Kimi took a deep breath, her gaze firm and unyielding as she looked at Nobuaki, Mio, and Yuri. She could see the fear in their eyes, the trembling in their hands. The weight of the message had shaken them all to their core, but she refused to let them succumb to despair.
"All of you, relax," she said, her voice calm yet commanding, cutting through the tension in the room. "Take a moment to breathe. We can't let fear control us—that's exactly what this game wants."
Her words, though simple, carried an undeniable strength that began to steady the atmosphere. Nobuaki felt his trembling slow, though his mind was still racing. Mio and Yuri exchanged nervous glances but seemed to draw a small measure of comfort from Kimi's composure.
Kimi continued, her tone resolute. "Listen to me. I will do everything in my power to help you all. Whatever it takes, I'll use every resource, every bit of knowledge I have to fight this. You're not alone in this, and we're not giving up."
Mio let out a shaky breath, her hands clutching the edge of the table. "But what if the game doesn't give us a choice?" she whispered. "What if it forces us to... to hurt each other?"
Kimi's eyes softened as she placed a reassuring hand on Mio's shoulder. "We always have a choice, Mio. It might not seem like it, but there's always another way. We just have to find it."
Yuri, still pale, looked at Kimi with tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm scared..." she admitted, her voice barely audible.
"I know," Kimi said gently. "We all are. But that fear means we're still human, still fighting. And as long as we hold on to that, this game can't take everything from us."
Kieara, who had been silently watching, leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "You talk a big game, Kimi," he said, his tone skeptical. "But words alone won't save us. This game is designed to break us, to make us lose control."
Kimi turned to him, her gaze unwavering. "Then we make sure it doesn't break us. If we work together, we can find a way out of this. But it starts with staying calm and trusting each other."
Nobuaki, finally regaining his composure, nodded slowly. "Kimi's right. We can't let this game turn us against one another. We have to stick together and figure this out."
Kimi gave him an approving nod. "Exactly. And the first step is understanding the rules of the game. The more we know, the better we can fight back. For now, let's focus on gathering information and staying safe."
The group fell into a tense but determined silence. Though the fear lingered, Kimi's words had reignited a spark of hope. They weren't out of danger yet, but as long as they had each other, they still had a chance to survive—and maybe even put an end to the Orcal Game.
Nobuaki turned to Yuri, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "Yuri, come with me to the school. I'm sure our friends will do something about the game. If we all work together, we can find a way out of this."
Yuri hesitated, her eyes reflecting fear and uncertainty. Before she could respond, Kimi spoke up, her tone firm yet measured.
"Hmm. That's a noble thought, Nobuaki," she said, crossing her arms, "but this isn't just about gathering people. The game operates on its own timeline and rules. If you don't complete the tasks it assigns, one of you will die."
Her words sent a chill through the room, the weight of the game's influence settling heavily on everyone.
"Which means," Kimi continued, her gaze sharp as she looked at Nobuaki, "you cannot simply do what you want. You cannot disobey the orders. The game was designed to trap you, to control your actions. But..."
She stepped forward, her expression softening slightly. "Let me come with you. You'll need someone who understands how this game works, someone who can think outside the box and help navigate its rules."
Mio, who had been silent, looked at Kimi with a mix of hope and skepticism. "Can you really help us?" she asked.
Kimi nodded confidently. "I can. I've been studying this game ever since it started targeting my class. I know some of its patterns, its loopholes. Together, we stand a better chance of surviving."
Nobuaki looked at Kimi, her determination unwavering, and nodded. "Alright, you can come with us. But we're not letting this game tear us apart. We'll fight back, no matter what it takes."
Yuri hesitated before finally speaking, her voice soft but resolute. "If Kimi thinks it's best, then... I'll trust her."
Kieara, still leaning against the wall, sighed. "You're all walking into a storm, but if you're going, you'll need all the help you can get. Just remember, the game doesn't play fair."
