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[rattlesnake1999]

Ryu and Helvis (Hells)

Cain and Abel

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Kutou fans.

[kb11rd]

They should kiss

[lady-of-the-spirit]

One of the things they dont tell you about getting into manga is that depending on what translation you're exposed to first, you might end up referring to people or places with names that are completely different than what they are in other more popular translations.

[lesbiangiratina]

Oh im stupid someone uploaded the yyh mini cd songs a couple months after i got the cds i shouldnt have been lazy. Whatever im gonna upload nightmare on here to make myself feel better because the version i reblog on here when i feel insane about it kind of sounds like shit. Nightmare

[leafnincosplay]

The gardens of Kutou

How appropriate it was that it was overcast when we went out since Kutou is usually overcast or rainy (it's Seattle lol!) I had to get photos with this cool looking tree. The ground was far too rough for me to stand barefoot on. Yui please wear shoes once in a while!

📸 by Dreaming of Cosplay

[sasiasaan]

WLW angels translation of the inscription is something like: Suck some dick, Ryu Kutou

[astryelle]

Taiyuu Round 1

Perhaps this isn’t a good idea.

And by that, Lana means it’s an awful one. Terrible. Bad, bad, bad idea. Spars on the first day of school? An invitation for disaster.

But, this is a new hero school and it did offer the highest scholarship, so Lana’s content to keep her opinions to herself.

After a short-lived introduction of the 1-B homeroom teacher, the classes are ushered outside to a large dirt field with a white ring. Each class is separated on either side and are paired off for the ill-fated spar. But maybe she’s being hasty; there’s a chance this will go well.

It does not go well.

Granted, it’s a nice day for things to go wrong. The sky is clear and it’s a nice temperature for late April with a thready breeze to keep everyone just enough on their toes to not get too comfortable. The ground is no longer hard from the winter’s cold, but it’s not warm and muddy from the spring rains. If she had to choose a day for things to go poorly, this would be it.

Tokachi and her lanky opponent are the first ones to go. They enter the ring, ready to spar. It’s a bad lineup for the stringy boy, but the fight is over quickly.

As Tokachi’s round ends, a body goes flying towards the stands. Lana leaps at the tall form, planting a hand on the back and teleporting them to the ground. She pants. “Too klose.” “Sorry!” Tokachi hurries over to help the string bean boy up. “Are you okay?”

He blinks owlishly before nodding once. “Fine.”

Wolfsboon and the 1-A teacher come over, hovering over the string bean. “Are you hurt?” the 1-A teacher asks him. “I’m fine.” Wolfsboon huffs. “Then get back to the stands. We need to keep moving.” With that, he spins on his heel and stalks back to his post.

The 1-A teacher sighs and glances back at the match-ups. “The next round is Takakutou Shakou vs Ogura Sv...vb...t....”

She suppresses a sigh at the butchering of her name. “Just Lana.”

The 1-A teacher smiles apologetically and points her toward the field. Win, Tokachi signs.

I will, Lana replies.

Lana lines up with...with....she forgot her name. “Takakutou Shakou, 1-A versus Ogura Lana, 1-B.”

Takakutou. Right. She should remember that.

“Go!”

Lana ducks under Takakutou’s first swing and twists mid-air to swipe at the girl. Takakutou dodges the attack, stopping hard enough to kick up dust. She bares her teeth and sinks into a low stance.

Takakutou doesn’t have any obvious hints to her quirk. Lana doesn’t want to get too close until she knows what she’s dealing with. She ducks another hit, closer this time. Takakutou does a sudden pivot and draws a circle in the dust. She slams her palm into it and it explodes.

Lana hops back-not too close to the edge of the ring-and shields her eyes.

Mistake 1: Don’t take your eyes off your opponent.

She quickly corrects the error, but when Lana looks up, Takakutou is already coming at her, marker(?) at the ready.

Lana teleports behind Takakutou.

Don’t let her touch you.

