In the World of Crawling Dead The Record of War of a Certain High School

“That’s right… Why did I… Why did I run away…!”

“Seiji… No, Sei. You remembered, huh…”

“It’s not like I remembered! I only decided something that wasn’t there to be there! Why did this important matter…”

Immediately following, Tsubasa’s body shook, and he collapsed face upwards.

Slowly, in slow motion.

“...Tsubasa?”

Seiji called out to him, but there was no response.

“Tsubasa!”

Flustered, he rushed over and lift him up in his arms.

As he did that, his hand supporting Tsubasa’s back became smeared with something.

Nervously looking at his hand, he saw it dyed in a deep crimson color.

“Tsubasa, you’r hurt…”

“Sei… Hand…Hand…”

Tsubasa reached out his hand.

His hand trembled and it looked like he could collapse at any moment.

Seiji clutched his hand firmly.

“Tsubasa!!”

“Sei… I wonder if I was able to confront the past…”

“...You, you’re a fantastic guy. Years of what I couldn’t do, you…!”

“I’m glad… I’m happy.”

“The reason I didn’t oppose you was… I knew you were stronger. Therefore, I… Why did I run!”

“Sei… Next is… your turn… okay.”

“...”

“It’s your… turn to… fight… Even I… did it. The strength… of fighting… is in you…”

“Tsubasa… You…”

“We… will fight… If it’s… My… admirable Sei… Fight… Fight against… The resolution is…”

All the strength left Tsubasa’s hand.

Seiji clutched his hand for a while that was gradually growing cold and let it go before long.

“Tsubasa… you’re really cunning. …Watch me… Watch me fighting in my own way…”

Seiji stood up and took off his coat, putting it over Tsubasa’s face.

“So, rest a little, yeah…? See you.”

“Did you still not get in contact with Gin!?”

“N-no…”

The curly-haired yakuza had no choice but to subserviently hung his head.

If Gin, Kyoutaro’s right-hand man and their last ray of hope, was killed, there were only a few people that weren’t useless left.

“Boss, it’s bad!”

At that time, a young man ran toward Kyoutarou and the curly-haired yakuza.

“Shut up! What are you doing in front of the boss!”

“I-I apologize! But, it’s bad…”

“Explain.”

“Y-yes. The kid that was right there is approaching us! We have to hurry and escape!”

“Escape? Are you telling me to escape?”

“Yes.”

“Stop screwing around! I, Kyoutaro Tachibana, have never escaped since I was born!”

“However! If it continues like this, even Boss will die! If that happens, what’ll happen with the Rikka Group!”

“What about the Rikka Group!”

“The Rikka Group is our home! It’s the home we got after failing to get a job! I beg of you! Please, escape from here!”

“...Home, huh. …To have a brat say that to me, I can’t call myself a man.”

“Then!”

“Yeah, let’s do that. One day, I’ll come here again and take it for sure.”

“Yes!”

The brat turned on his heel.

“Well then, follow me!”

Immediately after that, the man’s body was flown off.

It was an explosion.

“W-what!”

As the curly-haired yakuza put himself on guard, two figures emerged from the pillars.

A thin boy and a fat boy.

“Unfortunately, we can’t have you leaving here alive. It would trouble us if you spread the news around that this is a safe place.”

“It’s a relief that you weren’t all killed by my bomb, but I think I might have made it a bit weak.”

It was Takumi and Ryou.

“You…”

As Kyoutarou fixed his gaze on the two of them, the curly-haired yakuza suddenly jumped out in front of them.

“Boss, hurry and escape! Here, I will take over!”

“Ugh, sorry!”

As Kyoutarou turned and broke off in a sprint, the curly-haired yakuza wielded the knife and rushed at Takumi.

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

“Ugh!”

He stops the man’s charge by twisting his body and hit him in the back with a backhand chop.

“...I’m not done!”

The yakuza swung the knife to the side, and Takumi crouched as he evaded it.

He lunged in that position, showing his willpower.

“I’m not… done!”

“It’s fine already so go to sleep!”

Ryou hit the man’s back with the hammer.

It felt like he broke a bone.

“...I’m telling you that I’m not done!”

Even then, the man didn’t stop.

“...What makes you go this far?”

“Guys like you, brats like you… If we let you look down on us, not only me, but the boss’s face will be sullied!”

The man threw another punch, but Takumi didn’t show any more mercy tihs time.

“My bad, but I can’t let him live. We can’t lose this place, you see.”

Takumi punched the man’s stomach, and Ryou swung the hammer down his head, breaking the skull, and the man ceased moving.

However, Takumi’s legs chasing after Kyoutarou stopped.

“...This man, is a praiseworthy Japanese. I wish to be like him.”

The man’s hand was grasping Takumi’s leg, clutching it and refusing to ever let go.