After a moment of tense deliberation, Nobuaki stood up, his resolve firm. "Alright. Mio, Yuri, Kimi—let's head to Horiko Academy. If there's any chance of finding answers or help, it's there."
Mio nodded hesitantly, clutching her hands tightly. "If this is the only way, then we have to try. We can't just sit here and wait."
Yuri glanced at Nobuaki, fear still evident in her eyes, but she forced herself to stand. "I'll come too. If we work together, maybe we can stop this."
Kimi placed a hand on Yuri's shoulder, her voice calm yet resolute. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to any of you. We'll get through this, no matter what."
As they prepared to leave, Kieara stayed behind, leaning casually against the wall. "I'll hold down the fort here," he said, his tone indifferent but his gaze serious. "Someone needs to keep an eye on this place in case anything happens. Besides, it's better if you don't draw too much attention with a bigger group."
Nobuaki turned to him, nodding in gratitude. "Thank you, Kieara. Stay safe. We'll be back as soon as we can."
Kieara gave a small, almost imperceptible smirk. "Just don't get yourselves killed out there. The game doesn't give second chances."
With that, Nobuaki, Mio, Yuri, and Kimi stepped out of the small shop, the chill of the outside air striking them immediately. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual bustle of life replaced by a heavy stillness that only deepened their unease.
As they walked toward Horiko Academy, each step felt heavier than the last. Nobuaki's mind raced with questions and fears, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the goal ahead. They were heading straight into the heart of danger, but they couldn't afford to turn back now.
The Orcal Game's grip tightened with every passing moment, but together, they would face whatever horrors awaited them. For the sake of salvation, and for the lives that still hung in the balance.
As Nobuaki, Mio, Yuri, and Kimi entered the gates of Horiko Academy, the familiar sight of the school felt strangely unsettling. The usual energy that filled the grounds was absent, replaced by a heavy, almost foreboding silence.
The group made their way through the hallways, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly against the walls. Each step felt heavier as they climbed the stairs to the second floor, where Class 1-B was located. The tension among them was palpable, but they pressed on, their shared determination pushing them forward.
When they reached the door to their classroom, Nobuaki hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle. "This is it," he thought. "Whatever happens next, we have to face it together."
He opened the door, and the sight that greeted them was a strange mix of relief and unease. Some of their classmates were already inside, seated at their desks, chatting in hushed tones as they waited for the teacher to arrive. The atmosphere was subdued, as if everyone could feel the weight of something ominous lingering just out of sight.
One of Nobuaki's friends, a boy named Takashi, noticed their entrance and waved them over. "Hey, Nobuaki! Mio, Yuri—what's up? You guys look like you've seen a ghost."
Nobuaki forced a small smile, but his mind was racing. He glanced at Kimi, who gave him a subtle nod, silently urging him to keep calm and play it safe.
Mio and Yuri took their seats quietly, their expressions still pale. Kimi remained standing near the back of the room, her sharp gaze scanning the classroom as if she were assessing every detail.
Nobuaki turned back to Takashi, his voice steady but low. "Hey, Takashi... has anything strange happened here? Anything unusual?"
Takashi frowned, leaning closer. "Strange? What do you mean?"
Before Nobuaki could answer, the classroom door slid open again, and the teacher walked in, carrying a stack of papers. The chatter in the room died down immediately as everyone turned their attention to the front.
Kimi leaned toward Nobuaki and whispered, "For now, observe. If anything happens, we'll act. But don't let your guard down, even for a second."
Nobuaki nodded, his heart pounding as he sat down. Though the classroom seemed normal on the surface, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
As Nobuaki, Mio, Yuri, and Kimi entered the classroom, a sudden wave of silence swept through the room. The students who had been chatting moments ago turned their attention to the group, their expressions shifting from curiosity to shock.
The air grew tense when their eyes fell on Kimi Ousaria, her presence unmistakable.
One of Nobuaki's friends, Hirata, stood up abruptly, his face a mix of surprise and awe. "S-Senpai?" he stammered, his voice filled with disbelief. "How good to see you here! Did you come here for something?"