Takakutou spins around and brings a leg to Lana’s stomach. She leans back to avoid the blow, narrowly missing the punch that quickly follows.

“Fucking gargoyle-!” Takakutou rights herself and dodges a kick to her chest, falling into the dust. Very original. Gargoyle.

Lana suppresses the second sigh of today and prepares to redirect another attack.

Suddenly, Takakutou stops, sneering.

The ring explodes in dust and dirt.

I need a better view.

Lana disappears and pops back in well above the ground. Amidst the cloud of dust, she can make out two blue pigtails.

Found you.

Gravity takes over and the whole world tips as the ground gets closer, wind screaming in her ears, mixing with a few cries of her own classmates. Teachers move to stop her from splattering against the field.

She ignores them, shifts her falling position and counts down.

5

4

3

2

1

Now

Feet before the ground, Lana vanishes, dispelling the dust cloud.

She appears over Takakutou’s back and grabs her shoulders. As Lana’s sneakers hit the ground, she braces herself and pulls Takakutou over over her head, releasing at the last second.

Takakutou goes flying out of bounds.

“Ogura Sv...bt...Lana! Ogura Lana wins!”

Lana walks to the edge of the ring, offering Takakutou a hand. The girl glares at her before getting up herself, stalking back to her group.

She shrugs it off and does the same. “Nice, Ogura-chan!” Kottoba breaks from the class and slaps her on the back. “1-B!” She whoops. Some of the bolder students join her, while the loud students in 1-A throw back cheers for their own homeroom.

Wolfsboon then barks for them to shut up and they move to the next spar.

Takakutou shoots her glares from the other end of the field.

This is going to be a long year.

But, it may prove interesting.

Well. There’s only one way to find out.

@taiyuu-high-oct

A/N: I created the gifs above, so I hope this counts as multimedia because your girl did not make that 1k word mark.

[indecentpause]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Let's talk music and dancing! What kind of Instruments are favored? Any beloved songs for special days or heroes? Is dancing a celebration or a sinful act to be shunned? Does it play any special roles on holidays or rituals like marriages?

WBWs will all be in reference to The Princess and The Pirate!

Instrumental preferences vary from country to country, but one thing that has travelled between cultures over the centuries is drums! Each culture has its own style, but when it comes to dancing (especially happy dancing) there are always very heavy drumbeats. In Selan and Jannah, sometimes they’ll dance to only drums! Record players are becoming very popular so now even the poorest and most rural of families can have music without having to hire a band. There are often communal listening parties in the poorer areas of town, where some people pitch in for the record player to share and each person has their own small collection of records (this also includes audio dramas and opera!)

Drumming, however, is such an important part of even the incredibly different cultures and subcultures of the Five Kingdoms, that almost everyone can hold a beat, even if it’s tapping a foot while waiting in a line or drumming on a desk with a pencil! It’s said it connects the heartbeat to the music, which is one reason some Kutou and Hongnan rituals have drumless music for funerals: the heartbeat has been severed from them and they don’t want to confuse the spirit’s passing into the next plane. Religions vary but most people believe in reincarnation, so it’s thought that having a drum connecting your soul to your current body will confuse it and potentially keep it there, and when your body is buried or cremated, there goes your soul with it.

There are a lot of call and response style songs in Selan, (think of someone singing “Sweet Caroline!” and all the people around yelling “BAH BAH BAH!”) These are especially popular among children and are therefore used in schools to help teach kids things like counting and spelling and such. If it can be taught, there’s at least one song teaching you how to do it. This tradition has spread almost everywhere except the furthest outskirts, but they have their own traditions of rhyme and song there, too.

