A few minutes earlier, on the other side...
Kazuma limped, dragged by one of his henchmen towards the door to the school rooftop.
His body was full of severe injuries that could not heal anytime soon without serious care.
Blood continued to drip from various parts of his body, soaking the concrete floor of the rooftop with an ever-growing red puddle.
His broken arm hung irregularly, his skin torn by dozens of knife slashes.
Each step was torturous, his legs trembling, and his breathing heavy, as if the air was not enough to fill his weakening lungs.
The wound on his stomach was the worst—a deep gash that ripped through the flesh, causing blood to flow endlessly.
His left thigh was also deeply grazed, making every step feel like walking on shards of glass.
Despite his severely injured body, Kazuma's expression remained cold.
The right side of his body was covered in bruises and dark splotches, the result of the brutal fight before.
Yet, even as his body was nearly destroyed, Kazuma persisted, like a monster unwilling to surrender despite being on the verge of total collapse.
With great difficulty, his henchman opened the door to the stairwell. "We have to hurry," he whispered, sounding panicked.
As they descended the stairs, Kazuma's blood continued to drip, leaving a trail along the walls and floor.
They tried to move as fast as possible, but Kazuma's condition was too dire.
Every step felt like an impossible distance. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
However, when they reached the first floor, many students loitering around the rooftop exit began to realize what had happened.
They saw Kazuma—the notorious delinquent who had always been feared at this school—in a critical condition. Some students whispered among themselves, their gaze filled with hatred.
"Look, it's Kazuma... that school thug is dying," one of them whispered in a cynical tone.
"I hope he dies."
"Finally, that guy is getting what he deserves," added another.
But there were also those who simply stared in silence, too afraid to speak, even though relief was clearly visible on their faces.
Kazuma had always been a threat, someone they hoped would vanish from their lives.
Now, seeing him stagger on the brink of death, many of them silently prayed for that to happen.
Kazuma continued forward, unfazed by the whispers around him. The blood kept flowing, dripping on the floor, creating a long trail behind him.
His vision was blurred, and his consciousness was fading, but he kept walking, aided by his henchman who was now also struggling to support Kazuma's weakening body.
He finally reached the school infirmary, where several students gathered, looking towards the bed where Kazuma was laid down.
Blood still flowed from his wounds, even though some efforts had been made to stop the bleeding. Kazuma's face was a battered mess, almost unrecognizable, and his breathing was labored.
His right arm was severely broken, and his abdomen was wrapped in temporary bandages, already soaked with blood.
The girl stood silently at the infirmary entrance, her gaze fixed on the now-weakened Kazuma.
She didn't know what feeling was dominating her at the moment. Anger? Sadness? Fear? They all mixed together, until she felt like she had lost all strength.
Her hand reflexively touched her abdomen. There, the big secret that only she knew. Inside her, a new life was growing—Kazuma's child.
She bit her lip, holding back her tears.
"Kazuma..." That was the only word that came out of her mouth, but her heart was full of unspoken feelings.
Kazuma, the man who had caused so much trouble at the school, even making her suffer. Now, he was lying on the brink of death...
She should be relieved that this evil man was suffering, but somehow, her heart ached. No matter how much she hated Kazuma, he was the father of the child she was carrying.
She stood there, not knowing what to do, just staring at Kazuma with a mix of emotions that only she could understand.