It was evening and the sun was quietly setting over the horizon, and for the first time in the past year I wasn't spending my free time in the library, I was just walking wherever my eyes could see. After a full day of talking to ------- I was mentally exhausted, even though it seemed impossible for me, but for the first time I wanted to sleep in my gamer state. She was an active girl who practically wouldn't shut up and asked me almost anything I could and I answered almost everything she asked. Despite my seeming coldness, it made me happy to see this girl happy because she was talking to someone her own age. And it made me apprehensive.
When she introduced herself, I realized what kind of world I had entered. It was the world of Danganronpa and now I was talking to the main villain of this world and it was because of this that I could not calm down. The girl who would bring the whole world to its knees while in high school, the girl who had committed suicide and killed her own sister, who had staged survival games among her classmates to feel desperate, was sitting next to me and was not what you imagine when described like that. Just a poor girl, both literally and figuratively, who is happy to hang out with her peer.
Also explains a lot of things, but for starters I guess the other girl who's somehow related to ------ is Mukuro Ikusaba sister, and if she's still here that means she's not an "Ultimate Soldier" yet and if you rack your brains, you can remember what she looked like and realize that she looks a lot like what's in the pictures.
It also just incredibly explains all these "Ultimates" because in this world these are sort of super powers and are given to people who have achieved incredible results in some area and my "Ultimate Doctor" is one of those types and sounds pretty powerful compared to "Ultimate Duty" and "Ultimate Photographer" which is incredibly nice. I also have my "Ultimate Favorite of Fate and Fortune" which is more of the same type that Makoto Naegi had with his "Ultimate Lucky" and Nagito Komaeda and "Ultimate Lucky".
Really, it sounds stronger to me, and by a lot. He can't make up his mind about the difference between the two of them or classifications, but Makoto obviously couldn't have done what Nagito and his luck could have done, especially when he made the traitor kill him with just his luck, which he did with incredible luck, also when he played "Russian Roulette" with 5 out of 6 rounds and never once hesitated in his survival, but maybe Makoto was able to do that as well.
I haven't had a chance to test this "Absolut" in more practical actions than roulette on my "Absolut" and hopefully never will, but I think with my talent I can play "Russian Roulette" with an ordinary pistol, which has a clip instead of a cylinder like a revolver.
A chill runs down my spine when I remember the strongest creature in the world, Izuru Kamukura or as he was called Hajime Hinata in the past and as I recall his Ultimate was "Ultimate Hope" which included all existing "Ultimates" and was artificially made, which makes him incredibly dangerous. What makes him even more dangerous is that he was on the side of ------, he certainly went over to the side of good, but it was the strangest and most suspicious thing possible that for almost no reason he became good and decided to abandon her plan. They tried to cure him of course, but the plan didn't work out and went wrong, but he became good just like everyone else for no reason, because all their memories were erased, but maybe some impulse went through their brains that removed the control ------. It also begs the question of how he got caught with the others in the first place, I highly doubt they gave it up on their own.
But this "Ultimate Hope" of his was something like the strongest Ultimate at the time and Makoto Naegi also had it, but unlike Izuru, his Ultimate was obtained naturally, unlike Izuru his Ultimate was different and consisted of being able to give Hope to others and not lose his own in completely desperate situations.
Desperation. This word is the most important movement in this world, namely "Ultimate Despair" which belonged to ------ and Mukuro, but of course 99% of this referred specifically to ------, and Mukuro was an additive so to speak. This "Ultimate Despair" caused people to do Ultimately horrible things from killing people from children and adults, starving them to death, kidnapping people to suicide and killing family members.
There was also a time when it was said that after ------ some people tried to merge with what was left of her body, some tried to transplant her eye, some thought of transplanting her genitals to try and have a child with her, and the game even showed this directly when Nagito sewed his arm onto the dead ------ trying to get parts of it to strengthen his Despair, and maybe Fuyuhiko did it too, he had an eye patch after all, so there was a chance that he could have transplanted his eye into her. About the arm, it certainly wasn't functioning and I don't know how it didn't rot, maybe his "Ultimate Luck" had something to do with it, and especially how it was intact after the whole ------ was literally flattened, but as much as I hate to say or even think it, it was impressive and gave me some kind of respect that she could do something like that, but... I don't want it to happen to this little girl. Maybe I can make a difference.
