t the cause, everything would be resolved just by that. It’s that simple.
…But from the flow of conversation, it doesn’t seem it’ll be that easy.
“I don’t want to gloss over the problem. I want to resolve it, Amamori-kun. I don’t want to postpone the issue by not contacting you. Through discussion between you, me, and Kirido-kun, finding points we can compromise on… I’d like us to get along as classmates if possible.”
“It really is a splendid dream.”
The same response as before. But the meaning I imbued it with was vastly different.
“You can theoretically restrain that rampaging horse with logic and all. But that’s also ‘postponing the issue’ like you said, isn’t it, Asahina-san? With dissatisfaction just building up, nothing gets resolved.”
Resolving means eliminating the cause.
In this case, either Asahina herself, or expelling Kirido from this academy.
Put frankly, disciplinary expulsion.
Luckily, this academy’s rules have expulsion tied to them left and right. She’s not stupid enough to be unable to use those to get Kirido expelled.
“Or are you telling me to drop out of this school?”
“I-I’m not saying that!”
Asahina’s voice echoed, and I narrowed my eyes. Her body shrank further under my sharp gaze, but the will dwelling in her eyes didn’t waver in the slightest.
“I don’t want anyone, not you or I or Kirido-kun, to leave the academy, and I want to resolve all the issues. That is the first step on my path as a hero. At least until this issue is settled, I will protect you from everything else.”
Hearing her words, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
Because to me, Asahina’s words were too dazzling.
Being able to speak of ideals is a splendid talent. You can strive towards that ‘destination’ you envision.
That is surely Asahina Kasumi’s innate gift, which nothing can replace.
Acquired efforts can exceed inborn gifts. She will surely become stronger than anyone someday.
I had that premonition… However.
I send this to her, fully indicating my understanding.
“Gonna hurl, Asahina Kasumi.”
I opened my eyes. She looked up at me with eyes wide.
“You can’t talk of reality with ideals alone. If you’re chasing dreams, you have no place in reality.”
Dreams are ideal, and reality is cruel.
Common knowledge we’ve had since birth. What anyone knows.
The moment you go against that common sense—I can clearly see where you’re headed.
Ruin, Asahina Kasumi. Alone, you will definitely be smashed to pieces.
“You will definitely fail soon. Clenching your teeth, unable to accomplish anything.”
You will grow stronger… But this time, that time isn’t now.
I’d bet on it. You won’t be able to resolve this Kirido issue. You can’t deal with that scoundrel. A hero of justice can’t judge their own friend.
You will remain completely outside—and by the time you realize, it will already be too late.
I turned my back on her and started walking.
Her gaze didn’t leave me even as I walked away, so I quickened my pace.
…This is also my belief, but.
Justice defeats evil, but enormous evil also defeats justice.
When hostages are taken and you lack the information to get them back, surrounded by superior enemies threatening you and such, you’re cornered.
Reality isn’t as sweet as fantasy. There are limits to how far pure justice takes you.
“Typhoons will eventually sputter out.”
Reality won’t move from pretty words alone.
What moves reality—is always ugly human ego, like mud.
In order for Asahina Kasumi to shine… correspondingly ugly darkness will be necessary, I think.
At least, Asahina Kasumi.
You should fundamentally confirm that even a hero of justice is human.
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The next day. The third day of school life. Around when the pain was finally fading from my body.
Arriving relatively late, the classroom atmosphere felt a bit gloomy that day.
The classroom, usually filled with chatting classmates, was somehow quiet.
Maybe someone pulled a prank on the desks? Thinking that, I headed to my seat but the brand new, flawless desk welcomed me as usual.
If it wasn’t related to me… Kirido? Did he cause more trouble?
Puzzled, I glanced beside me and the self-proclaimed hero of justice had already arrived at school.
However, I again felt a sense of discomfort from the atmosphere she gave off.
How to put it, it was a similar air to when my power was laughed at on the first day.
Concisely, an aura of anger. It was rising from her entire body—
“Morning all—Huh!? The hell’s this!?”
Kirido’s huge angry yell echoed from the back of the classroom.
Looking back, a crowd had formed in front of Kirido’s seat in the last row by the window. Pushing through them and seeing his desk, Kirido’s face steadily twisted in shock and anger.