Kimi stepped forward, her composure unwavering as she addressed Hirata with a calm smile. "It's been a while, Hirata. I came here because I have something important to discuss with Nobuaki and the rest of you."
The room buzzed with murmurs as the other students whispered among themselves, their confusion evident.
"What's she doing here?" one student whispered.
"Is something going on?" another added.
Nobuaki glanced at Kimi, who gave him a reassuring nod. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and addressed the class. "Listen, everyone. There's something we all need to talk about—something serious. It's about the game."
The murmurs stopped instantly, the weight of Nobuaki's words settling over the room like a heavy fog.
Hirata's expression shifted, his earlier excitement replaced with unease. "The game?" he asked cautiously. "What do you mean?"
Kimi placed a hand on Nobuaki's shoulder, her voice steady as she spoke to the class. "The Orcal Game. Some of you may have heard of it. If you haven't, consider yourselves lucky—but you need to know the truth. This game is dangerous, and it's targeting students here at Horiko Academy."
Gasps and shocked exclamations erupted around the room, the fear in the students' eyes growing palpable. Nobuaki scanned the room, his gaze meeting his friends', each of them looking more terrified than the last.
Hirata swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, "What... what are you talking about? Is this a prank or something?"
Nobuaki shook his head, his expression grim. "No, Hirata. This is real. The game has already started, and it's taking people's lives."
The room fell into a stunned silence, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Kimi's presence and words only added to the gravity of the situation. Everyone knew—this wasn't just a normal day at school anymore. Something far darker had begun.
The room grew tense as a student in the last row, Ken Sudo, abruptly stood up, his voice booming over the murmurs. "Oii! Did ya folks come here to disrupt us? Or do you want to put on some kind of clown show?" His words were sharp and dismissive, cutting through the air like a blade.
Before anyone could respond, a female student seated nearby, Misa, turned to Ken with a disapproving glare. "Ken, behave yourself!" she snapped, her voice firm and commanding. "Do you even know who Kimi is? She was a previous student of Class 1-B. Not just any student, but someone with incredible intelligence and knowledge. So think before you talk!"
Ken froze for a moment, her words clearly hitting their mark. He grumbled something under his breath before nodding, his defiance giving way to reluctant silence.
Kimi stepped forward then, her calm and commanding presence filling the room. "Thank you, Misa," she said with a slight nod, acknowledging the girl's defense of her. Turning to face the class, her gaze swept over each of the students, her expression serious.
"Everyone, it's been a while since I've been here," she began, her voice clear and measured, carrying the weight of someone who knew far more than she was letting on. "But let's set aside the past for now. What I'm about to tell you is far more important—and far more terrifying. It's something you all need to hear, even if it's hard to accept."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the students hung on her every word, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
Kimi continued, her tone growing more serious. "You may have heard whispers of something called the Orcal Game. Some of you might not believe it exists, but I'm here to tell you—it's real. And it's already begun."
Gasps rippled through the classroom, the students exchanging fearful glances. Even Ken's earlier bravado seemed to falter as he sank back into his seat.
Kimi stepped closer, her eyes scanning the room. "This game isn't just a rumor or a myth. It's a sinister force that manipulates its players, forcing them to make impossible choices with devastating consequences. And the worst part? It doesn't give second chances."
Mio, Yuri, and Nobuaki watched as Kimi's words struck a chord with everyone in the room. The students' faces were a mixture of fear, disbelief, and growing dread.
"I'm not telling you this to scare you," Kimi said, her voice softening slightly. "I'm telling you because you need to be prepared. The game doesn't play fair, and it's already claimed lives. If we want to survive, we have to stick together and fight back. This isn't just about one or two people—it's about all of us."
The room was silent, the weight of Kimi's message settling over everyone like a dark cloud. No one dared to speak, too stunned by the reality she had just laid bare.
(Then a students stand up form his bench and spoke)
Tengei : kimi senpai. Are u teeling that a unknowingly game trappped us in a death cycle and we are just players? Well i Don't belives such interrogation words. But if u could give us some explanation. We might start believing u.
