Takezawa's Ghost - Episode 21

For a while, Michi didn’t move.

　It’s no wonder. The difference in their strength is on the same level as that between a tiger and a rabbit.

　But Michi was not a weak rabbit.

　It was clear from the atmosphere that he was refusing to admit defeat against a superior opponent.

　There was more power in his eyes than when he glared at me when we first met on the train.

　It’s so powerful that a normal person would run away as fast as they could.

　What did Kunekune, who was subjected to that determination and malice, do? He just started grinning.

“Don’t make that scary face. It ruins your pretty face.”

　The moment I heard that line, I knew what kind of man he was.

　He shows no respect to an opponent who is giving it his all.

　Even if you know that the other person is weaker than you, if you are prepared to face them with all your might,

　That is the minimum level of courtesy when exchanging lives.

　However, Kunekune does not recognize Michi as an enemy.

　Because I’m a woman. Because I’m a high school girl.

　For such a stupid reason, I look down on them.

　That arrogance will always find an opening that can be exploited.

“Ah. Are you scared of my spiritual powers? Well, let me solve it for you.”

　Unleash spiritual power?

　I don’t know, but wouldn’t that be a significant handicap?

“See!”

　As Kunekune said, the unpleasant aura he always gave off disappeared.

　It hasn’t been mitigated.

　It has disappeared.

　What was there was a human-shaped object with just a squishy face.

　We weren’t stupid enough to miss this opportunity.

　Bang!

　At the same time, the two of them delivered a body blow to the careless bastard.

……..

“Wait. Hold on a second…”

　There’s no way I’ll wait.

　If I give him even a little leeway, that dreaded spiritual power will revive again.

　So Michi and I just kept punching and kicking.

　This may not be the right time to say this, but Michi’s methods of attack are physical.

　The kid’s attack was an attempt to recreate the car collision that took his life, but Michi is no different from me as a human.

If the methods of a ghost’s attacks are influenced by the trauma of violence or accidents suffered in life, then the bullying Michi suffered may not only be psychological.

　As someone who uses violence while simultaneously hating violence, it makes me feel uncomfortable to even think about it that way.

　This is a good time to release that stress by hitting him in a wiggling manner.

　I haven’t done anything wrong in this case, but I think I should be forgiven for this.

　Considering the trouble I’ve caused you over the past few days, it will be more than worth it.

　Repeated punching and kicking.

　Punch, kick, punch, kick, punch, kick, punch, kick.

　I intend to keep going until she stops squirming, but she doesn’t resist and shows no signs of losing consciousness.

　Maybe he wouldn’t say immortal or anything.

　If so, that would be too much hassle.

“…It’s noisy, so come and see.”

　As I began to feel uneasy about what lay ahead, I heard a voice that sounded dejected.

　It’s Machida-san.

“M-Machida-san! Do something about these guys!”

　He writhes, desperately calling for help.

　She replies with a big smile:

“There’s no way I’d do something like that, you stalker.”

　Step by step, it gets closer and closer.

　All the while, he’s smiling.

　His expression was more terrifying than any ordinary tough guy’s face.

　It was the kind of ferocious smile that only a strong man could show, able to release the madness he had been suppressing until now.

　Come to think of it, I read that somewhere.

　Smiling was originally a facial expression used by the primates, our human ancestors, to intimidate others.

　Over time, it came to have the positive meaning it has today.

　Machida-san is now smiling as usual.

　With his gums exposed, he wiggles and smiles as if to convey that he is about to do something cruel.

“Finally, the time has come to kill you.”

　A long Japanese sword appears out of space.

“Die.”

　Saying this, Machida swings his Japanese sword down.

　Michi and I left the place so we wouldn’t get caught up in it.

　I once again realized that living people are scary, too.