I don't know what's wrong with me or this site or whatever but im missing out chapters? so sigh im sorry youll have to reread things


Night fell upon the arena soon after the life-stealing fire had dwindled away; leaving embers to float between the trees like tiny, glowing butterflies. Just like the fire, the chaos of the class seemed to subside, yet still, with the number of cannons already in the first day, there was a high tension still in the air.

Suddenly a large blue square lit up across the sky with a thundering sound that made all the ex students across the arena stare up at it in awe and confusion. The blue aura it gave off made the arena feel colder than it actually was. Yoshida had Hara tucked under his arm to keep her warm. Kurahashi had tried to drag an unconscious Sugaya under a tree and used a blanket she had grabbed to drape over him. The others were on their own, wanting to find their friends, but the darkness meant they had to wait until morning.

As soon as the sound finished, it echoed ominously before it went silent again, Ritsu showing up at the corner of the screen. Her eyes were as dead as they were when she first joined- clearly Takaoka had reprogrammed her during the day.

A picture soon faded onto the screen, bigger and more still than Ritsu. After a couple of seconds it was clearly a picture of Okajima, laughing freely with his arms raised in the air, one hand holding his camera. As his picture was fully displayed, Ritsu's monotonous voice spoke his name- the tone as dead as the boy on the screen.

The classes eyes filled with tears as they understood what was happening; Takaoka was showing them the deceased, whether it was a cruel trick or a general update, they didn't know. The only things they did know was that there was going to be four people from the four cannons, and it wasn't going to be easy for them to watch.

Ritsu continued, "killed by podium explosion."
Mimura's mind flashed back to the incident, his heart breaking all over again. He'd lost one of his best friends, the other he had no idea where he was. The boy wiped his eyes as he kicked at the ledge he was on; a safe place to rest for the night. Mimura begged that Sugaya was still alive- that he wasn't one of the other cannons, but he could only watch the screen and wait...

Megu frowned as she saw Okajima. Despite her always telling him to behave, and not flirt with every girl, she still couldn't help but shed a tear. They'd grown close from their interactions, an unlikely friendship, but still a good one.

As Okajima's picture faded away, the class awaited the next one- their eyes going wide with fear as they heard it.
"Masayoshi Kimura- killed by Rinka Hayami."

Hearts broke with confusion as they wondered what could've happened. Was it a fight? An accidental kill? Did Hayami have a sudden urge to win? No one knew, but it didn't sound good...

Okano looked at the photo of her dead friend- in an utter state of shock that he was killed by another friend of hers. Tears dripped down her cheek as she realised she'd never see Justice again. Never train with him, never go for a nightly jog with him, never do anything with him anymore. She was starting to see him as one of her best friends...but she wouldn't know if he felt the same.
Something changed in Okano as her brows furrowed and her breathing got gruff. She grabbed the bag she snatched and pulled out a knife, vowing to find Hayami and avenge her friend...whatever the cost.

As Okano started her mission to find the 'killer', the screen changed again, to a surprisingly happy version of Takebayashi. The class was somewhat surprised, Takebayashi actually had a good chance. Despite his lower skill in fighting than the others- he had an amazing will power, probably from spending too much time around Terasaka in maid cafes. He was relentless if he wanted to be.

As Ritsu spoke "killed in a forest fire", the class were once again utterly confused. Either one of the class had accidentally started a fire, or something with much more power was messing with them.

Terasaka gritted his teeth as he saw Takebayashi. Despite their unlikely friendship, they had spoke a fair amount at the maid cafes they went to. Takebayashi probably knew more about Terasaka than the squad did- his deeper darker secrets at least, the ones he wouldn't dare tell his gang.
Terasaka wiped the tear that was hanging off his eyelash, something else he wouldn't admit, as he leant back against the tree to see who the final death was.

The screen slowly changed again, the suspense killing the ex students. It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like hours. As the screen faded onto the final person- a girl.

Once Yada's photo was on there, the girls in the class were soon in tears, some of the guys crying too. No one expected Yada to be one of the first to go, but once they heard that she died the same way as Takebayashi, they understood how bad the fire would've been.

Kurahashi was weeping the most, her favourite person in the class was actually gone. Her only wish was to see her one last time to hug her. The sound of her tears woke Sugaya beneath her. His queasiness still apparent, but his main concern for the girl above him.

"What happened?" He reached up to her to try and wipe her tears.

Kurahashi sobbed as she explained the screen, showing who had died during the day. She was inconsolable as she listed the four who died- breaking into a larger sob as she got to Yada.

All Sugaya could do was hug her, he felt even more broken at hearing Justice had died too. Two of his closest friends were gone- he only begged Mimura was still okay. The two of them kept weeping as the screen and Ritsu faded away, making the whole arena almost pitch black- the only light emitted from the virtual moon in the glass sky.

As the whole class tried to settle down for the night, knowing it would be best to after the day they had, Nagisa stayed in his tree- staring at the fake moon. He sighed sadly, memories returning to him of their past encounters with Takaoka and how they survived them.
But this? This was worse.

Nagisa lay down, his mind drifting off to each one of his classmates- all dead and alive. The statement about Hayami lingered in his mind- he only begged there would be no more classmates killing classmates.

It was quiet in the arena. Only the sound of tears and he rustle of leaves in the breeze could be heard. The ex students were all asleep, except for Okano, only dreading in their dreams of how the next day would turn out...