Takezawa's Ghost - Episode 11

Let me tell you a little story from the past.

When I was in the lower grades of elementary school, some bullies beat me almost to death.

It wasn’t for the sake of the classmate who was being bullied. He was tearing up my textbooks and pulling my hair, and when I went to ask him what he enjoyed, he punched me, so I just fought back.

The area on his right cheek where he had been hit didn’t hurt, but the discomfort he felt was exacerbated by the fact that someone else had harmed him.

There were five of them, so they beat me up, but I didn’t feel pain, so I was able to fight for a long time. That’s why I sent five of them to the hospital.

Naturally, it caused quite a fuss, and I was scolded by many adults. I was told over and over again that hitting people is wrong.

“If you get hit, it will hurt too, right?!”

When my father told me that, it made me wonder what pain feels like.

Saying that angered my father. He must have thought I was underestimating him.

And then I received a loving fist.

I still feel sorry for making my son commit violence he didn’t want to commit to help him understand the pain of others.

But all I felt was bl00d and nothing else.

When my father saw me absentmindedly wiping the bl00d off myself, he realised that something was wrong with his son and took me to the hospital.

As a result, he was diagnosed with analgesia.

Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhidrosis.

The main symptoms are the absence of pain and the inability to sweat.

Because they don’t feel pain, they don’t realize they have suffered irreparable injuries, and because they don’t sweat, it’s hard for them to regulate their body temperature.

This alone is troublesome, but it also comes with mental retardation.

I think the most frightening thing was when I was told that I could develop complications such as adjustment disorder.

Ah. I had no choice but to accept that I was inferior to other people.

Of course, many people with disabilities have graduated from university and are working well.

So it’s my fault that I’m so close to the bottom.

It’s my negligence.

As a result of that negligence, I neglected my studies and failed the entrance exams.

He somehow managed to get into a high school that was known in the area for being stupid, but he spent his days being picked on by wannabe delinquents.

Because I don’t feel pain, I didn’t hesitate to use violence against them.

I didn’t understand why she cried and screamed when I hit back, even though she was the one who initiated the attack.

I even wondered if he was kidding me.

If I continued to do this, I was branded as a weirdo at school and it became even harder for me to make friends.

Always alone.

It was boring.

So I ended up doing the foolish thing of wandering around a busy downtown area late at night, looking for some outside excitement.

I had some unpleasant experiences there, too, but in terms of whether it was a positive or negative experience, I’d say it was a positive.

Because I met him and Samejima Naoya.

“You don’t feel any pain…?”

Even ghosts seem to flinch in front of beings they cannot understand.

I don’t care, but I wish they’d kill me soon.

Now that I remember, I want to see Naoya as soon as possible.

“I-it doesn’t matter. You’ll kill me. Kill …

He covers his eyes and seems conflicted about something.

It looks like it’s going to take a while, so I close my eyes.

“Let’s stop now. You lose.”

Then, a familiar female voice was heard.

She’s a female student.

Come to think of it, I was trying to use his power this time.

It was so faint I forgot about it.

By the way, it’s taking too long to arrive.

Perhaps it was because I felt relieved that an ally had come, but my consciousness began to fade.

Will you wake up next in the real world or hell?

While guessing which one it would be, I lost consciousness.