And oddly enough, the only thing that could fight all this despair was hope. I really don't understand how despair can be so contagious in normal situations, but hope can really inspire people. So, Makoto, who got the natural talent of "Ultimate Hope," was the strongest in the world that became. And it was also impressive, in such desperation to give people hope and truth needed a talent associated with it or an indestructible will.
It was also natural, in connection with this, that people often mentioned the word hope. After all, in this world there is the Hope Peak Academy, a private and exclusive school that accepts only students with exceptional abilities, namely the so-called "Ultimate". The purpose of this academy is to raise the "hope" of the nation, and because of this it acquired this name. It was also known that one could only be successful in life by graduating from the academy.
But also, as I recall a "Reserve Course" was created which accepted any students if they had money, but as I recall they all died because of the influence of ------ and the only one who survived was Hajime because he was already Izuru. I don't know why this was created, the game seemed to say it was for extra supply, but more likely it was done to find a suitable candidate for Izuru.
Now being in a strange park, sitting on a bench and thinking about what to do next, not that I am confident in my knowledge, because so much time has passed, and I'm not sure what happened behind the games and I played only the first two, and also do not forget me, maybe my appearance has already at least somehow yes to the plot of the world. Because at the very least I should have gotten into Hope Peak and something might have changed, but now I've at least met the main antagonist of the world, but... But also, don't deny that maybe that's just part of my luck and things are happening for my benefit right now.
In the dark sky without a single cloud, there was a half-moon moon and thousands of stars surrounding it. There was a gentle breeze across the park, especially visible in the places where the sparse lanterns illuminated the area around them. However, whether the wind was cold or pleasant and warm I could not feel.
Sighing doomfully at my troubled thoughts, I looked at the time which said that in a few hours I had to go to school again and where again it would be quite a hard day, especially with what I had in mind today, also I had to go home and check on mother, and of course it was desirable to go to Arata-san and apologize for not coming yesterday. So, I probably wouldn't have much time tomorrow, or rather today. I got up from the bench and slowly walked towards the school.
As I walked across one of the many bridges in my path, I had a thought about checking her relations in the system, but she, to my surprise, was not there. So, I was left to wonder if this was the conception, whether she simply could not feel affection for someone, or whether the system did not yet consider our relationship sufficient to record it.
This time I was the very first one in the class, to which Mori-san threw a surprised look at me, to which I just nodded and walked to my seat. It was rather convenient that the elementary school had no homework, so I wouldn't have to worry about anything I hadn't done, so I took out a book on neurology, which of course I kept in my inventory and called it into my hand when I reached for it, because I didn't want to lug that heavy stuff around, so I could concentrate on reading it.
The bell rang, which distracted me from my reading. And then when I looked up, I realized that it wasn't the bell ringing for class, but from it, judging by the fact that there was a commotion among the children in the classroom. So yeah...read a little bit, although if I didn't hear the first bell, a little bit doesn't even smell right here. So, putting the book aside I pulled my back to crunch it a bit, more out of habit and moral pleasure, of course, rather than out of any need.
As I looked around, I noticed ------ next to me, who was staring at her desk without looking up from her -------- eyes.
"Hi." - I raised my voice.
"А?" - in incredible shock her -------- eyes looked in my direction, or should I say eye, since the other eye was invisible because of the bruise.
"I thought she wanted to talk to me, but she didn't even say hello." - I said, and again.
"You didn't answer." - she said quietly, and her gaze went back to her desk.
"Well, I was reading and I usually don't pay attention to distractions." - I said the plain truth.
After all, this also stressed me out a lot, because this wasn't the first time, I'd been too immersed in a book and not paying attention to outside factors. This has never happened to me before. Maybe it's some sort of system problem though, and I'm just immersed in the book because I'm learning skills. Although maybe it's also because of how easily knowledge is given to me and I'm just getting too caught up in it.
"So, it's your fault." - I finished her off.
"You don't usually talk to me after the first conversation." - Her voice was quiet again and it felt like she was about to cry.
"Why?" - I asked for the sake of decorum, even though I presumably knew the answer.
