Chapter 7: “A Normal High School Boy”. Black_or_White.[แก้ไข]
Part 1[แก้ไข]
Kamijou Touma could not move.
He could not even stand up from the white bench.
He had nothing left to guide him.
Even if he could move his legs to walk and even if he had the strength to clench his right fist, what could he do? After seeing such a perfectly correct answer and after seeing such happiness, did he still have the courage to interfere and charge in toward someone else’s misfortune? It was true he may have resolved something. But there may have been another way. What if he could have travelled back in time and stopped those tragedies if he had only not been fooled back then and had known the answer from the beginning?
Anyone would have said that was nonsense, but Othinus had done it.
It may have been like seeing one’s opponent’s hand before playing one’s own and it may have exceeded what any human could do, but it was obvious whose answer had been more “correct”.
“…”
Evening had fallen.
The people gathered in the park had gradually left and Kamijou was soon left alone. Even so, everything he had seen there was burned into the insides of his eyelids.
What possible reason was there to destroy that?
Could he find a motive for fighting Othinus?
He wanted to return to his original world.
He wanted to return everything to normal.
He wanted to return to that normal everyday life he had believed would continue forever.
He wanted to take back the life of the boy named Kamijou Touma.
But…
He was the only one that wanted that.
He had believed that doing so was in everyone’s best interest, but that had been meaningless.
If he had to weigh the wide world against himself, he had always known which one to prioritize.
Othinus referred to herself as a god, and she had produced a result that lived up to that arrogance.
If that god protected this world of peace, created the people’s smiles, and behaved impeccably, what title befitted the person who opposed her?
There was only one answer.
“Yes.”
Kamijou covered his face with his hands as he sat in the bench.
“If anyone should be called evil, it’s me.”
He could no longer move.
He understood, so he could not move.
No matter what else he did, he would only trample on everyone else’s lives. The most he could do was feel he had saved them, but that self-satisfaction would destroy the balance of the world’s golden ratio. He could not do that. That was undeniable evil. If he saw someone else trying to do that very same thing, he would set everything aside and try to punch them. And there was no way of justifying treating himself as an exception.
It was over.
He had wondered what would happen if his heart broke during the many subsequent worlds.
This was probably the answer.
He would lose even the bare minimum of what it meant to be a living creature, he would be unable to move even a finger, and he would begin to rot while still alive.
“But…”
Letting it end like that might also be evil. He could still do something for everyone. Othinus had said his mere existence would eventually cause destruction. It was possible she could simply create a new world, but there were some things that would still be destroyed: the smiles of Index, Misaka Mikoto, and everyone else he knew. And not just that. He also bore the futures of people he did not know. There was no greater happiness than this, so any change would have to be a negative. The role he had been given could do nothing but mess up a good thing.
If he had become a trigger for nothing but that, he should bring an end to it now.
That had to be the case.
After all, that was the undeniably “right” answer.
“I get it.”
So…
So…
So…
“I get it, Othinus. I’ll go find somewhere to die.”
Slowly and silently, the boy stood up from the bench.
The motion resembled a balloon floating up into the evening sky after its string snapped. His small back seemed to melt into that orange world.
The countdown of his footsteps began.
Part 2[แก้ไข]
How should he kill himself?
Kamijou vaguely pondered that question as he wandered aimlessly through the streets. The answer would change where he had to go. He had never given it thought before. Othinus’s comments had been right on the mark. He had become so used to experiencing such unreasonable misfortune for so long that no normal trouble would kill him. Whether he was aware of it or not, he would somehow avoid death.
If he chose his method poorly, he would survive.
And that would undoubtedly damage this world of peace and smiles.
In which case, he could not casually and impulsively decide his own fate. He had to think over it carefully.
He needed a method which left no room for survival.
Once he made the action, there had to be no way of turning back no matter how much pathetically he trembled and had second thoughts.
There had to be a clear point of no return.
He did not know when the destruction would occur, so he had to come to the right answer on the first try.
“…”
As he wandered on unsteady legs, he realized this place was modeled after Academy City. However, the cityscape was a bit different. Most likely, the things unneeded in a perfect world were gone and new things had taken their place. For example, the laboratories of the dark side that were disguised as private institutions.
