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INVISIBLE CH.2 - UNBELIEVABLE PHENOMENON (PART 2)

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"Aren’t you just colluding with those friends of yours to bully me? Don't you think that kind of friendship is dirty?"

Fourth period the next day was study period. According to another teacher who only came at the beginning of class, the middle-aged female Modern Japanese teacher had caught an out-of-season cold. As most people would be, Grade 11 Class 5 were delighted to find that out.

"Be quiet, alright?" the young male teacher said as he left, but it was a futile request. Both the Grade 11 Class 4 and Class 6 classrooms were empty, as they were having gym together. Though it was still pretty noisy even if you went out into the corridor, nobody found them, it was like spring break had come early.

The students began to act as they pleased. On the desks there were people coming together to talk, people who started to take their bentos out, people who began to pick up lunch early, people who studied diligently, people who slumped over and napped on their desks, there were a number of people who took candy out from somewhere and began to eat it.

But in them, there was no Maki Tamagawa. Whether she was late or absent, nobody at the present time knew. Only God knows, I guess you could say.

Though last night Souhei barely got any sleep, strangely he wasn’t drowsy. Looking forwards with a glance, he saw Hijiri amusing himself playing cards with several people. Then, he told himself to stop looking. Don't pay any attention to him. He couldn’t repair his relationship with Hijiri, Souhei probably didn’t even want to anymore in the first place.

When Souhei tried to pull a paperback book out of his bag, he moved his chair a little and, from behind him, a voice went "Aah".

It was Mizuguchi from the handicraft club. Below the desk, what looked like a work-in-progress bead accessory had scattered about like sparkling grains of sand. It seemed like something inconvenient happened with the vibrations of Souhei moving his chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Souhei looked under his desk, then at Mizuguchi.

She glanced her eyes towards Souhei and said "No, it’s fine", then returned her gaze to her fingertips again.

It seemed like a necklace that Mizuguchi was making, but even though it was covered in decorations it was elegant, it looked like a Christmas wreath. It was epic.

Souhei opened the paperback he was reading and tried to immerse himself into the world of the novel. It was an adventure novel written by an American author. A story where the hero is a sniper discharged from the marines, while he does various sniper missions, he gets wrapped up in a conspiracy with a mysterious organisation. Usually with an easy to understand story like this, he could smoothly enter in this world, like soaking in a bathtub, but today he couldn't. No matter which way or how many times he read the page he was on, the letters were just letters, and he couldn’t imagine it in his head. This was the first time this had happened.

Souhei realised he was irritated. But it wasn’t because of the book. In that case, what was it because of---.

"Tamagawa-san!" A voice said.

He raised his head, Maki Tamagawa had just come in from the front door.

"Mooorning, everyone!" he saw her hand fluttering in a casual stride. She put her bag down at her desk by the window.

Souhei sighed deeply and tried to go back to reading. It was hard changing the gears inside of him. He had to make that transition somehow. But Maki Tamagawa didn’t let him.

"Heeey, Souhei. Talk to me!"

Souhei tried to ignore her, but since she was so persistent he had to reply.

"...What?"

Maki Tamagawa propped her hand to her mouth, like she was telling him a secret story she brought her face close to Souhei.

"How did yesterday go? Did you get along well with Hijirin?"

Souhei glanced his head up.

"What about Hijiri?"

"Well, Souhei's always looking at Hijirin. Maki-chan noticed"

He slowly closed the paperback, and tried to replay her words in his head once more.

"...You were watching me?"

"Yeah" Maki Tamagawa said with a satisfied smile. "You were watching Hijirin ‘cause you wanted to be his friend, right?”

"What the heck are you talking about? Yesterday--"

"Sooo, I put Hijirin and Souhei together. How did it go? Did Souhei's wish come true?"

His head was at standstill, but immediately he began to understand. I get it, that’s what she meant. It must have all been her plan. Souhei slowly nodded twice.

"Was it granted? It was, wasn’t it?"

He noticed Maki-chan’s smile further approached a full bloom.

"...It wasn't granted."

Though his voice was small, he spoke in strong, barbed tone. Maki-chan made a face like a child whose toy was taken away.

"...Souhei?"

"My wish? I didn’t wish for that. If I did have a wish, it would be this --- Go away.”

He didn't intend to retract what he said. Souhei, who finished speaking, glared at the girl.