Songs about the Four Gods are plentiful and range from ballad storytelling (think The Iliad) to outright declarations of love and devotion. There are even some that can be seen as ‘calling out’ a God’s historical actions, like ‘hey I know you made this flood happen, yeah I guess we deserved it but that was also kinda shitty.’ There are a ton of songs fur ritual and celebration, and everyone knows them whether they are religious or not. (Like everyone in the US knows “Jingle Bells” despite what they believe and where they come from). Many songs have become secular over the years, more about changing seasons than holidays or the reasons behind them, but there are still plenty of people who worship one or more of the Four Gods, enough that certain important holidays involve all the shops closing down and all work being put on hold and spending time with family, friends, and the community, often with a great big party. Even nonreligious people take this time to reflect on themselves and their lives and are always welcome to join the festivities.

Dancing! Oh, the dancing! Dancing is a huge part of every culture and subculture from the Kings and Queens down to the child who sweeps the flour up from the bakery storefront. Dancing is especially celebrated on holidays and things like weddings, graduations, and births, and some cultures even have much slower, calmer dances that are more ritualistic for funerals. This is most common in Kutou, Hongnan, and Beijiya, but it does happen everywhere.

Some religious sub-sects don’t allow dancing during serious ritual (like funerals) but they don’t universally condemn dancing, they just feel like there’s a time and place.

I know I keep saying everything is everywhere but the Five Countries are a HUGE melting pot and people with descent from any of them can be found in any place there. Part of this was because of land wars many centuries ago, and now that there has been peace for so long, travel and intermingling is VERY common and a lot of old trade routes have become connecting roads/railroads between them. The countries are small enough that the furthest you really have to go is a day or two long train ride, and since most people travel by train or airship, they are very comfortable and nice.

Thank you so much for asking and sorry I’m a day late! This was really fun to do!

[rattlesnake1999]

Kutou Ryu (Hells)

True name: Abel

[woodelflady]

I'M A REINCARNATION OF WHO???

Family Reunion

[take-the-art]

Ryu Kutou from Hells 💜

[leenaevilin]

[Announcement] 舞台「苦闘のラブリーロバー」(butai kutou no lovely robber)

the DVD will be released June 2021☆ ☆ ☆

Cast:

Yonehara Kousuke as(泥棒)

Kobayashi Ryou as Hirocchi (ひろっち)

Miyagi Koudai as Taniyan (谷ヤン)

Ikuta Teru as Yukkii (ゆっきー)

Yamanaka Shouta as Shinta (シンタ)

Hirosawa Mai as Aiai (あいあい)

Nomoto Sora as Natsuki (菜月)

Shiozaki Kousei as Ani (兄)

Taniguchi Masashi as Gotou (ごとぅ)

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[ffamranxii]

With the release of the first volume of Byakko Senki, I finally got off my ass and decided to read Genbu Kaiden. The two priestesses are tied together similar to Miaka and Yui, so it made sense.

I’m three chapters in and my only thought so far is “So Kutou was always a kingdom of assholes, huh.”

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Chase the Sun

Author’s Note: This is a request I answered for @akusen-kutou, and I hope it turned out as close to what you imagined!

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Pairing: Modern Floki x Reader

Word Count: 2774

Warnings: Language

Floki was feeling old. In fact, it was something Ivar and Hvitserk had said to him earlier during lunch. He cherished the moments spent in the company of the sons of his old friend, and the ribbing shared among them. But that afternoon had been different. The taunts he had received had lingered in a manner most unexpected, like an uninvited guest.

"You boys are starting to look old. You better hurry up and marry soon, or all the good ones will be gone," He teased Ragnar's two sons across the table from him.

"Take a look in the mirror, old man. We're not the ones who are actually…" Ivar paused with a smirk. 

"Old," Hvitserk supplied around a mouthful of spaghetti. 

Laughter erupted at the table as they tucked in.

At the time he hadn't thought much of it, but something unpleasant had remained with him when he thought about his age and where he was in this moment of his life. 

Since Helga's passing in an automobile accident five years ago, he had remained a widower. The first year he had been lost in his grief and had thrown himself into his work. Then one became two, and the idea of finding someone new had been put upon him. His loved ones were only showing their concern, so he tried not to hold it against them, but the idea of anyone else in his life that wasn't Helga was strange. It would have felt like replacing her.