The most noticeable change was the lack of walls around the city. If the disputes between the magic side and science side were completely resolved, they would be unnecessary.
As he wandered about, he glimpsed the faces of the people who had left the orange-dyed park. They were all returning to their own small worlds and grasping their own happiness.
He turned toward some loud voices and saw a four girl group sitting around a table through a large restaurant window.
“In the end, I think your short temper is due to those salmon bentos, Mugino. I don’t know if you would call it chemical substances or chemical seasonings, but you need to watch out for any strong flavor like that!!”
“What? Frenda, I don’t want to hear that from someone who eats canned foods year round.”
“Come to think of it, you two eat salmon and mackerel. Why are you so super focused on seafood? Try to make your characters more super distinct.”
“…You two get along surprisingly well.”
A few more people walked by in front of Kamijou. They passed through the restaurant’s glass door and headed toward the girl group’s table.
“Nyah, nyah! What’s that delicious-looking stuff you’re eating, onee-chan!? Is it a new dish? Are they having a canned food fair!?”
“Fremea, I think she brought that in without asking. Look, the waitress over there is stiffly looking this way with a bitter smile.”
“Hamazura, you need to apologize for being super late! Also…those two are Komaba and Hanzou, right? Why is efficiency super dropping now that we got more underlings!?”
“Tch. That’s because Hanzou said turning back there was a shortcut.”
“Don’t blame me! It was because Leader Komaba wouldn’t leave that vending machine! Y’know, the one with the roulette!!”
“In the end, I can’t help but ask why my little sister is so attached to that extreme macho man.”
Kamijou had no intention of entering the restaurant, but the smell of food stimulated his hunger.
It seemed he still felt hunger at a time like this. He felt disgust at his own despicableness.
He patted his pocket and found he had his cell phone and wallet.
After walking a while longer, he found a food truck stopped on the side of the road. It seemed to be selling hot dogs.
“L-look, Sister Lucia! The hot dogs there are 2000 yen each! They must taste heavenly!”
“That is both gluttony and greed!!!!! A nun must not eat something like that!! Lidvia, you say something, too!!”
“Unfortunately, it appears Sister Orsola has already started eating one.”
The price was ridiculous, but this would be his final meal. He did not hold back and bought one along with a cup of soda.
After he received his food, a boy and two girls with brown skin passed by.
“Etzali, what are we going to do now?”
“Ask Tochtli. She’s the one that heard the commotion.”
“Wait. Don’t pass this off onto me. She’s practically your little sister and it isn’t easy calming her down once she starts pouting.”
As he sat on a guardrail and ate the food, he heard several voices from a nearby pedestrian bridge. First, he heard a gloomy teacher and a girl wearing a brightly-colored bee-like maid outfit. Neither of them noticed him.
“Sensei, what are we going to do now?”
“I hear an event is being held nearby. It appears to be a simple festival, but we should probably check it out.”
“Heh heh heh! Ha ha ha! So you mean this will be a festival date in yukatas? My Violence Donut is going to let out a roar!”
“You appear to have jumped ahead in the conversation like a scratched record, but try to calm down for now.”
Behind them were two girls with breasts larger than one would expect of students. They were glaring at each other so intensely it seemed sparks would fly.
They both had long hair. One had black hair that almost looked wet and the other had blonde hair that shined like honey, but they were both specialists at manipulating people’s minds.
“Don’t you think that was a bit much?”
“Oh, dear. I apologize, but I believe my comprehension ability is too poor to understand what you mean.”
“Oh, is that so? Is it that hard to comprehend that you shouldn’t recklessly use your Level 5 powers to cut in front of a line of elementary school children just to buy a hot dog!?”
“Ha ha ha. I told you I have poor comprehension ability☆”
Trying to kill himself with overconsumption of sugar and cholesterol would take too long.
After finishing his meal, Kamijou threw the containers in the trash and began walking through the orange city once more.
He passed by a woman in pajamas and a wheelchair and a girl with smartphones and other handheld devices hanging down from her neck.