“What is…”
Saying that much, Kirido’s gaze captured me.
Great anger dwelled in his eyes, and I unconsciously tensed up at the unexpected hostility.
“Amamori…! It was you right!? There’s no one else who’d do this crap resenting me! You’re the only one who’d do this resenting me for punching you!”
“What are you suddenly…”
As I walked over to the enraged Kirido, his desk naturally entered my vision—I opened my eyes wide.
‘Idiot Kirido!’ ‘Die, violent punk!’ ‘Pick one, punk or delinquent!’
‘You know you’re not that cool, right?’ ‘Ugly yet acting cool, dumbass lol’
‘Simply annoying, disturbing our studies. Disappear, Kirido.’
Countless insults were carved into his desk.
Each line was engraved in a different handwriting, and unlike writing in permanent marker, the letters carved as if with a carving knife wouldn’t disappear without replacing the desk.
“What is this?”
“Don’t play dumb! There’s no one else in this damn class who resents me enough to do this persistent crap! Or are you saying one of you bastards did it!? Huh!?”
Kirido’s yelled loudly. Drawn by the volume, rubberneckers gathered from other classes, and some classmates grimaced, covering their ears.
Their expressions showed distaste towards Kirido.
From this situation, it didn’t seem a classmate had done it.
…But who did?
Stroking my chin in thought—in the next moment, a fist plunged into my face.
Along with the powerful impact, I was forcefully blown back.
“Amamori-kun!? What are you doing, Kirido-kun!”
I could hear Asahina’s flustered voice.
Drip, something fell onto my uniform so I looked down, and… blood was dripping from my uniform nose.
“H-Hold it, Kirido-kun! That’s going too far!”
“Punching without even evidence is just—!”
Two of Kirido’s followers yelled. …Looks like I got punched again.
“Shaddup! There’s no way anyone else in this damn class resents me enough to do something this persistent! Or are you bastards saying you did it!? Huh!?”
“W-Well…”
“N-Not exactly…”
Come on, give me a bit more of a fight. I’m innocent here, yet I’m getting punched. I’m starting to get irritated, though you can’t tell from my expressionless face.
I wiped my nosebleed and stood up, finding Asahina-san in front of me, protecting me.
Kurashiki-san came over and supported my body from the side.
“Y-you okay? Amamori-kun…”
“Well, somehow.”
It had to happen on the day my wounds had finally healed.
I couldn’t help but feel a bit down, but it was just that.
I didn’t feel like seeking revenge or even see the need for it.
In the end, it would be a pointless waste of effort. Because…
“You’re quite lively today, Kirido Hashiru.”
At the sound of the voice, Kirido’s shoulders jumped noticeably.
At the entrance to the classroom stood Ms. Sakaki, and her eyes were sharper than usual.
“‘Article 5. Violence towards students and teachers is prohibited. Students violating this will, unless forgiven by the victim, receive either fines according to the severity of violence, or expulsion, or other measures.'”
“Are you prepared for the consequences?”
Simply put, unless the victim forgives, there’s a fine. And with the degree of severity, at minimum a 100,000 yen fine, so if you can’t pay it means expulsion—is probably how it is.
“W-What the hell, I ain’t heard of that crap! No rules like that!”
“Whether you knew or not doesn’t change you broke the rules. Not knowing will be treated as you disregarding the rules. And unilateral violence without evidence… Be prepared for at least 200,000, Kirido.”
Personally the bigger thing is ‘his surname is Hashiru, huh’, but looks like now isn’t the time to be impressed by Kirido’s unsuitable surname.
“O-Oi Amamori! I dunno what’s goin’ on but if you forgive me the fine’ll disappear right! Say you forgive me dammit! You’re only useful for stuff like this, so at least contribute something to the class, dumbass!”
Wow, what verbal abuse. I almost reflexively shouted ‘Like hell I’d forgive you, dumbass!!’
But getting into a fight would be a pain.
And what Ms. Sakaki said… minimum 200,000 yen.
Recalling those words, I thought for a bit.
As a result, I sent words completely opposite my true feelings.
“…Fine, I’ll let it slide this time.”
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The obvious culprit is Kirido himself pulling a false flag, but I wonder if Asahina is the culprit because Amemori’s words got to her. This might be a yandere’s definition of justice.