More years had passed, and in that time he had forgotten about being alone and had come to accept it. He embraced tragedy with a quiet aloofness. It never bothered him before, or maybe he had just refused to let it. Helga would be mad that he turned reclusive once again. It was how she found him when they first fell in love, and she had managed her way into his heart while also coaxing him out into the open. Floki knew himself to be bizarre, and maybe even crazy, but he would never apologize or try to change how he was. If others didn't understand him, then he would simply remove himself from their company. It seemed he had slipped back into that old habit.

The night was cold as he walked the streets. The last bits of autumn were clinging to hold on as winter chased close behind. Lights and wreaths were being hung on storefronts as the holiday season began, and sales were flashed in big numbers to lure in the early shopper. Christmas used to be Floki's favorite time of the year, only because it was Helga's. He would construct all sorts of decorations around their home, to the point where it looked like clutter, just to see her smile. Last year he hadn't even bothered with a tree.

He rounded the corner of the block, coming close to the park. It was where he liked to frequent when he had thoughts that he couldn't silence. The stars were more visible when standing under the shade of the trees, away from the streetlights. Floki believed in the divine, a being that was something greater than himself. He wouldn't call it God, and he never attended church, but he felt a deep connection to unseen forces. It gave him hope that Helga was still out there and that the soul was eternal. Their separation was only a temporary thing, something he would have to navigate alone.

"Floki!"

He startled at his name being called and had not realized he had stumbled so far into the park. Retracting from the bush, he stumbled out onto an empty pathway. Just ahead was a wooden bench, and a small lamp that's pale glow pierced the dark of the small pocket of the park he was in. He strained his ears, holding his breath as he tried to listen to the unfamiliar voice.

"Floki, come back here."

He frowned at the command. Should he answer? Who would even know he was there? The voice wasn't ringing any bells. He stepped further onto the path when a large creature came bounding down towards him. Swallowing back a gasp, Floki was pounced on by a lummox of a German Shepherd.

"You're a big one," He managed to say as he pushed back on the snout of the beast that was preoccupied with digging his nose into Floki's coat. A handsome specimen and he was quick to forget his annoyance at being caught off guard as he knelt down to stroke the dog behind the collar. "What are you doing out here, huh?"

"Floki!" He heard the unfamiliar voice call out again in distress. 

"Right here," He replied without thought, caught up in his new wild friend. Floki had an appreciation for all living things, and he might have suggested opening a zoo to Helga once or twice. It was a good thing she always refused. 

"Oh thank goodness," The voice said, coming from the same direction that the shepherd had sprung out of. He now had a face to go with the voice, and it was one he couldn't recall. Had they ever met before?

"There you are," You said, coming closer to the dog whose attention leaped back onto you from Floki. The shepherd showered you with excited licks across the face as you crouched down. You were laughing from the affection, and Floki felt a sudden disappointment at the loss of his new furry friend. "Thank you for finding him. We've been trying off-leash, but it's not going so well."

"Oh, it was no trouble. He found me," Floki replied as he stood away, feeling awkward and neglected now that the dog had you back.

You clipped a red leash back onto the leather collar while the shepherd observed you with blind trust. His tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth when you gave him a brisk scratch on the chin. "So what now, Floki?"

Floki frowned. There you went again, and he was certain this time that he hadn't let slip his name. "What do you mean?"

You looked back at him with confusion. "I'm not sure I understand," You said.

Floki did. The realization struck swift as lightning as he looked down at the dog and then back to you. An airy giggle set out from his lips before he could contain it, and he was glad for it. It truly was a funny coincidence. 

"Floki," He said pointing to himself, and then at the dog. "Floki."

Your face bloomed into a delighted smile. "That's your name?"

"Yes. I thought we'd met once, and I had forgotten you, but you were searching for this one the whole time," He explained with much relief. 