"I don't know." - There were even stronger notes in her voice that she was about to cry.
It was a pretty logical thing to say, though not understandable for a child who wants to make friends. Her appearance and general body condition scared away a lot of children, and the ones she spoke to were most likely scared away by the battered and socially adapted ------, or rather lack thereof. It is also possible that because of all this the children did not like her and being friends with her meant being disliked by the whole class. But she most likely went to kindergarten because it was mandatory and she got most of these social problems there, and kids there are even tougher because they can't tell what's good or bad.
"I don't know why, but I don't care. Why should I care about the opinions of macaques and people who are stupider than me." - Is it just me or did that sound too proud, even for me? "So, get up."
I said, putting the book away in my bag, or rather in my inventory so that it would be inconspicuous, and stood over my desk ------.
"А?" - Her whole eye looked in my direction again.
"Are you going to walk around shining your flashlight in everyone's face like that? The bruise needs to be treated. So, let's go. You're supposed to be smart, don't stoop to the level of a monkey." - My voice was as calm as ever.
Too sharply even for me ------ pounced on me while almost knocking over the desk, I felt like I was being hugged very tightly by the neck, I felt her arms woven around my back and trying to catch on something, and her ---------- head was bumped to my chest level and I felt that place getting wet and ------ itself starting to shake a little. Damn, and this is the evil lord of this world? Who's crying because someone said they would support her? What am I supposed to do in a situation like this? I've never had a situation like that.
So, the only thing I had to do was rely on my intuition. My left hand gently put my arm around her shoulders, and my right hand began to caress her head, just like a battered kitten, and my chin touched the top of her head. At that moment, I heard the sound of a system notification, but I don't think this was the best time to be distracted by it. Standing like this for a few minutes and that already started to attract suspicious glances from my classmates, but on one side I felt rage or rather a desire to kill and as far as I remember on this side sits Mukuro. Which meant that now was the best option to stop it.
"That's it. Enough crying. Let's go to the nurse's station or we won't make it before the call." - I added to myself that we weren't going to make it and we weren't going to class anyway.
She squeezed me even tighter and finally decided to let me go without raising her gaze to me, but I could see the wet streaks on her cheeks. So, I took her hand in mine, and she squeezed it even harder in response, and we left the classroom. When we walked to the room, we needed the bell rang, but I did not pay much attention to it.
With the help of pure chance, we finally managed to find the office we needed and as expected there was another cliché, namely that there was no one here, normally this would end in some stupid scene or awkward moment, but I have a "level 29" in traumatology for a reason and it certainly is not much, but I have enough skills for a bruise. So, planting ------ on the nearest bed, I began to climb across the room while carefully inspecting every closet in order to find the things I need.
From the external examination we could understand that the bruise was quite fresh and it is not less than a few hours, especially if you take into account that yesterday she was without it, so for this helps the easiest and most effective way if you have no at hand any ointment, namely a cold compress, and if simple something cold because the cold has this vasoconstriction properties why swelling in bruises falls much faster.
So, having found the refrigerator, which by its appearance could be identified immediately, I took the first ice pack in my hand and went to ------ and gave her the bag in her hands.
"Put it on." - I said even as I did so in spite of her.
As I stepped back a little to the side, I heard a slight hissing from ------ that I didn't need to look to confirm my action. After sitting on the nearest chair for a few more minutes and making sure that the swelling had gone down, I had to proceed to the next step. So now I had to look for the next thing, namely, a warm compress so that after the lump disappeared, you can start heating the swollen area and because of this bruise should better resorb. For this purpose, an ordinary heating pad, which I saw in one of the cabinets and quickly found it where I quickly poured the usual warm tap water.
I gave the hot water bottle to ------ without saying anything, because she understood herself what to do and put it to my eye, without embarrassing anyone, even if it was not very decent, I lay down on the bed where she was sitting ------ and waited, good thing I did not take much space. It should have been about half an hour for the best effect. So, who was sitting and who was lying down, but there was a comfortable silence that ------ wanted to interrupt, seeing how she fidgeted in her seat and threw brief glances at me.
"Ask." - came my quiet voice across the room.
"How do you know what to do in these situations, and don't you wonder where it came from!" - she began at once.