“Oh, dear. As a Kihara, this peace is so bor
 
Chapter 7: “A Normal High School Boy”. Black_or_White.[แก้ไข]
Part 1[แก้ไข]
Kamijou Touma could not move.
He could not even stand up from the white bench.
He had nothing left to guide him.
Even if he could move his legs to walk and even if he had the strength to clench his right fist, what could he do? After seeing such a perfectly correct answer and after seeing such happiness, did he still have the courage to interfere and charge in toward someone else’s misfortune? It was true he may have resolved something. But there may have been another way. What if he could have travelled back in time and stopped those tragedies if he had only not been fooled back then and had known the answer from the beginning?
Anyone would have said that was nonsense, but Othinus had done it.
It may have been like seeing one’s opponent’s hand before playing one’s own and it may have exceeded what any human could do, but it was obvious whose answer had been more “correct”.
“…”
Evening had fallen.
The people gathered in the park had gradually left and Kamijou was soon left alone. Even so, everything he had seen there was burned into the insides of his eyelids.
What possible reason was there to destroy that?
Could he find a motive for fighting Othinus?
He wanted to return to his original world.
He wanted to return everything to normal.
He wanted to return to that normal everyday life he had believed would continue forever.
He wanted to take back the life of the boy named Kamijou Touma.
But…
He was the only one that wanted that.
He had believed that doing so was in everyone’s best interest, but that had been meaningless.
If he had to weigh the wide world against himself, he had always known which one to prioritize.
Othinus referred to herself as a god, and she had produced a result that lived up to that arrogance.
If that god protected this world of peace, created the people’s smiles, and behaved impeccably, what title befitted the person who opposed her?
There was only one answer.
“Yes.”
Kamijou covered his face with his hands as he sat in the bench.
“If anyone should be called evil, it’s me.”
He could no longer move.
He understood, so he could not move.
No matter what else he did, he would only trample on everyone else’s lives. The most he could do was feel he had saved them, but that self-satisfaction would destroy the balance of the world’s golden ratio. He could not do that. That was undeniable evil. If he saw someone else trying to do that very same thing, he would set everything aside and try to punch them. And there was no way of justifying treating himself as an exception.
It was over.
He had wondered what would happen if his heart broke during the many subsequent worlds.
This was probably the answer.
He would lose even the bare minimum of what it meant to be a living creature, he would be unable to move even a finger, and he would begin to rot while still alive.
“But…”
Letting it end like that might also be evil. He could still do something for everyone. Othinus had said his mere existence would eventually cause destruction. It was possible she could simply create a new world, but there were some things that would still be destroyed: the smiles of Index, Misaka Mikoto, and everyone else he knew. And not just that. He also bore the futures of people he did not know. There was no greater happiness than this, so any change would have to be a negative. The role he had been given could do nothing but mess up a good thing.
If he had become a trigger for nothing but that, he should bring an end to it now.
That had to be the case.
After all, that was the undeniably “right” answer.
“I get it.”
So…
So…
So…
“I get it, Othinus. I’ll go find somewhere to die.”
Slowly and silently, the boy stood up from the bench.
The motion resembled a balloon floating up into the evening sky after its string snapped. His small back seemed to melt into that orange world.
The countdown of his footsteps began.
Part 2[แก้ไข]
How should he kill himself?
Kamijou vaguely pondered that question as he wandered aimlessly through the streets. The answer would change where he had to go. He had never given it thought before. Othinus’s comments had been right on the mark. He had become so used to experiencing such unreasonable misfortune for so long that no normal trouble would kill him. Whether he was aware of it or not, he would somehow avoid death.
If he chose his method poorly, he would survive.
And that would undoubtedly damage this world of peace and smiles.
In which case, he could not casually and impulsively decide his own fate. He had to think over it carefully.
He needed a method which left no room for survival.
Once he made the action, there had to be no way of turning back no matter how much pathetically he trembled and had second thoughts.
There had to be a clear point of no return.
He did not know when the destruction would occur, so he had to come to the right answer on the first try.
“…”
As he wandered on unsteady legs, he realized this place was modeled after Academy City. However, the cityscape was a bit different. Most likely, the things unneeded in a perfect world were gone and new things had taken their place. For example, the laboratories of the dark side that were disguised as private institutions.