(Kimi nod and said)
Kimi : yes i can but before that we have to save yuri sakyanagi from her chaostic fate. The game has given time. Only 10 minute is left if we don't do anything then we might lose yuri
The room was thick with tension when another student, Lio Orag, stood up abruptly, his expression skeptical yet cautious. "Guys, let's not jump to conclusions. It's probably just someone's prank or someone blackmailing Yuri with disaster threats," he said, his voice carrying a tinge of disbelief.
Nobuaki turned sharply to Lio, his frustration evident. "Lio, be serious now! This isn't just some prank. This game… it already involved Yamaguchi, and you know how that ended."
Lio froze at Nobuaki's words, the mention of Yamaguchi's fate silencing him. He sat down, his face pale, unable to argue further.
Kimi, sensing the class's growing unease, stepped forward again, her commanding presence drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone," she began, her voice calm but firm. "I understand that this is hard to believe, but you've seen what's happened. Ignoring it won't make it go away."
She gestured toward Yuri, who was trembling but trying to hold herself together. "Our priority right now is to save Yuri's life. The game has given us a task, and whether we like it or not, we have to find a way to fulfill it—or at least trick it into thinking we did."
The students exchanged nervous glances, but no one objected.
"After we save Yuri," Kimi continued, "I'll explain everything in detail. But for now, I need all of you to come with me to the study room. We'll regroup there and come up with a plan to outsmart the game."
Nobuaki nodded, stepping beside Kimi. "She's right. We can't waste time arguing. Let's move."
Kimi turned to Yuri and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Stay close to us, Yuri. We'll figure this out together."
With that, the group began to gather their belongings, the urgency in the air palpable. The classroom, once a place of routine and familiarity, had become a battlefield against an unseen enemy. Every step felt heavy as they prepared to face the game's next move, united by a shared determination to protect one of their own.
As the group gathered their thoughts and prepared to move toward the study room, Nobuaki suddenly spoke up, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "Kimi-senpai, I think there might be a way to save Yuri."
The entire room turned their attention toward him, the students hanging on his every word. Kimi raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Do you have an idea?" she asked, her tone serious yet encouraging.
Nobuaki nodded, his mind racing through the logic of the game. "Well, not a complete solution, but hear me out." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "When Yamaguchi died, the game itself said something specific—'Yamaguchi died for incompleteness.' That wording stuck with me."
The room fell silent as everyone processed his words.
"The game has its own set of rules," Nobuaki continued. "And we've been chosen because we've been subjected to its commands. But I believe that if we can understand the structure of its rules, we might be able to change the course of Yuri's fate. There has to be a way to work around its order and prevent it from taking her."
Kimi's eyes narrowed, her mind working through the implications of Nobuaki's words. "You're suggesting that the game has logical inconsistencies? That we can find a loophole or a way to manipulate its rules?"
Nobuaki nodded again. "Exactly. If the game punishes for 'incompleteness,' then it's possible that Yuri's task, like Yamaguchi's, might be manipulated—if we can find the right context or logic within the game's wording to change its course."
The students in the room looked at each other, their expressions a mix of hope and uncertainty. Some seemed to grasp the idea, while others were still trying to process the information.
Kimi crossed her arms, thinking deeply. "It's a risky idea," she said slowly, "but it might be our only shot. We'll need to analyze the wording carefully. If we misinterpret something, we could make things worse."
Nobuaki glanced at Yuri, who was still visibly shaken but holding on, determined to stay strong. "I'm willing to try. Whatever it takes, we can't let the game win. We'll figure out the exact phrasing and look for any logical way to fulfill the task without harm."
Kimi finally nodded, a small spark of hope flickering in her eyes. "Alright. But we need to act fast. Let's get to the study room and work out a plan. Everyone, stay focused."
With renewed determination, the group moved toward the study room, their minds set on one goal: to outwit the game and save Yuri from the deadly grasp of its rules. The time was running out, but they weren't ready to give up just yet.