"You know, he got the name completely by mistake. I had meant to call him Loki, but when the license arrived in the mail, it said Floki. And actually both the F and L were capitalized, so the clerk must have hit the F accidentally," You explained in a rushed ramble. "Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear all of that."

"No, no. I've never met another namesake before, and one with a connection to the Nordic Gods. Loki would have suited well, he does seem to be giving you trouble."

You smiled while Dog-Floki began to scout the area of the park. "Oh yes, since day one. He's a rescue, and actually, we were out celebrating. It's been a year since I brought him home."

"Congratulations. I should leave you two to it then," He said, bouncing from one foot to the other. "Goodnight."

"Wait a minute," You said, and the hint of desperation in your voice stopped Floki in his path. "Did you...did you want to grab a coffee or a tea?"

Floki blinked, and he might have forgotten how to breathe. No one had asked him to do anything like that in years, except for any of Ragnar's sons. But a woman no less, he was startled and a tad fearful at the meaning. He realized a long stretch of silence had passed without him giving you an answer, and you began to grow embarrassed. 

"Nevermind, forget I said anything. That was weird of me, I mean we only just met, and you thought I knew your name." You suddenly shut your mouth while pinching the bridge of your nose. "Listen to me rambling. I just, I didn't want to come across as desperate, but I've lived here for two years and I still don't really have a circle of friends to speak of. After my first year, I adopted this guy and then another year has passed and I'm no different."

By now Dog-Floki had returned to your side, staring up at you as if to try and calm your frayed nerves. Floki understood the loneliness you were feeling, even though your circumstances differed from his.

"I don't like coffee," He spoke up and you looked positively stricken. "But I like peppermint tea."

"Really?" You breathed out a hopeful sigh and began to lead the dog by his leash. "Because there's a place close to here that also makes a latte I like."

"Yes," Floki replied, not knowing what else to say. He didn't want to come across as too enthusiastic, but your excitement was contagious. 

You signal for him to follow, and he shuffled after to catch up. As he kept pace beside you, Floki couldn't help but observe you closer. He guessed that you were maybe only a few years younger than him. Still youthful, but with enough wisdom in your eyes and smile lines on your face that gave away to the years you had weathered. When you caught him looking in your peripheral,  he looked away with an embarrassed flush at being caught. 

"What is it?" You prodded.

"Nothing," Floki replied, covering his nervousness with a cough. "You aren't from here you said. Where did you move from?"

"Akureyri. My family is still there, but I came here to work."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a recreational therapist. I work with seniors in transition facilities."

Hearing that you worked with seniors made him think back to the 'old' comment again. You must be good at your job, however, as Floki couldn't recall having a fun, free night like this in months. Maybe Ivar and Hvitserk were right. His thinking process caused him to let slip another giggle, and you shot him a curious look.

"Well, what do you do, Floki? I feel like I've been talking too much about myself, and I hate to do that."

"I'm a contractor. Since I can remember, I've always been building things. Instead of growing out of that phase, I turned it into a career," He said with a shrug. "It's nothing impressive really, but I get to be creative. That's all I've ever wanted."

Dog-Floki came around between you both and nudged at Floki's hand until he fit his snout into his palm. Floki heeded the animal's need for attention, petting him back with soft strokes on the head. 

"So you're creative, and are good with animals," You said, admiring the affection he was showering on your dog. "Do you have any pets...or children?"

Floki hummed. "No pets, no. My friend's sons are certainly rowdy enough to qualify as animals, and I think of them as my nephews. But no children for me."

His description had you chuckling. "I know how that is. I have nieces and nephews of my own. I hope they think of me as their cool aunt and not the wacky one whose gifts they exchange."

You seemed perfectly not wacky to him. The back and forth conversation continued between you, and Floki found himself giving shorter answers just so he could hear you talk more about yourself. He had forgotten what it was like to meet someone new, and the weightless feeling it caused in his gut. 

