Kazuma stared at the five bodies lying on the ground in shock internally, though his face remained cold and calm.
He felt confused, unable to clearly remember what had happened. His memories were cut off when he opened the door to the school rooftop, and suddenly, this brutal scene lay before him.
He looked at his hands, stained with blood—blood that was clearly not his own.
His expression remained cold, but inside, an inner conflict began to brew. He knew that this was his doing, that he had beaten them until they collapsed.
But somehow, his body refused to feel guilty.
Kazuma looked at his victims, lying helpless.
There was no sense of regret enveloping his heart. Instead, there was something else... a very disturbing feeling—like a strange satisfaction creeping within him.
What happened to me? he thought, feeling scared with these emerging thoughts. This body... seems to enjoy the violence, as if beating people is a form of deep pleasure.
Kazuma bit his lip, trying to deny that feeling, trying to reject what he had just felt.
This is wrong... this feeling isn't right...
However, part of him had to admit, though bitterly, that there was something pleasing in every strike dealt.
As Kazuma immersed himself in his inner conflict, suddenly a voice broke the silence.
"Hm, they have serious injuries."
Kazuma looked up in surprise, and his gaze met a man wearing glasses who was crouching next to one of the victims.
The man calmly examined the wounds of one of the five people lying on the ground, as if he were checking on severely injured patients.
Kazuma was shocked. He hadn't heard the man's footsteps, and he certainly hadn't sensed his arrival. This made Kazuma even more wary.
"Who are you?" Kazuma asked in a cold tone.
The man with glasses didn't immediately answer. He slowly stood up, straightening his back while dusting off his sleeve. His gaze was calm and calculated, as though there was nothing to worry about from the chaos before his eyes.
"Ah, sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you," the man replied in a calm voice, as if this situation was ordinary for him.
"I just happened to pass by and saw this commotion. Quite interesting, isn't it?" He gave a faint smile, his gaze sharply scrutinizing Kazuma from behind the thin glasses.
Kazuma could sense that this man was no ordinary person. His face might appear friendly, but there was something behind that smile.
An unpredictable person, Kazuma thought.
Kazuma stared at the man who suddenly appeared, not feeling the least bit relaxed. The man checked each of the five bodies sprawled on the floor, occasionally glancing at Kazuma with a thin smile.
"So, is this your handiwork?" the man asked in a tone that sounded more like jest than a serious question.
"As expected from your reputation. Ruthless, brutal, and... terrifying." His arms were folded across his chest, his posture as if he were enjoying the view.
Kazuma remained silent, observing every move of that man calmly. Who is this person? he wondered. But he didn't ask. He preferred to wait for the man to speak again.
"Why so silent? Don't tell me you're in shock with what you've done?" the man continued with a joking expression, placing his fingers on his chin, looking puzzled.
Suddenly the man clapped his hands with one forming a fist while the other a flat palm.
"Oh, but I forgot, someone like you doesn't have a heart, huh? Haha!" He laughed, as if it was amusing, wiping a tear from his eye.
Kazuma clenched his fists. There was something about this man that made him feel angry, yet also intrigued. The man acted as if they were old friends, even though Kazuma didn't know him at all.
"I must admit, your reputation does match reality. Beating your own subordinates without any guilt whatsoever. Impressive. How wicked you are, Kazuma." The man shook his head, as though reprimanding a school student.
"But I like your way of working, straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Ruthless and brutal," he said, making a punching gesture with his hand.
Kazuma started to feel a bit annoyed. Is he mocking me or is he really impressed? he thought, though he knew one thing. This man was definitely mocking him.
The man folded his arms as he stood, giving a final glance towards the victims lying on the ground.
He walked past Kazuma while speaking casually, "Well, I guess we'll talk again later. See you—" His words were cut off as he passed Kazuma, not even half a meter away.
Suddenly, the man swung his leg with incredible speed, launching a kick directly aimed at Kazuma's head.
"Just kidding~," he said with a wide smile on his face.