I demanded Azaki Kiryuuin stab himself.
It was only right to test the authenticity of someone who claimed to be a saviour of the world, right?
"5...!"
He widened his eyes as his gaze flickered between the knife in his hand, me, and the detonator I held.
I had confidence that he would listen to such an unreasonable command.
For such a justice-ridden and steadfast individual, something on that level is nothing if it means he can prevent me from pressing the detonator.
Whether or not the detonator is fake, he will only be able to find out once I press it.
He cannot take that risk.
Should the detonator turn out to not be a bluff, he would be shrouded in regret for the rest of his life.
Sure, there might be no casualties, but for someone like him, the destruction of a school and the consequential ruination of hundreds of innocent adolescents' lives would infest his mind.