The main street was a little busier than when Floki had left it, and the air had grown cooler as the night advanced. You pointed ahead to the shop coming up on your right, and you picked up a grin.

"There, Bliss Bakery. They've become a staple in my diet since moving here. I don't mind the extra calories though, it gives me an excuse to take Floki on runs."

Just as Floki was about to open his mouth and reply, someone called out across the street. 

"Floki."

Dog-Floki's ears perked up, but this time the voice was familiar and Floki knew it was for him.

"I think those men are calling on you," You said while calming your excited dog.

"A lot of that going around tonight," Floki said as he cringed at the sight of Ivar and Hvitserk making their way over. "Here comes some of those animals I told you about."

You watched the young men approaching with curiosity as they bumbled together, laughing as they went. Floki could tell by the volume of their voices that they had been drinking. Hopefully, they hadn't left their good manners at the bar.

"Hey, you old bastard. What are you up to?" Ivar called.

Floki flinched. So much for his hopes of them having a semblance of decency. 

"And who's that with you?" Hvitserk asked, squinting even as they moved closer.

Floki had his mouth opened, about to answer when you chimed in.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). A new friend of Floki's," You said, sticking your hand out to Hvitserk. "You must be the animals he told me about."

Ivar adjusted on his crutches while tossing Floki a funny look. "What have you been saying about us?"

"The truth," Floki said with a shrug. "I had to convince your father not to take you all to the pound more than once."

There was an eruption of laughter, but Floki wasn't fooled. He could see both Ivar and Hvitserk eyeing you with interest and he could only fret over what they were thinking. 

"So, where did you two meet?" Ivar prodded.

"Yeah," Hvitserk added. "I didn't know you had friends Floki…no offense."

"We met in the park back that way," You said, pointing on your tip-toes. "It was about a half-hour ago."

"Of course it was," Ivar muttered.

"We have the same name," Floki interjected, gesturing to the dog who was preoccupied with the two newcomers.

"You and the dog? No kidding," Hvitserk said as he petted the shepherd.

Floki nodded. "So, what are you two doing here?"

"We met some girls for drinks. Figured it was time. We didn't want to--what was it you said--get old?" Ivar smirked while avoiding the cold nose of the dog who was trying to bury his snout against his leg. "We should get going and let you two get back to your evening."

"Right. It was nice meeting you (Y/N). Maybe we'll get to talk more next time," Hvitserk said with a wave. 

You nodded. "I hope so."

Floki turned to you, surprised with how your confident answer provided him with reassurance. His nephews hadn't scared you away, and better still they seemed to accept your sudden intrusion in his life. He wasn't sure what he had done to earn you as a new friend in his life, but forces at work must have been smiling down on him.

"You'd really put up with seeing them again?" He asked, feeling his brow furrow. 

"Sure, they seem perfectly rowdy but without having to crate train," You breathed with a laugh and Floki joined you. "Here, you take Floki. I'll get our drinks to-go."

You passed him the leash before he even had a chance to reach for his wallet. "Let me pay."

"No, my treat this time. I'll let you get the next one." You pulled on the door of the bakery but halted a moment before stepping inside. "And I'll get us some palmiers. They're my favorite," You said before disappearing inside.

Floki smiled at you through the window. "Mine too," He murmured.

Dog-Floki sat down on the sidewalk by his feet and let out a sharp bark as he gazed up at the sky. Floki followed his line of sight,  and it was as if all the clouds had parted to make way for the stars. He couldn’t remember the city sky ever being so clear. When a particular star began to flicker and twinkle, he took it as a sign that from this night until the end of his days, he would no longer be alone. She was still out there and had brought you to him. 

"Thank you, Helga."

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The Liar Night is Forever Event Story Chapter 9

Warning(s): Self-harm and suicide in a certain part of this chapter

T/N: I wanted to specify that because I was blindsided by it completely and I don’t want anyone else to be as well. If you cannot read this chapter because of the warning, I made a summary of the chapter here without mention of it. Please do not force yourself and please take care of yourselves <333

Kamo: We’re in your care today!