The downhearted Maki Tamagawa left the classroom. Souhei opened his book again without seeing her off, and tried to concentrate on reading this time. However,

"Oi, Shima"

Souhei heard a familiar voice and raised his head. Hijiri stood before his eyes. He and the class looked at him like he was roadkill.

"...What?"

"What did you just say to Tamagawa-san?" Hijiri said.

Looking around all the eyes in the class had poured onto Souhei. They were all full of hostility, so much that it was like a hornets nest. Hijiri stood before them, he seemed like a hero standing up against the cancer of the class.

"I didn't hear what you were talking about, but what did you say? That's the first time I've seen Tamagawa-san looking so sad."

"...So?"

"Don’t ‘so?’ me. Could you seriously fix that attitude? I told you already. Be more kind when you're around Tamagawa-san."

At Hijiri's way of speaking, Souhei became hot like iron from the pit of his stomach to the tip of his head. He had no more patience. It was like the dark muddy substance gathering inside of him overflowed all at once.

Souhei stood up and opened his mouth

"Since everyone gets angry when me and Tamagawa-san talk I was being as quiet as possible, but I guess there’s something else I’m doing wrong now?”

"Think before you speak. Girls won't wanna talk to you with that attitude." Hijiri said. His tone as if those 8 letters together were a burden.

"Hey, could you stop butting in on things don’t concern you? Also I don’t have time to argue with you." Souhei said.

"You don’t have time?" Hijiri spoke mockingly. "That's why you're hopeless. If you never have time for anyone then you’ll never get any friends--- you haven’t made a single friend since that day.”

The muscles in his face twitched. When Souhei heard Hijiri words, he understood well that he’s come to a place that he can’t return from anymore. The Hijiri Aota standing before his eyes wasn’t his childhood friend. He was a rival.

"I don't have friends? You wish you could decide that for yourself."

"Don’t be stupid" Hijiri shook his head. "I know most things about you. In this classroom? There’s no one. You'll always be alone."

Souhei shouted out.

"Well what about you?"

Hijiri nodded hard.

"Of course I do. I think everyone in Grade 11 Class 5 is my friend. Apart from you."

"Heh." Souhei smiled too. Not a single thing about his smile felt pleasant, but he forcibly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Aren’t you just colluding with those friends of yours to bully me? Don't you think that kind of friendship is dirty?"

Hijiri's face became red.

He said it. Souhei gloated deep down. He felt like some percent of his accumulated rage was spat out. Hijiri was pretending to be righteous. Souhei took that onto his side, and fought back with it. But it was when he thought that.

Thud. A shock from his nose spread, Souhei's face was thrown backwards.

--He hit me!

By the time he realised the second blow was coming. But Hijiri's left arm just cut through the air. His big swing destroyed his balance and dragged Souhei down, the two fell to the floor together.

Shrieks came up from around. But they sounded muffled like were separated by glass.

"You asshole!"

The burning-up Hijiri trying to straddle him, but Souhei wouldn't let him. Instead he threw his hand on Hijiri's shoulder, struggling to hold him down. In the scuffle, Souhei took some close attacks on his face and stomach. But in return Souhei hit somewhere on Hijiri's body with his clenched fist and knees.

But it probably only lasted a few ten seconds.

The two were broken apart by several male and female students at the place where they jostled.

Souhei looked at Hijiri's battered body. The shoulder part of his white shirt was slightly torn, his left eye was slightly swollen.

Souhei was also wounded more than enough. Though he didn't know the specific places, there was no doubt that a lot of blood was flowing from his nose. Because it was so much, it was unclear whether it was from his left or his right nostril. Also, he finally noticed from the commotion of his surroundings. On his left arm, blood was also coming out from around his elbow. Red blood flowed down his arm and was dripping from his fingertips. Even though there was lots of bleeding, it didn't hurt.

Souhei looked down at the space between him and Hijiri. At the scene was a collapsed desk and chair, scattered stationary had fallen down, it seemed like one of them got caught up there. But when he looked down, he saw that something else that looked like grains of sand was scattered around there.

"Ah!" a single girl called out in a shrill voice and pointed "That's Mizuguchi's!"

"Mizuguchi's...?"

"That's awful"

"Didn’t she say it's a work in progress?"

