It's getting late, Sakolomé is walking with Bakuran, Bakuzan and Salomé.
Strangely, the atmosphere was icy, no one was saying anything when suddenly Bakuzan starts.
Bakuzan: Hey, guys, how was your first day of school?!
And then disturbing answers are heard.
Salomé: Very bad, everyone hates me in my classroom because I'm a Satsujin Otoko!!
Bakuran: Ah... I thought I was the only one!
Sakolomé: Well basically we all had a shitty day!
Bakuzan nods.
Bakuzan: and to think that we're going to hang out there all year, let's try to stay calm guys, we came to learn here to honor our father and mother, so let's do those things why we're here!
Sakolomé and the others affirm what Bakuzan had just said.
Sakolomé: Exactly, let's not let ourselves be distracted by these behaviors!!
Bakuran: that's right, we don't need the attention of our classmates and their loves, we just need good grades!
Salomé: Yes you're right!
Bakuzan: haha... one thing is quite funny, this morning since I was the hated one in class I went to the library to read a little and escape the unhealthy words, because in the library it's forbidden to speak too loudly, but hey after I took the school's internal regulations and I read some quite interesting articles!
What Bakuzan says intrigues his brothers and sister who want to know more.
Sakolomé: What were these articles about?!
Bakuzan: If we work well enough we can be promoted, well well enough is too much to say, but if we are simply better, have relatively high averages, be the best, at that moment we are promoted in a field for example but it depends on our results because the evaluations here are very hard to solve they tend to set traps everywhere to develop the way of thinking of the students and thus improve their way of thinking and interpreting things, well what about being promoted? You will have the recognition of the founder or the principal and this can grant you privileges, what do you say? Do you want to be the best?!
Sakolomé: Personally it doesn't bother me, and you two? Bakuran and Salomé?!
Bakuran: I'm for it, it'll be funny to see that a Satsujin Otoko is promoted in my class!
Salome: haha, if you do it so do I!
Bakuzan: Very well, then let's be the best guys!
The children finally arrive home, after taking a shower and eating, Sakolomé finds himself again in his room looking at Melinda's teddy bear, he was still lost in his thoughts and still asking himself countless questions.
He turns around and turns off the night light then falls asleep.
The next day Sakolomé goes to school with a determined face, as do his brothers and sister.
He arrives in his class and sits down, the gaze of the others always on him, Sakolomé paid them no attention, he remained focused on his goal, to have good grades, to be promoted and to please his parents.
The clock ticks, the times go by, Sakolomé is very active in class and answers the majority of questions correctly, his way of answering politely and correctly attracts the interest of Mrs. Alia.
The days go by and it's even better, the weeks and months, Sakolomé accumulates merits and is even designated as class representative, he had good grades everywhere, an admirable punctuality and politeness, his grades were never below 60/100 he is ranked as well as the best in the class and the only rival of the class in the intellectual field currently, who is only Leyla.
Another day, like the others, Sakolomé was in class, doing the history lesson, a lesson on a subject that would remind him again of the cruelty of his people in the past.
Mrs. Alia writes on the board in large letters, (KILLER MAN WAR /SATSUJIN OTOKO)
Sakolome is immediately subjected to piercing and denigrating looks.
Alia: Well today we are going to do this course, what do you know about it?
A student at the back of the class raises his hand, it was Oscar.
Alia: Yes Oscar?!
He stands up and answers.
Oscar: Madam, I was always taught that killer men are a people to be exterminated, why not do it? There is already one in this class, isn't there?!
Sakolomé is pierced by Oscar's words, the class laughs out loud and Sakolomé is pointed at once again.
Mrs. Alia was not happy with this answer.
Alia: Oscar, in the future don't answer like that or you'll get a very heavy punishment, did I make myself heard?!
Oscar: Yes ma'am!
He says and sits down.
Mrs. Alia looks at Sakolomé with a saddened look.
Sakolomé was looking at the ground as if he were lost in chaotic remorse.
Mrs. Alia then says.
Alia: Sakolomé, don't listen to those people, I say, it's better to have a killer man who earns good grades than a notable people who are worthless!
The class starts laughing out loud again this time, pointing at Oscar who feels hurt.
Oscar gets up and says
Oscar: But ma'am?!
Alia answers firmly.
Alia: Shut up and put your butt on your desk!
This one does what Mrs. Alia said.
Sakolomé answers with a slight smile.
Sakolomé: You know, ma'am, I thank you for your defense but it was not worth doing that, what they do or say to me does not affect me at all, please continue your lesson!
Mrs. Alia smiles.
Alia: if only everyone could be like you, well, let's go!
Mrs. Alia continues the lesson.
Sakolomé learns that his ancestors killed people without feeling any pity, they decimated families, clans and destroyed all beliefs and hope of the people, it was a nightmare to hear, and during this lesson, the looks of Sakolomé's comrades on him were dark, there was contempt, anger, hatred and even disgust.
Mrs. Alia notices this and decides to stop this class so as not to cause problems for Sakolomé.
Alia: Well, uh... we're going to stop today, anyway there's no point in finishing this class it's not that important anymore haha!
