Takezawa's Ghost - Episode 31

The top speed of the minicar that Aida drives is 100 kilometers per hour.

　If he charged in at that speed, he’d be able to partially destroy the yakuza office attached to Kondo Kaori’s bag.

　It’s a shabby, multi-tenant building with four floors. It’s not that difficult.

　Furthermore, it could seriously injure anyone inside… or even kill them.

　However, that is only if the driver is willing to sacrifice their life.

“Are you sure?”

　Even though I was the one who stole the compact car used for work and got everything ready, I went to check with Aida for one last thing.

“It’s okay. You’re a kind person.”

　kind.

　That’s not the case.

　If he were truly kind, he wouldn’t have gotten involved in this.

“Don’t make that face.”

　When he said that, I wondered what kind of face I had made.

　I thought I looked normal.

　While we were having this pointless exchange, Aida sat in the driver’s seat and fastened his seat belt.

　No matter what, Aida’s serious personality is apparent in the fact that he uses a seat belt for safety even though he is about to die.

“Well then. Live a long life.”

　Without waiting for a reply, the compact car, covered in dents, drove off.

“…It’s difficult for me.”

　Tomorrow is unclear, so if I think about it a few decades from now, there’s a good chance I’ll be dying a writhing death.

　but.

“…Maybe I should try a little harder.”

　This is my senior’s final request.

　Let’s just give it our all.

　15 minutes later.

　The Yakuza office in question was a sea of ​​flames.

　Japan’s excellent fire and rescue teams are working hard to prevent any further casualties.

　I am truly in awe.

　In two senses.

　First, of course, is the fact that they work themselves to the bone for the people.

　The other feeling is guilt at having played a part in this disaster.

　I’m sorry.

　But I’m not strong enough to choose any other option.

　A crowd of curious onlookers gathered around me, so I decided to quietly leave the place.

　I went there hoping to find any survivors, but there was no scent of life in the building.

　It stinks so badly, it doesn’t smell like life.

　If so, there’s no more need for me here.

　Let’s proceed with our revenge plan.

　Since the yakuza group she was working for collapsed, Kaori Kondo no longer had any bodyguards around her.

　If it’s just one woman, I can manage on my own.

　Although he has no talent, he has rented out the batting center where he previously tortured Kanzaki Miiko, so he imprisons her there.

　This time, too, I wanted the torture to be appropriate for the target of my revenge, but Aida had made so much progress with his plans that I didn’t have time to think about it.

　Well, that’s just self-satisfaction.

　What’s important is to clear Michi’s name.

　To do so, I sneak up behind Kondou Kaori.

　The moment I tried to strangle her to make her lose consciousness, her body stopped moving.

　I can’t move a single finger.

　I intuitively understand that this is not the work of humans.

　A phenomenon caused by otherworldly beings with abilities that defy common sense, such as Kunekune and Araki Junsuke.

“Shinji. It’s been a while.”

　My first name, something that no one would call me by now.

　However, if we go back in time, there was only one person who called it that.

“…Naoya.”

　There he saw his best friend, who was supposed to be dead.