Takezawa's Ghost - Episode 10

I hate violence.

A simple power that even someone with nothing like me could use.

However, that is exactly why I believe from the bottom of my heart that it is a foolish act.

Violence that can be used without much effort.

All you need is a courageous spirit.

All I brought with me was this hopeless talent.

If you ask why…

“Die! Die! Die!”

Oops.

　At the moment, she was busy looking after the little brat who was having a tantrum.

Every time the kid yelled that, I felt an impact on my fingers, forehead, and legs.

Each time this happens, a mark like a bruise is left behind.

I imagine this is a recreation of the impact of being hit by a car.

“Die!”

Bang!

The impact was particularly strong on my ribs, and I was sent flying with force.

It was blown into the kitchen, shattering the plates and cups that were left out.

The shrapnel pierces his head with force, causing him to bleed.

Oh no.

　I’ll have to buy it again.

I wonder if this is covered by insurance or something.

Ghost insurance.

If something so unrealistic happens, surely there must be people selling insurance like this?

I’ll look for it later.

As soon as I got into the kitchen, I grabbed a knife.

It’ll probably be useless, but I’ll try slashing the kid with it.

Fluffy.

…I guess it’s impossible after all.

Physical attacks are ineffective.

In short, I can’t use violence, which is the only thing I’m good at.

If that happens, there isn’t much you can do.

Either I wait for the kid to get bored and stop attacking, or I die.

Judging by the kid’s broken eyes, the odds of his dying were about 1:9.

Still, I’m not scared at all.

Just a lost kid.

I’ll be killed by that brat.

Well, these days, even a small slip of the tongue can mean losing everything.

In the midst of all this, I picked a fight with a ghost.

There’s no way around dying.

But… one last thing.

I stand up.

“Hey! Don’t do anything unnecessary!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m just going to smoke a cigarette.”

“Cigarettes…?”

I don’t usually smoke much, but since I thought I was about to die, I thought I’d have one last smoke.

He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case in his pocket and lit it on the stove.

“…Sue.”

Bad.

I didn’t get what was so good about it until the very end.

It’s unnecessarily expensive.

In the first place, I started smoking frequently as I became friends with Aida.

I wanted to talk to that person smoking a cigarette with such gusto in the smoking area.

Recently, I’ve been coughing every time I put it in my lungs, which has been a real pain.

But thanks to practice, I’m now able to smoke normally.

The next day, I went into the smoking area and was strangely happy when Aida said to me, “Oh, Takezawa smokes too. That’s unusual for someone so young.”

I somehow felt like I had joined the ranks of adults.

“…? What? There’s no need to wait. Just keep attacking. You’re going to kill me, right?”

For some reason, the impact had stopped, so I told the brat.

“You don’t have to tell me that!”

This time it’s the face.

Just like that, I thought his head had been blown off, but it was still attached.

The human body is surprisingly strong.

With that thought in mind, I continued to receive the attack.

Perhaps an hour had passed.

What is happening to my body now?

Even with blurry vision, it was clear that some unidentifiable organs were sticking out, so it must have been quite a horrific scene.

“What the hell?! Who are you?!”

Why did this unharmed kid end up feeling cornered?

It would be an overwhelmingly advantageous situation.

“Why aren’t you screaming or crying?! It must hurt! At least look like you’re in pain!”

…Ah. I see.

Are your vocal cords still functioning?

…Okay. I can still speak.

It wasn’t a big deal, but I decided to explain it to the kid to help him understand.

“I don’t feel any pain.”