"She was gonna give it to her mother for her birthday-"

At the place where Souhei and Hijiri fought, there was the necklace Mizuguchi was working on earlier. But anybody could tell it was broken. Whether it was synthetic thread or wire, Souhei didn't know the name, but the string the beads were stuck through was torn up in the middle and the decorations collapsed too.

Mizuguchi came forward. She folded her knees, and picked the debris off the floor in silence-- in that moment, Souhei saw it. A single drop of blood dripped from the necklace, and dropped onto the floor. Mizuguchi noticed this and her body drew back in shock.

Souhei felt the line of sight, raised his head and met eyes with Hijiri. His expression remained mostly unchanged and he looked at him with a sneer. Then he opened his mouth.

"Apologize to Mizuguchi. That's your blood."

Souhei was lost for words. You're so arrogant, it wasn't on purpose-- he tried to say, but was hindered by the surrounding voices.

"Blood? What? What do you mean?" A girl said.

"Take a good look. Mizuguchi's thing is soaked in Shima's blood." Hijiri said. So it was. On the classroom floor a puddle as big as a quarter was beginning to accumulate, that’s where the necklace had fallen down.

"Woah, seriously?" "Eeh, that’s the worst..." "That’s kind of gross, another person’s blood" "Mizuguchi, are you ok?"

The crowd moved their mouths as they pleased. The atmosphere felt like it had been muddied, Souhei looked around at his surroundings. Nobody tried meet with his eyes, he realised their hostility was entirely directed towards him.

---Wait a second. Hang on.

"Oi, Shima this is your fault." finally Hijiri said.

Souhei hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Hijiri, you're the one who punched me first!"

Surprisingly Hijiri didn't retort. As if he was waiting for Souhei’s words, he nodded strongly.

"I am guilty. Mizuguchi, everyone, I'm sorry for surprising you.... Shima and I just had a little argument. We’re both guilty for fighting with each other, and I take responsibility."

Even though he should already be composed, as Hijiri took deep breaths, that’s what he said.

Souhei couldn’t close his opened mouth. I'm done for! Souhei inferred from the mood of his surroundings that he was defeated in this fight with Hijiri.

All his classmates kept silent, they were probably waiting for his words of apology. Hijirin apologized so you do too- that's what they were obviously thinking.

Souhei approached the sitting Mizuguchi.

"Mizuguchi-san, I’m really sorry..."

He bowed down. He knew that he was the one who soiled her necklace with his blood. Souhei stared straight down, Mizuguchi, saying nothing, shyly lowered her face, then gulped her breath.

She was crying. Just like her broken necklace was picked up from a dump site, she picked at it with her fingers.

Mizuguchi's watery eyes slowly turned towards Souhei. Souhei tried to apologize one more time, but the girl's small lips quickly moved.

"Just... Disappear."

After that, another girl took Mizuguchi out of the classroom. Hijiri was advised by his classmates that he should go to the school infirmary, but he declined.

"It's not a big deal, I'll be fine. More importantly you should go, Shima. Your bleeding still hasn't stopped."

Everyone seemed to look at Hijiri with admiring eyes, like he was a hero of justice. Souhei went to the school infirmary in silence.

The middle aged female school nurse looked surprised at Souhei's face, and asked about the situation while rolling a bandage. But he didn’t know how to answer. He washed his head in the infirmary's wash basin, wiping away his nosebleed, which now resembled dry mud.

He smiled when he saw his face reflected in the mirror, he looked just like a wrestler.

Wanting to go home early now, he left school before lunch break finished.

"I'm home."

He opened the door to his house and was welcomed by the sound of tapping on a keyboard. Because the sound was louder than usual, he wondered if his aunt was feeling on-edge today. Her mood’s usually expressed through her typing.

Like a ghost, Souhei passed right by and went into his bedroom.

He finally noticed he was standing in his apartment, the memories of the way home were vague. How did I walk until here? Do I walk faster while I’m thinking? Maybe I wasn’t thinking of anything, I'm not sure. And then, similar to his head, his heart became empty.

Nothing is going well. Without doing anything else, Souhei went sideways under his futon, and intense drowsiness came and caught him like an avalanche.

Come to think of it, last night he barely slept. But if he closes his eyes now, time will jump forward, and it might then be time to wake up and go to school again. If he could, he never wanted to go back there again. Originally he should be using this time to study for his exams, but doing something like that at a time like this would be--

When he opened his eyes the room was in total darkness. The clock showed 8pm. He had been asleep for over six hours.