As they made their way to the study room, Nobuaki felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. With a quick glance at his screen, he saw that it was the Orcal Game app. He pulled it out and opened it, his heart pounding.
The app's interface flickered momentarily before revealing a new option: "Choose Your Law." Beneath the title was a list of names, all of them students from Class 1-B—his classmates. His eyes quickly scanned the list until they landed on Yuri Sakayanagi's name.
But then, he noticed something alarming: there were other names on the list as well, other classmates who were, as it seemed, potential victims in the game. The game was giving him the power to choose someone else besides Yuri, to assign a new victim, and potentially change the course of the rules.
Nobuaki's mind began to race, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He knew that choosing someone else would mean someone else would die, but was it possible to choose Yuri without causing harm? Or was there another way to outsmart the game, to manipulate the rules in a way that wouldn't cost another life?
The app gave him no easy answers. The options were all deadly, and the consequences of any choice felt irreversible.
Nobuaki sat still for a moment, staring at the phone screen, trying to think abstractly and logically. What did the game mean by "Choose Your Law?" Was it referring to a law of fate, or perhaps a rule that could change based on his decision?
He began to consider the wording carefully, trying to find any loopholes or hidden meaning that could allow him to avoid the deadly outcome. Could he choose someone else and somehow reverse the task? Or was the game forcing him into an impossible choice?
The tension in the air was palpable as the time ticked down, and the game seemed to press closer to its conclusion. As he thought, a possible solution began to form in his mind. Perhaps the game didn't specify that the victim had to be someone on the list, or perhaps there was an opportunity to manipulate the selection to save Yuri without sacrificing anyone else.
But before he could make a decision, Kimi's voice broke through his thoughts. "Nobuaki, do you have the answer?"
His heart skipped a beat, and he turned toward her, trying to suppress the dread that had been building up. "I think I might. But we need to think very carefully about our next move."
The pressure was mounting. The clock was ticking, and the choice he made now would determine whether Yuri would live or die.
As Nobuaki held up his phone, showing the "Choose Your Law" option to the group in the study room, the tension grew thicker. The names on the list of potential victims—Class 1-B students—flickered ominously on the screen, and the weight of the decision was felt by everyone present.
Ken, a student with an arrogant attitude, shot to his feet, his voice laced with annoyance. "Oi, you brat. Do you want us to give our lives for your outrageous thinking?" he spat, his tone dripping with hostility as he glared at Nobuaki.
The room grew tense, and for a moment, it seemed like everything might fall apart.
But before things could escalate further, Misa, a female student who had been calm and collected throughout the ordeal, stood up and intervened. "Sudo, at least listen to Nobuaki," she said, her voice firm but calm.
Ken, still visibly frustrated, grumbled under his breath but reluctantly sat down. His posture remained stiff, but he was silent.
Nobuaki took a deep breath, his heart racing as he prepared to explain. "Listen, I understand that this sounds insane," he began, addressing the class. "But we're running out of time. The game is forcing us to make a choice. The 'Choose Your Law' option is asking me to select someone, and Yuri's name is on the list as the victim. But there's a catch—it doesn't specify the victim in a way that we can't manipulate the situation. We have a chance to outsmart it, if we approach it logically."
The students exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of his words. Nobuaki's gaze shifted between them, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.
"I believe the game is structured in a way that we can find a way around its rules. We might be able to use the phrasing to change the victim, or even find a loophole that allows us to save Yuri without sacrificing anyone else," he explained. "We need to be precise in how we approach this."
Kimi, who had been silently observing, nodded thoughtfully. "Nobuaki's right. The game works through its exact wording and rules. If we analyze the task carefully, we might be able to find a way to avoid harming anyone. But we have to be quick—time is running out."
The students, though skeptical, seemed to calm down as they took in Nobuaki's words. There was a glimmer of hope, and the group's focus began to shift from panic to determination.
