Part 1[แก้ไข]
It was early summer.
Sakamaki Izayoi was enjoying the sweet fragrance of early summer at the riverbank. Admiring the sun, he muttered to himself "Ah, found a dark spot. Maybe the sun really is entering a glacial period."
His motto was "The heavens did not create man above myself" and he seemed to prefer global warming to global cooling.
He had no inclination to go to school, so instead he tried to think of ways to play around at the riverbank while still wearing a uniform, but any he could think of would be embarrassing if seen by strangers. And if he were to be seen by someone he knew, they would end up pointing a finger at his back afterwards for sure.
"There’s gotta be something fun going on."
Taking off his headphones, he heard the voices of a group of delinquents standing around wearing long coats with "Fighting Spirit" written on them. In the middle, there was a boy being beaten up by them, and forced to kneel and apologize.
"Hey, this is terrific, this guy is really crying. Disgusting, let’s throw him into the river to get him clean."
"Then let’s make him jump in butt naked, with both his hands and legs tied up!"
"Hiii.....!"
The boy was trembling in a squatting position. Sakamaki Izayoi slowly sat up and started talking to the group that was still kicking and hitting the boy a few dozen meters away.
"Aaah, I’m bored. Really bored. If I could sell my boredom, I’m confident I could make a living. Hey, dumb looking fools over there, how about you provide me some entertainment and I will reward you with a nice long-term vacation at the hospital."
"Come on, take off your clothes fast and jump into the river already!"
"Let’s at least tie his hands together. As long as his legs are free, he won’t die."
"Help me........Help me....Help me...."
There was no reaction to Sakamaki Izayoi’s words. It was to be expected.
He didn’t yell at them, and just spoke as if to someone right beside him. There was no way his words could have reached them; they just got carried away by the wind instead. Because of the beating he'd taken, the boy’s face was quite unsightly. He was covered in dirt, tears, and nasal fluids.
"................"
Sakamaki Izayoi stood up without saying a word.
He picked up a few palm sized stones from the ground, then started throwing them while yelling, "Let me in on the fun too!"
The impact of the stone blew away the whole riverside. That's not a figure of speech. There's no need for rectification.
Exactly as described, the stone flew at the stupidly high speed of the Third Cosmic Velocity, and with a thunderous roar and huge cloud of dust, blew away the delinquents, the boy, and the riverside alike.
"Arghh!"
"It-It’s Sakamaki Izayoi! Everyone, run for it!"
"He-Help...."
"I'll keep 'em coming!"
The stones continued to fly, accompanied by resounding laughter, and left craters upon impact, just like a bombardment would. Both the delinquents and the bullied boy ran away, terrified.
And just to be clear, Sakamaki Izayoi didn't throw those stones to save that boy.
"Crush the strong, crush the weak" was also one of his mottos.
"Haha! Pathetic, pathetic! Is 'Fighting Spirit' only on the back of your coats?"
Sakamaki Izayoi was holding his stomach and laughing as he watched them run away. He kept rolling about with laughter and stamping his feet on the ground.
The only sound remaining in the area was the sound of his laughter. There was no one else around, and so when Izayoi stopped laughing the area became quiet.
There was no sign of anyone else near the riverbank. Boys and girls his age are probably having lunch in school right around this time.
Sakamaki Izayoi stood up silently.
"........Boring."
He said, expressing his deepest feelings. He only found the scene of the delinquents and the boy running away ironic; he did not get any real enjoyment out of it. He laughed loudly, but it was just for show. It was far from real fun. Sakamaki Izayoi let his feelings of emptiness go with a deep sigh, and turned his back on the riverside.
".....Hm?"
Woosh. At the same time he started to move, a strong sideways wind started blowing. A sealed letter was dancing in the wind and - after following a very unnatural trajectory - it delivered itself into Izayoi’s bag, like a thread through the eye of a needle.
"....What the hell was that?"
He took out the mysterious letter.
The recipient's name was written neatly on the envelope: "To Sakamaki Izayoi-dono.