No, he wasn’t sure if he should be happy for completing six hours right now. In any case he was just happy that it wasn’t morning, Souhei rubbed his eyes.

He opened the sliding door and his aunt was sitting at the table in front of him.

"You're awake" his aunt said. She turned around and flinched, then peered at Souhei's face "What happened to your face?"

Crap, he though, Souhei stroked his own face.

"Well, I, I got hurt on my bike..."

"How?" his aunt creased her eyebrows and approached him.

"I bumped into someone."

Souhei corrected himself with a bored tone.

"Are you hurt?"

His aunt's eyes looked towards Souhei's left elbow. Souhei held it down "It's nothing serious" and shook his head. He didn't actually have any major injuries.

"Have you gone to the hospital?"

"I went to the school infirmary and they said it was fine. I'm fine, really."

Souhei forcibly tried to end the conversation.

"What are you mad about?" His aunt said.

"I'm not. Nothing's wrong."

"…Please, just tell me how you got those injuries.”

"I told you already! I just fell off my bike."

"You really are mad, aren’t you?"

Suddenly his face got hot.

"I'm not mad!!"

His aunt’s body jumped at Souhei’s shout. When he sensed that slight movement, Souhei was in a panic. He felt a horrible sense of guilt. The kitchen was full of silence, like the deep sea. Just the sounds of the clock were heard in this room of the house.

-Why am I so useless?!

Whatever the reason is, I don’t have any reason for shouting at my aunt. I hate myself for that, he thought.

Souhei couldn't bare the silence and leaped into the kitchen. He thrust his worn out sneakers onto his feet in the entrance hall.

"W, wait a second! Where are you going at this time of night?!"

His aunts voice echoed on his back, but he didn't turn around. Souhei left the apartment. Of course outside the sun had fallen and it was complete darkness. The municipal housing falls asleep early.

Sure, he can run out, but he had nowhere to go. Souhei didn't have any friends he could stay with. Just walking wherever he pleased, he realised he had come to the outside of the station.

There were lots of cars and crowds of people leaving from the station, around him was full of lights and various sounds. Salarymen going home and groups of what looked like college students, but they could also be high school students.

They moved their legs quickly and in uniformity. They probably have a destination. I do not. So that 'I' thought he definitely couldn't call out to them.

"Souhei?"

Reflexively he turned around, Haruka was standing there. She was in uniform. Souhei was severely surprised.

"Wh, what are you doing here?"

"That’s my line… huh?” Haruka’s smile turned to surprise. "Huh?! What happened to your face?"

I ended up seeing another person I didn't want to see. If she knew the person who inflicted these injuries, there’s no doubt that she’d be stricken with grief. I’d never want to see that.

"My bumped into someone on my bike..."

"On your bike? Are you ok? There’s bandages on your arm…”

"I'm ok. It's absolutely, not at all a problem."

Souhei forced a smile. But Haruka made a face like she was about to cry, like she was the one who was injured.

"It looks really painful."

When she said that she held out her hand. Although Haruka’s hand was on the verge of touching his face, Souhei took her hand.

"I told you it’s ok. They’ll heal if you leave them be."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Souhei was still holding Haruka’s hand. Her hand had a comfortable cold. Her fingers were slender and smooth like porcelain. He wanted to hold her forever if he could, but Souhei let her hand go.

"I'm sorry. It looked like it hurt. It wouldn't be good if I touched it"

Haruka withdrew her hand and smiled in embarrassment. "Anyway, what are you doing at this hour?"

"I’m going... To the bookshop. What are you doing here, Haruka?"

"I went to a public prep-school class."

"...You’re going to prep-school?"

"Right. Is that strange?"

Souhei shook his head. "It's not strange. Does that mean you’ll be going from now on?"

"I wasn't sure what to do, but after having a look at today’s lesson I’ve decided. I’m going to go.”

"Really.”

That's ok, he thought. It won't be necessary for him and Haruka to revise at the library.

He asked Haruka about walking home alone from here.

"Isn't it dangerous?" Souhei said.