Izumi: As are we.

Kamo: Everyone looks amazing in their outfits! As always, you all pull it off well~!

Taichi: We look like really cool survivors~!

Azami: The design’s not bad.

Homare: These outfits certainly add a new element to everything.

Chikage: Bring that enthusiasm to the performance too.

Tasuku: Your smile… You might as well already be the EBE before we even start.

Kamo: As I said before, just act as you would on stage, we’ll take care of the rest!

Izumi: Tsuzuru-kun, will you be alright today?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I’m not really confident… But for some reason, I have a feeling today will go well. Whether or not I can do this, is all dependent on today.

Izumi: (I wonder if everyone talked to him.)

Kamo: Let the filming commence~! Please do your best everyone!

~

Izumi: (It’s the year 2XXX on Earth. A battle is waging between humans and extraterrestrial lifeforms, these lifeforms were known as… EBE.) (The lower ranked member of the EBE subjugation unit, Minase, wades through the battlefield before entering an abandoned building…)

Minase: Fuu…

Kutou: You there!

Minase: …!?

Shisui: What’s this? Your appearance… an ally.

Minase: The EBE subjugation unit? Did everyone end up here…?

Nanami: I escaped the conflict and took shelter here.

Ehato: Everyone else got killed, I wondered if there was anyone else.

Amamiya: I ran for my life… On the way here, Kutou-san helped me out.

Shiho: Which means no one here knows each other, even if we’re all part of the EBE subjugation unit.

Kutou: EBE can disguise themselves as humans. And with no one knowing each other. This could be dangerous.

Minase: …

Nanami: … Hey. Ehato-san’s the enemy.

Ehato: Goodness, accused already. And to think I’d finally found others.

Shiho: Hee. I’ve only heard rumors of it, but… are you someone with a special ability?

Nanami: Yeah. It may be a gamble to reveal it so early, but it’s too dangerous.

Amamiya: But what if he is an EBE. I… I witnessed someone die after being deceived.

Shiho: Really? We can’t just randomly kill the suspicious one, right?

Kutou: I won’t believe something that’s possibly based on nothing.

Nanami: Believe it or don’t, fact is, I’m not lying. We can’t keep Ehato-san alive.

Ehato: I’m not sure how I feel about being accused without proof.

Minase: H-hold on, we don’t even know if there’s even an EBE here.

Shisui: Agreed. We’ve finally found a place to take shelter for the time being. Let’s rest here tonight.

Ehato: How about this, we all sleep in separate rooms tonight. It seems this building is quite big from what I could tell.

Minase: Yeah. The battle will be over in a few days… we should hide and rest for now.

~

Izumi: (But the next day, they found Nanami’s body…)

Amamiya: So there is an EBE among us…

Shisui: I see. So he did have a special ability.

Minase: How can you tell?

Shisui: I worked in the disposal team. Corpse dissection to be exact.

Minase: Amazing that you can tell just by looking.

Shisui: … I can only tell after death. So it’s too late.

Shiho: Well, if it’s a lie.

Amamiya: But if Nanami died, then Ehato-san is the EBE, right…?

Kutou: If what Shisui says is true, then maybe… If he’s lying, then the possibility is lower.

Amamiya: This is confusing…

Shiho: Then, we should just kill the most suspicious one. Which is… the one Nanami accused.

Minase: But…!

Kutou: You have a point. It’s impossible to tell if a human is an EBE. So… it’s an effective way to higher our chances of survival.

Amamiya: But you’re… you’re talking about killing someone? What if they’re an ally and it’d be easy to…

Ehato: Then we vote. Whoever the majority votes, then everyone’s at fault.

Shiho: Then, I vote Ehato.

Kutou: But we don’t know if Shisui’s telling the truth.

Amamiya: If Shisui’s an EBE, then he could be trying to get us to kill Ehato…

Shisui: If you’re so adamant, then choose me! If the suspicions will cease and everyone survives, then my death would not be in vain.