The most noticeable change was the lack of walls around the city. If the disputes between the magic side and science side were completely resolved, they would be unnecessary.
As he wandered about, he glimpsed the faces of the people who had left the orange-dyed park. They were all returning to their own small worlds and grasping their own happiness.
He turned toward some loud voices and saw a four girl group sitting around a table through a large restaurant window.
“In the end, I think your short temper is due to those salmon bentos, Mugino. I don’t know if you would call it chemical substances or chemical seasonings, but you need to watch out for any strong flavor like that!!”
“What? Frenda, I don’t want to hear that from someone who eats canned foods year round.”
“Come to think of it, you two eat salmon and mackerel. Why are you so super focused on seafood? Try to make your characters more super distinct.”
“…You two get along surprisingly well.”
A few more people walked by in front of Kamijou. They passed through the restaurant’s glass door and headed toward the girl group’s table.
“Nyah, nyah! What’s that delicious-looking stuff you’re eating, onee-chan!? Is it a new dish? Are they having a canned food fair!?”
“Fremea, I think she brought that in without asking. Look, the waitress over there is stiffly looking this way with a bitter smile.”
“Hamazura, you need to apologize for being super late! Also…those two are Komaba and Hanzou, right? Why is efficiency super dropping now that we got more underlings!?”
“Tch. That’s because Hanzou said turning back there was a shortcut.”
“Don’t blame me! It was because Leader Komaba wouldn’t leave that vending machine! Y’know, the one with the roulette!!”
“In the end, I can’t help but ask why my little sister is so attached to that extreme macho man.”
Kamijou had no intention of entering the restaurant, but the smell of food stimulated his hunger.
It seemed he still felt hunger at a time like this. He felt disgust at his own despicableness.
He patted his pocket and found he had his cell phone and wallet.
After walking a while longer, he found a food truck stopped on the side of the road. It seemed to be selling hot dogs.
“L-look, Sister Lucia! The hot dogs there are 2000 yen each! They must taste heavenly!”
“That is both gluttony and greed!!!!! A nun must not eat something like that!! Lidvia, you say something, too!!”
“Unfortunately, it appears Sister Orsola has already started eating one.”
The price was ridiculous, but this would be his final meal. He did not hold back and bought one along with a cup of soda.
After he received his food, a boy and two girls with brown skin passed by.
“Etzali, what are we going to do now?”
“Ask Tochtli. She’s the one that heard the commotion.”
“Wait. Don’t pass this off onto me. She’s practically your little sister and it isn’t easy calming her down once she starts pouting.”
As he sat on a guardrail and ate the food, he heard several voices from a nearby pedestrian bridge. First, he heard a gloomy teacher and a girl wearing a brightly-colored bee-like maid outfit. Neither of them noticed him.
“Sensei, what are we going to do now?”
“I hear an event is being held nearby. It appears to be a simple festival, but we should probably check it out.”
“Heh heh heh! Ha ha ha! So you mean this will be a festival date in yukatas? My Violence Donut is going to let out a roar!”
“You appear to have jumped ahead in the conversation like a scratched record, but try to calm down for now.”
Behind them were two girls with breasts larger than one would expect of students. They were glaring at each other so intensely it seemed sparks would fly.
They both had long hair. One had black hair that almost looked wet and the other had blonde hair that shined like honey, but they were both specialists at manipulating people’s minds.
“Don’t you think that was a bit much?”
“Oh, dear. I apologize, but I believe my comprehension ability is too poor to understand what you mean.”
“Oh, is that so? Is it that hard to comprehend that you shouldn’t recklessly use your Level 5 powers to cut in front of a line of elementary school children just to buy a hot dog!?”
“Ha ha ha. I told you I have poor comprehension ability☆”
Trying to kill himself with overconsumption of sugar and cholesterol would take too long.
After finishing his meal, Kamijou threw the containers in the trash and began walking through the orange city once more.
He passed by a woman in pajamas and a wheelchair and a girl with smartphones and other handheld devices hanging down from her neck.
“Oh, dear. As a Kihara, this peace is so bor
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