Right now it's around nine o'clock. When it’s bright around Hachiougi city there don’t seem to be many problems, but the back-alleys either side of the road are lined up with arcades, pachinko shops and other suspicious shops under the eaves, apparently there isn’t great security there. Also at there’s been some uproar about molesters at certain times in this neighbourhood.

"It's fine. I've lived in this town since I was young. Hey, are you free tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Yeah, I'll be free... after school."

"That’s great. Then we'll meet at the usual spot again. I want to go study at the library."

"Huh? But..." Souhei raised his voice automatically. Is it ok for us two to meet, those words didn't leave from his throat.

"What's wrong?"

"Well... what about Hijiri-"

"Hijiri? What?"

Haruka turned her head to the side.

"-Ahh, no, I'm sorry... It's nothing." Souhei hurriedly shook his head.

"You're weird"

On that note Haruka departed. Although she said they could go home together, as it’s the same way back for both of them until halfway, Souhei declined for the appropriate reason. When he told her again and again to try and go down the brighter path, Haruka left off with an “Understood.”

-- Thank you.

Souhei wanted to express his thanks. In the end he couldn't ask about her relationship with Hijiri, but asking about it was pointless. Besides, even if they are a couple, she wasn’t excluding the left-out-Souhei. Asking him to study together wasn't a lie. So, there was finally something he realised. This thing filled his head. He should have realised earlier.

-- Everything would be better if I were gone.

When Souhei realised that fact, he felt sick of his own foolishness until now. Haruka only cared about him because he’s her childhood friend. His aunt left her company in order to bring him up, but even now it’s still hopeless. The fruits of Mizuguchi's labour going to waste, making the atmosphere in the classroom turn bad, and becoming a victim of bullying wouldn't have happened in the first place if he wasn't there.

-- Right. I'm the cause for all of this.

Straight down north of the station road coincided with a river. A comparatively large Class A river. Souhei, wandering without a destination, came to his senses when he came to the bridge above the river. Because the town lights couldn't reach under the bridge it was pitch black, he just listened to the sound of the water swaying to and fro. But the bridge was quite far from the river surface, anybody passing by could tell that.

The words "Disappear" from Mizuguchi echoed in Souhei's head. They became a single drop, their wide ripple reached a deep place in Souhei’s body. Right. I should disappear. Souhei’s stinging heart felt smooth and silky.

If I jumped from here I wonder if it would be easier for everyone-- when he thought that, it fell to his feet. In the light of the streetlamp it reflected sparklingly.

Souhei's eyes widened as he saw the object.

Why is this thing here? It was the cube he saw from the shrine from a while ago. He tried to pick it up, it looked the same as when he found at the shrine. It didn't make sense.

'Do you have a wish?'

"-What?"

A voice - It was Maki Tamagawa's voice.

Where are you? But he was the only one on top of the bridge. The only other thing was the cars coming and going on two-lane road. Nonetheless, the voice spoke like it did back then

'You finally decided'

"...Huh? Maki-chan, where are you?"

'Here.'

"Where?" What on earth do you mean by ‘Wish’?

'I'm here"

"...Here?"

Souhei lowered his gaze towards the cube in his hand. It was slightly hot. Like the warmth of a small animal- then it gradually grew - it grew more and more hot - and then-

"--Woah, hot!"

It burned up hotter than he imagined, Souhei couldn't bear it and shook his hand.

"...Ah, Aah!"

The cube that shot out from inside his hand crossed over the fence and fell underneath the bridge in the blink of an eye. At once it mixed into the dark, he didn't even hear the sound of it landing. As Souhei looked down at the darkness below he was stunned.

-- What happened just now?

-- What was that voice? An auditory hallucination?

He continued to listen to the sound of the smoothly flowing river for a short while.

In this impossible to understand situation, his feelings completely withered away. Souhei returned back to the front of the station. There were slightly less people in the crowd than earlier.

He began to feel down when he thought about his aunt, but Souhei walked on his way back home. However,

"- Woah!"

He collided with a large person in front of him.

"E, Excuse me!" Souhei said in a hurry. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Huh, what?"

It was a man in his thirties wearing casual clothes. He grandiosely wiped around his chest with both hands. Alongside him was a woman who looked to be younger than him, yet she wore heavy makeup.

"Really, excuse me."

Souhei was a little offended at the man’s gesture, like he wiped away dirt.

"Was that a cat? Or a crow?" The man said. "I can’t see that good, but I feel like something really came at me.”