Nobuaki's heart raced as the time continued to tick down. Only five minutes were left, and the pressure was building. His mind was in overdrive as he thought back to his past, trying to come up with a way to save Yuri. Then, something clicked.
"Hey, everyone... do you know Billy Kane?" Nobuaki asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
Misa looked confused for a moment before her eyes widened in recognition. "Who?" she asked.
Nobuaki paused, gathering his thoughts. "Billy Kane. The guy who used to bully us with extreme methods."
Misa's expression shifted as she remembered. "Oh, Billy... I remember him. He left the academy two years ago. But why'd you ask?"
Nobuaki's gaze hardened as he looked at the group. "Well, Billy Kane was the worst student in Class 1-B. He used to beat up junior students and assaulted many female students." His voice grew more intense as he continued. "So, I was thinking... maybe I should choose someone with no sincerity or honesty in their life. Someone who doesn't deserve to be part of the game's twisted logic."
The room fell into a heavy silence, the other students unsure of what to make of his words. But Kimi, ever perceptive, suddenly grabbed his shoulder with a firm grip, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Are you trying to put the game's curse on someone who was a bully?" Kimi asked in a deep, almost menacing voice. She smiled, though it wasn't a comforting one. "Or do you want to take your revenge on Billy?"
Her words sent a chill down Nobuaki's spine. The possibility of using the game to punish Billy, the tormentor of his past, was tempting. But was it the right thing to do? Could he truly use the game's rules to bring about a sense of justice, or was he letting his anger cloud his judgment?
Nobuaki looked at Kimi, his mind racing. Was this the right choice? Would the game let him make such a decision, or would it turn on him in the end? The line between justice and revenge was dangerously thin, and he knew he couldn't afford to make a mistake.
"I don't know," Nobuaki admitted quietly, his voice conflicted. "But if we choose someone like Billy, we might be able to disrupt the game's twisted logic. Maybe that's the loophole we need."
Kimi's eyes remained sharp as she observed him. "Be careful, Nobuaki. The game doesn't work the way you think. It will only follow its own rules, no matter what you try to do."
The clock ticked down another second, and the weight of the decision grew heavier. The time for action was running out, and Nobuaki knew that whatever he chose now could have irreversible consequences.
Ken's voice cut through the tension in the room like a sharp knife. "Oi, you useless fellow, if you really want to choose Billy, then do it. I don't care. But Yuri—our friend—must be alive at any cost!" His tone was harsh and demanding, but there was an undeniable urgency behind it.
Nobuaki was momentarily taken aback by Ken's words. He hadn't expected such a direct response from him, especially given Ken's earlier arrogance. But now, with the gravity of the situation settling in, it became clear: despite his rough exterior, Ken cared deeply for his friends.
"What, didn't you hear what I said?" Ken snapped again, his irritation growing as he noticed Nobuaki's pause.
Nobuaki nodded slowly, still processing the weight of the decision he was facing. He turned his gaze back to the screen on his phone, where the list of potential victims stared back at him. His thoughts were conflicted. Could he really use the game's rules to choose Billy, a bully from his past? But then again, there was no denying the urgency to save Yuri.
"Yeah, but...," Nobuaki started, his voice trailing off. "It feels unnatural, doesn't it? Acting like this—choosing someone just to end their suffering or manipulate the game's rules?"
Ken, still standing, gave him a hard stare. "You think I don't know that?" he snapped. "But if we don't do something about Yuri, we'll regret it. So, if that's what it takes, then choose Billy. But just make sure that Yuri's safe."
Nobuaki hesitated. The pressure of the decision was mounting, and he could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on him. He knew Ken was right—no matter what, they couldn't afford to let Yuri fall victim to the game. But could he truly make such a choice? Would the game allow him to pick someone like Billy and escape the consequences?
"I'm thinking," Nobuaki finally said, his mind racing. "I need to make the right call. It's not just about revenge or saving Yuri. It's about finding a way out of this cursed game for all of us."
The clock was ticking. Time was running out, and the decision would have to be made—soon