When I came to, it was still morning and I got back on my feet. I tried to process what had happened before. Tamahide High became a gory haven in the period of a few hours, almost everyone associated to the school was brutally murdered, and I ran out unscathed - although not mentally. I could not believe any part of the affair, not even that last part. I decided to walk back to school and see if anything changed - and so I began the slightly longer walk back to the school. Forgetting the incident was futile, so I decided to channel those petrifying memories into energy. Even so, I hoped that everything was normal again, even if it meant a severe earful from the school leaders - though they were dead when I last checked.
It was even worse.
As opposed to just one person being compressed in that large clock earlier, now there were ten. Ten students in one tiny-by-comparison form factor being punctured by the still-moving hands of the clock that showed no signs of slowing down. I would have fainted again after the worsened sight, but instead I mustered the courage to find the man-slayer that did these inhumane actions. He had to be somewhere around here. He simply HAD to, and so began my quest to stop this brutal genocide once and for all, even if I died in the process too. Somehow, though, someone seemed to be following me from the back, as if to kill me unexpectedly. I ran even faster than I did before, attempting to evade my enemy, but soon it dawned on me that I had to face him and win, even if I had to lose myself in the process.
"Defeat isn't an option for the sword that protects others."
The predator from behind never spoke, nor did he - or she - relent, let alone surrender. He just kept on chasing me all around the school, where I took the time to notice something even more twisted. The more I went to the same area, the more bodies and bloodshed. I soon realised that I needed to stop running and fight the predator face to face. Just sheer thoughts of the innocence of everyone murdered that day was extremely overbearing, but it was my duty, and my destiny. It was time to face reality, and face this person. I eventually stopped my legs from moving, and I looked behind me. This mysterious person looked very familiar, as if I saw her - it was a girl - somewhere earlier today. It was the same face from when I collapsed in front of the train station. In fact, it seemed like the same build, with the same hair, same height and same clothing that felt indecent to me before, but at that time it really didn't matter anymore.
It couldn't be!
It was Mikazuki Kiryu - who was my teacher Yuzuki-san's sister. She used to be my school-mate the previous year as well before I entered Tamahide High. I remember her for the best of reasons - which included the fact that she always supported me in my endeavours. But what was she doing here? Such a small and young teenager? Was she part of this genocide which had way too many casualties to even count? I asked her, and without a word, she handed me something sharp. There were three polished and sharp swords in my possession that made me feel like Roronoa Zoro from One Piece. She did speak, however, and in a soft tone exclusive to this situation, she told me where the victor is. Apparently, she had seen one person wearing all-black with frameless glasses suspiciously enter the school, with his hands shaking, but without a weapon. She was suspicious of this man and decided to, without her parent's permission, take their family's three swords. After that, she returned and saw signs saying that particular road was under repair all of a sudden, and that the traffic was diverted elsewhere. With this new information, I could infer that the victor's weapons were all in the school in plain sight - except that no one had used these items as weapons in the known history of mankind. No wonder people simply suspected that he was part of the working staff - even with the silence within the vicinity. I decided to take her with me - after giving her one of her swords - and together, we tried very hard to locate the victor.
Finding him was very difficult.