"No, I'm not, and on the first question, then it's the basics that everyone should know, but in my case, I'm learning it and it's just the basics and nothing more." - I said without delving into the basics.
"You're learning? But you're not even distracted by anything in class. And what do you mean by 'this'?" - There was a distinct lack of understanding in her voice.
"Everything they tell me now I've known for years and it would just be a waste of time for me, so I'd rather keep concentrating on medicine. I want to become the best at everything related to medicine." - Again, said just the basics, or who knows what she might do with it.
Even though her talent was "Ultimate -------" it is hard for me to imagine that everything that happened in the story was pure chance and also wasn't all done with the help of her mind ------, or rather her Genius Mind and everything with a capital letter. Also, if you look at all of her actions and the "accidents" she allowed to happen, you can tell that she allowed everyone else to get out and find evidence against her. And telling her everything would be very dangerous, to say the least.
It is also advisable not to summon the system in front of her, or I think she can understand something because my pupils move when I read something in the system, it is also advisable of course to minimize the abnormality of my body.
"I see." - She said, and you could see the thoughtfulness on her face.
After about ten minutes of pleasant silence, I heard the office door begin to slowly open, and often expectations can go awry, as in this case. My expectation was that I thought the next person to walk into the office would be a nurse, and certainly not Mori-san.
The open door was also noticed by ------, and after seeing her angry look, she immediately cringed in place for fear that she was about to be scolded, but perhaps in her case she also thinks she's going to be beaten.
After Mori-san stopped looking at ------ she shifted her angry gaze to me lying on the bed with her legs thrown over each other and then she immediately stared into my eyes. She must have wanted to scold us or make us feel ashamed, but unfortunately for her it wouldn't work on me. So, for the next minute we stared into each other's eyes without blinking, but with each passing second, I could see her desire to blink was winning her over.
As she turned away, she began to blink quickly to moisten her eyes again. After that, she looked at us with her normal eyes. She looked at ------ which held the heating pad to her eye looked around all the corners of the office and immediately understood why we were so delayed, but then her gaze traveled to my position on the bed which caused her cheek to twitch too expressively several times. Then she slowly started to walk out the door, and the moment she started to close the door, she decided to say something.
"Yasuke-kun. Wait for me after class." - that sure sounded like a moment from an anime! When someone says something in an affectionate voice and with a cute face, but there was a dark aura of murder all around the person. It almost sent shivers running down my spine.
The only thing left for me to do was to sigh doomfully. Somehow today was too much of a busy day.
"Thank you." - I heard a quiet voice.
"I didn't do anything." - I said the honest truth.
It was another ten minutes before I finally decided to get out of bed and lazily got off it, and then reached out ------ and felt the rough surface of the heating pad sink into my hand. Walked over to the sink and drained the water there and put the heating pad back in its place and went back to ------ to inspect how this light treatment went.
And it was incredible. There was practically nothing left of the rather large bruise and there was only redness visible, although the bruise itself would still be gone for a few days. So now I was looking straight into the clear -------- eyes which made it seem pretty close, but I don't think six-year-olds can have any embarrassment about that, but in my case my partner's cheeks got a blush which made her look pretty cute.
So as not to embarrass anyone further, I took my hand away from my face ------, while seeing slight signs of disappointment on her face. I think such a quick recovery was due to my "Ultimate Physician" talent, it said that I could do incredible things, so I think we should stop wondering. It's scary to even imagine what can happen with serious things.
"Okay, let's go." - I said and turned around.
As I approached the door, I looked around as I realized that ------ didn't even think to move from her seat and just stood there, and her eyes were staring at the floor again. I walked over to her and looked at her with a questioning look, not understanding why she wasn't walking. Her face was incredibly red, and it didn't seem to be because of her bad condition. Looking around her from head to toe looking for any sign of trouble, I was able to spot this little problem.
Namely her hand. She put her palm forward and spread all of her little fingers with broken fingernails toward me. It was a little weird, but I wasn't a dumb harem hero and I knew right away what she wanted from me. So, putting my palm in her hand, which she immediately squeezed tightly we finally went to the class that was already ending. At the same time, I tried not to notice that a slight blush appeared on my cheeks as well.