A girl raises her hand, it was Leyla.
Alia: Yes Leyla, do you want to add something?!
Leyla: Yes ma'am, I would like to know who stopped the massacre of the killer men?!
Alia: Oh.. well the one who stopped the massacre of the killer men was simply first by our great hero Mo-zus, who stopped the leader killer man and killed him then there was the army who took care of the rest!
Sakolomé widens his eyes.
Sakolomé: Is this a joke?!
He says.
Alia (intrigued): Excuse me?!
Sakolomé stands up and adds.
Sakolomé: The story has been changed, it's not possible!
Alia: But what are you talking about Sakolomé?!
Images scroll through Sakolomé's head, countless images showing his father, the pseudo vision of the great rifleman killer man and the victims of his people.
Alia: hey Sakolomé I'm talking to you!!
Sakolomé comes out of his thoughts and says.
Sakolomé: I'm sorry, your story is correct I mixed up a few points that's all!
Alia sighs and says.
Alia: You scared me for a moment, anyway that's how it is.
Mrs. Alia continued to explain to Leyla, Sakolomé sits down and continues to think about it.
(Father's mistake was wearing a mask when he put the killer man rifleman out of harm's way, he should have left his face visible to the people, now they have changed the story, maybe if they had understood that it was a killer man who beat the killer man rifleman, we would not be so hated, but unfortunately we are even more considered bad with all that, it is really unfair.)
The next day, it was a sports class that took the students and Mrs. Alia to a large football field.
Alia: Well, children, today we are going to play football, I ask you to make two teams of your choice!
Sakolomé stands and looks at Leyla, he walks towards her and says.
Sakolomé: Hey hi Leyla!
She looks at him and listens to him.
Sakolomé: would you like us to be on the same team?
Leyla suddenly looks at him in a disgusted way, she added to emphasize her disgust.
Leyla: I can't hang around on the same team as a cruel Killer man, go to hell demon!
Then she moves away from him, Sakolomé watches her leave without saying a word.
Mrs. Alia notices that everyone is moving away from Sakolomé leaving him alone.
She then intervenes.
Alia: hey but... what are you doing? You're not going to play all against Sakolomé it's absurd, redo the teams or I'll take care of it myself!!
The students then respond in a repulsive way, they all pushed Sakolomé away.
"I can't play with a killer man"
"But ma'am, nothing changes, it's even fair, we've always been all against killer men"
"Madam, if that's how it is, cancel the class"
Sakolomé is overwhelmed by shame, sadness and even a little anger.
He was starting to get a little fed up of receiving such gratuitous hatred and heavy discrimination all the time, when suddenly.
"um... madam"
Everyone stops and looks, it was Agatha mei, a girl a little short, with hair as black as night and pure black pupils that made her a little mysterious.
Alia: Agatha where have you been all this time?!
Agatha answers embarrassedly.
Agatha: I drooled a little with the taxi today haha!
Alia: It's okay, go and stand next to Sakolomé, we're going to start a game of football!
Agatha nods and goes straight next to Sakolomé.
Once next to him, she notices that she is only with him and that the others are mixed together.
Agatha: Huh? We're not going to play against all of them, are we?
Sakolomé looks at Agatha, he is very silent, he graciously inspects the energy she gave off and he was surprised.
Agatha had pure energy devoid of hatred and contempt towards Sakolomé, Sakolomé had the impression that she saw him like everyone else, just a normal human.
This makes Sakolomé smile slightly, he was happy to see that she was not in the same delirium as the others. But he wondered two things about her, either she was just stupid so she didn't have the time and couldn't do like the others, or she had a different way of seeing things.
Alia: don't worry Agatha, I'll put the teams back together!
Sakolomé intervenes.
Sakolomé: No, it's not worth it, I'm going to play with Agatha only!
Everyone was surprised by this answer.
Agatha: But Sakolomé, you're crazy, we're going to get massacred!!!
Sakolomé looks at Agatha and smiles.
Sakolomé: We're not looking to win, we're just trying to play sports, that's all, you see?!
Agatha: Yes, that's not wrong, well, let's get this over with then!
Sakolomé likes Agatha's character, he's even intrigued by her behavior, he'd like to know more about her.
Alia: Well, very well, after all, it's just to play sports, that's true, get in a good position!!!
Said Mrs. Alia before blowing a whistle.
The students get into position on the field and the ball is given to Sakolomé and Agatha.
Sakolomé: Hey Agatha, I'll stay in goal and you have fun, OK?
Agatha nods.
The match begins, Agatha quickly gets the ball snatched by a member of the opposing team.
She is surprised.
More than 5 players head towards Sakolomé in goal.
Sakolomé watches them approach with a fearless look, as if he had control of the situation.
_ playing two against the whole class, I really don't know what's wrong with this idiot Satsujin Otoko!!
Sakolomé, with his goalkeeper gloves, is slightly bent, he watches the movement of the ball without being distracted by anything.
The player in possession of the ball, passes it to his better-marked comrade, who kicks the ball with a powerful kick without looking for his rest.