"Excuse me?" Souhei said.

"Oh no. Did something hit you? I didn't see it either" The girl grimaced.

"Umm..." Souhei sheepishly raised his voice towards the two.

The large man didn’t lend an ear as usual, he pulled up the T-shirt that Souhei bumped into face-first, and bought it up to his nose. He seemed to then sniff at it.

"I dunno. Kinda sweaty, isn’t it?"

"That's just you. It’s fine. Let's go"

When the two rapidly walked off, Souhei quickly stepped out the way.

"Uhh, I’m sorry…"

He was being polite, but he tried to speak loud enough they could definitely hear him. Regardless of that the man didn’t turn around. What rude people, he thought.

There’s no reason for them to ignore me.

But then, another person bumped into Souhei from behind.

"Woah!" Souhei lost his balanced and fell to the ground.

"Ouch..." A voice came from behind him. "Ugh, what?"

When he looked up, an office woman was standing there. As she looked around restlessly at her feet, she brushed her left leg with her hand. He thought it was a similar gesture to that man’s from before.

"Was it this?" as the woman spoke, she reached her hand out to an illuminated bar sign beside her which had large letters written on it, ‘All items 200 yen’, "Ughh!", crash-- she gave it a kick. The sign made a loud noise and shook. The office lady’s heels made a click clack as she walked past Souhei, still on the floor.

Souhei stayed stiff on the spot and thought. Something wrong, right now something strange is happening – and I’m the only one who hasn’t noticed what. Unable to comprehend the situation, all he had was a sense of nervousness, like a man-eating shark was waiting underwater for him.

He carefully stood up and glanced at the bridge, there was a bar with a glass window there. It was regular old dark glass, but thanks to its tone it was difficult to distinguish the inside, as a result of that when you looked at it from the outside it accomplished the role of a mirror.

He tried to look at it casually, but his instinct might actually have been screaming for him to watch it carefully. When he finally realised the abnormality in the world reflected on the glass, Souhei became petrified.

-- Am I going crazy?

When he averted his gaze from the glass window, Souhei turned around behind him. A group of boys and girls who seemed to be college students were walking on the other side of the road. They were noisy and probably drunk. Souhei endured his restlessness, and observed them intently. Then the moment they came behind him, Souhei turned his eyes towards the glass again.

They were reflected in it. As they should be. The mirror reflected the world correctly at any point in time. Because inverting and projecting whatever’s there is its role. 4 boys, 5 girls - there's no mistake. This glass window was normal.

-- Then why isn’t my body being reflected!

Souhei thumped on the glass with his fist. For some reason the glass window wasn't reflecting his body. The only thing it reflected was the students behind him and the streets. He's never heard or seen a phenomenon like this before. He surrendered before this optical illusion that seemed to bend his brain.

Souhei bravely jumped out in front of a man walking nearby. He was white haired and wore glasses, a cowardly-looking elderly salaryman.

"Please stop! St, stop..., Please stop!"

He quickly avoided him in order to escape a third collision. The man walked away without changing his pace. Souhei felt himself approaching the brink of despair. Yeah, there's no doubt about it-- other people can't see my body... No, that’s not it. It's not just that they can’t see me. The glass didn't reflect me either -- essentially, I've disappeared.

He had a sudden thought. Did I somehow die? It also seemed like they couldn't hear Souhei's voice. The clothes he was wearing on his body - as far as he could tell from the mirror - had also disappeared.

Did he actually jump into the river before and succeeded in suicide, but not realise he died and became an earth-bound ghost*?

All of a sudden, Souhei kicked a garbage bag piled up by his feet. The bag was extremely light, it rolled further than he expected. As the trash inside scattered around, someone walking close by recoiled, “What was that!?”

Souhei automatically went to hold his chest. He hasn’t died. It isn’t that he became a ghost either. He could still touch objects, when he thought hard about it he fell to the ground.

-- Right.

-- I've become an invisible person.

(* There isn't a specific English translation of this word but essentially it's a type of ghost which is bound to a specific physical location, usually the place where the death occurred.

透明人間 (toumei ningen) - invisible person --- a gender neutral term for the concept of the ‘Invisible Man’ in the west: someone that you can’t see but that can still physically interact with the world. Other rules such as their clothes and voices seem to vary from story to story.)

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