I'm going to die! But in return, your life is over too. So, struggle through the pain! - Chapter 3

A power greater than any local politician.

That’s who I decided to confront.

And I chose a company everyone knows, a company that’s everywhere: the Japan Public Railway Company.

Simply put, it’s the company that runs the trains.

Since it’s semi-governmental, even a prefectural councilman would have a hard time covering anything up.

I considered using buses, but those could easily be suppressed. That’s why I settled on the train.

Today, my life will end.

But I have no regrets.

I’ve destroyed everything unrelated to the evidence of the bullying.

Of course, that includes The Encyclopedia of Murder.
Now, the real battle begins.

6:20 AM
At this time, Furuyanagi takes the train to school.
If he commuted by car, this plan would’ve been over before it began.

But as the son of a councilman, he avoids showing signs of extravagance to maintain appearances.

That’s why he takes the train—this is my opportunity.
I wait on the platform for twenty minutes.
Finally, Furuyanagi shows up.

He takes the train early for judo practice, so his commute time is slightly different from other students. Still, there are salarymen and other students around.

“Yo, Furuyanagi.”

“What the hell, Pig Boy? Seeing your ugly face first thing in the morning ruins my day. Don’t show me that disgusting mug.”
I intentionally speak in a low voice.

“Seeing your face ruins my day too, you piece of trash.”
I deliberately provoke him.

“What did you say? You want me to beat you up again?”

“Idiot. You’re always going on about how you’re going to kill me, but you’re too much of a coward to actually do it.”

It feels good.

Having accepted my fate, I feel no fear.

The idiot Furuyanagi grabs me by the collar.

“Resorting to violence again? You must really hate me, you pathetic fool.”

I keep my voice calm and measured.

“You filthy pig—I’ll kill you!”

Got him.

I’ve been goading him into saying that line every time.
Every time I made a sad face, he’d repeat it like a reflex.
And here, on this platform, there are surveillance cameras.
This proves he had clear intent to kill.

Now, go ahead—hit me.

Unable to hold back, Furuyanagi punches me.

The train is approaching.

It’s over, Furuyanagi. I’ve won.

I let myself collapse and fall from the platform.

The train doesn’t stop—it keeps coming.

Crunch.

An unbearable pain engulfs me, and my consciousness fades.

And with this, I… I’ve probably died.