Sakolomé goes to the ball and stops it easily.
"What? How is that possible?"
One of them wonders
Sakolomé looks at them with the ball in his hand and says.
Sakolomé: Is that all you have in your belly?!
The opposing team feels threatened and provoked.
"Sakolomé, who do you think you are?"
"This kid is stupid, he's putting on airs because he just stopped a ball?!"
Sakolomé ignores their words and throws the ball directly towards Agatha.
Sakolomé: Hey Agatha, it's your turn to play!!!
The ball is thrown, Agatha intercepts it with a header and cushions the ball.
She turns around and still sees the opposing team well-armored in front of her, she knows she can't do anything because there were more than 24 students in front of her without forgetting their goalkeeper in the goal.
Agatha panics and says.
Agatha: but what am I supposed to do?!
She gets the ball snatched away but this time by Oscar.
Oscar rushes towards Sakolomé with the ball like a thick brute.
Oscar: Let's see what you're going to do against me, Killer man!!!
He approaches the goal but a level so close, about two meters from Sakolomé, he hits the corner of the goal because it could be too far from Sakolomé, but to his surprise, Sakolomé still managed to stop him.
Everyone is surprised, including Mrs. Alia.
Sakolomé still holds the ball in his hands, with his same disinterested look, Oscar sees himself as insulted by this look, for him Sakolomé did not even see him and that frustrated him even more.
Sakolomé returns the ball to Agatha and she gets the ball snatched away again, the ball comes straight towards Sakolomé with a fairly muscular student.
"You'll see what you'll see !!!! "
Oscar smiles.
The muscular player makes a pass to Oscar, the latter tramples the ball and looks at Sakolomé in the goal.
Oscar: Hey guys, come on, let's make Sakolomé understand something!!!
All the members of the opposing team except the goalkeeper find themselves in front of Sakolomé's penalty area.
They exchange passes continuously, trying to deceive Sakolomé.
Again and again passes.
Sakolomé remains focused and only follows the movements of the ball, Agatha wanted to approach to help Sakolomé but Sakolomé waves to her to tell her not to move.
A shot from Oscar is felt in the direction of the goal, Sakolomé stops the ball again and sends it directly to Agatha.
Sakolomé: Agatha, it's your turn to play!
The opposing team is sweating, because Agatha was not too far from their goalkeeper, she recovers the ball and runs towards the opposing goalkeeper.
Oscar gets angry and runs as if his life depended on it.
Agatha is a girl who is not very tall and much slower than Oscar, she is caught very quickly and receives a tackle from Oscar who makes her fall violently on the ground.
Agatha cries out in pain, Oscar had hurt her ankle.
Oscar gets up and says.
Oscar: football is not for the weak!
Mrs. Alia whistles a foul, the ball in favor of Sakolomé's team.
She comes to the football field and sees that Agatha's shock was too serious.
Alia: I think we're going to stop this match for today!
Sakolomé was also next to Agatha and was trying to console her.
Sakolomé: Are you okay?!
Agatha was crying, she couldn't stand the pain.
Sakolomé touches his foot and releases a little of his energy discreetly which slightly soothes Agatha's pain.
Sakolomé: Agatha, how do you feel?!
Agatha: slightly well, I'm really sorry to have been so useless at your side!
Sakolomé: It's not a big deal, anyway those guys weren't going to score any goals!
Oscar listened to Sakolomé, he is even more frustrated and says.
Oscar: Too bad the match is over because the opposing team is too weak and fragile!
Sakolomé looks at him and says to himself.
(The nerve to say that the opposing team is too weak, when the famous opposing team is made up of two members against 30 members who are incapable of scoring a single goal.)
Sakolomé looks at Mrs. Alia and says.
Sakolomé: Madam, I can continue the match alone!
Everyone looks at Sakolomé even more surprised.
Alia: What? Are you serious?!
Sakolomé: Yes, very!
The other members laugh and point at him.
"Being a Satsujin Otoko means being mentally retarded!"
"What an idiot!!"
Oscar: Hey Sakolomé!
Sakolomé looks at him.
Oscar: Let's do something, if you win, we'll do whatever you want until the end of the year, and if you lose, you get out of school!
Mrs. Alia is upset because of Oscar's request, she replies on her side.
Alia: What kind of underhand bet is this?!
Sakolomé: Don't worry Mrs. Alia....
He said to calm her down, then he added.
Sakolomé: I accept, let us play please!
Mrs. Alia looks at Sakolomé and says.
Alia: Are you really serious Sakolomé?!
Sakolomé nods.
Alia: Very well, the match will resume then!
Sakolomé turns his attention back to Agatha.
Sakolomé: hey, Agatha, you're going to rest while I pulverize the opposing team OK?!
Agatha looks at Sakolomé administratively and replies.
Agatha: is it not too extreme what you are trying to do?
Sakolomé (smiling): don't worry!
Agatha has been taken off the field, Sakolomé is now the goalkeeper and all of his own team, he watches the opposing team with the ball in his hands from his goal.
Sakolomé: Here we go!!!