Minase: Hold on… what are you talking about!

Shisui: Fufu… I’ll watch everyone from the heavens.

Izumi: (Shisui cuts himself with broken glass…)

Minase: Why…

Amamiya: This is awful…

Shiho: How crazy~

Ehato: I suppose that’s what happens when you work with the dead all day.

Kutou: …

~

Izumi: (After Shisui’s death, the members gathered the next day without any new casualties…)

Minase: No one died. So Shisui was an EBE after all…

Ehato: … I suppose so. Is there a possibility of another among us?

Minase: Eh?

Izumi: (“The other EBE” is on neither side, not EBE nor human.) (No matter who survives, they have to eliminate the third party or risk being killed by the “the other EBE”.)

Ehato: Perhaps, “the other EBE” wanted for this to happen, it would confirm Shisui’s claim and Nanami’s accusation. In other words, since I was suspected of being an EBE, I’m more likely to be accused again.

Amamiya: But no one died last night—

Kutou: No, I agree with Ehato. Different EBE races cannot kill each other. You have to use special weapons like I have… there’s no other way.

Minase: Then, that means…

Kutou: That’s right. Minase. Ehato. Shiho… If one of you is an EBE, wouldn’t another be the other kind?

Minase: …!

Ehato: … So that’s it. There wasn’t a casualty because the EBEs tried to attack each other. That’s what you’re trying to say.

Kutou: So there’s still two in play, the odds aren’t great.

Shiho: Ah. Singled out of the group. It’s convenient.

Kutou: I have special weapons. Last night, I was with the other guy unarmed. We’re not EBE.

Amamiya: … Another person. I have to choose someone suspicious, don’t I?

Kutou: Yes. It’s the only way. For us to survive…

Shiho: Then, Ehato since he was accused anyway with a special ability.

Minase: … Weren’t you in denial of the special ability user before?

Shiho: I said it was possible, not in straight up denial.

Ehato: EBEs are susceptible to special abilities. Wouldn’t that make Shiho the EBE? Even though you denied it, you still suspected Nanami was a special ability user, so you were afraid of him, weren’t you?

Shiho: …

Kutou: Choosing to stay silent, huh.

Shiho: … Not good. If you wanna kill me, then do it. Well, at least I won’t regret not killing Ehato.

*Kutou strikes down Shiho*

Minase: … EBE or not, I don’t feel good seeing anyone die in front of me.

Kutou: It’s kill or be killed. If you have such a view, you won’t survive.

Minase: Y… You’re right.

Amamiya: But, if Kutou’s right, there’s still another EBE…

Kutou: We’ll be okay. Everything will end tonight.

~

Kutou: You… you’re still… Amamiya, get behind me.

Ehato: Apologies. But… you’re the victim this time.

*Ehato strikes down Kutou*

Kutou: Gh…!

Amamiya: AHHHH!!

~

Amamiya: Mi-Minase! Ehato killed Kutou…! The other EBE is Ehato…!

Minase: … There’s still more EBE outside there, y’know. Even if you run, you’ll still die.

Amamiya: What are you talking about…!? We have to run from Ehato…! I know we don’t have much power on our own, but… If we join up, then maybe we can—

Minase: …

Amamiya: … Eh? Mi…nase… that mask…?

Minase: The weak guy will just be taken down if they don’t fight other weak guys.

Amamiya: …!?

Ehato: He’s right. What wise words.

Amamiya: …!!

Ehato: Welcome to the end, Amamiya.

*Amamiya is struck*

Ehato: I didn’t think you’d cooperate.

Minase: Well, the humans are gone. I just wanted to be the strong one for as long as I could.

Ehato: Wise choice indeed. … He’s dead now. This is my… OUR victory.

Minase: Yes. This planet… is ours for the taking.

Izumi: (Ehato and Minase smiled at each other. The victory goes to Ehato and the EBE…)

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