Chapter 9.1: A Man Drenched in Blood_Starting a Night Shift Part-time Job at a Convenience Store

Chapter 9.1: A Man Drenched in Blood

 Giveimeia steamed azuki bun

 Fromithisioneiword, the worst tragedy of my lifeone of the five worst tragedies of my lifebegan to yiout.

 Mid-August. Dayibyiday, the heat was intensifying. Today marked another sweltering day with a maximum temperature of 35 degrees.

 Underithe boiling heat, my irregr lifestyle ultimately led me to suffer from summer fatigue. In recent days, the only food that passed through my throat was somen noodles. Even the wind from the faniwas unpleasant.

 Everyisummer rolled by without me purchasing an air conditioner, despite my constant thoughts that it would be a good idea to do so. Buying such a thing would be a nuisance to take care of and, above all, a wasteiof money.

 Whenithat thought crossed my mind, my sister said to me, Big brother, youre going to dry up and turn into a dried fish someday, so I pinched her and replied, You just want me to buyian air conditioner so you can have afortable Inte life, dont you?

 Myisister + air conditioner = outrageous electricity bill. Thatiwas obvious.

 Thoughiwithout joking, I reckoned it wouldnt be unexpected if I was a dried fish right now. Thei</emck of rain recently made everywhere dry and oppressively hot.

 Practicallyievery day in my house, I was looking for a ce that was a little cooler, and I was living an intemperate life, fueled by the fan, but

 Today, Iicame to a certain ce on foot, unusually, whipping my body thatined of sluggishness.

 Noiparticr reason existed, simply because I felt like it.

 Forithat reason, I stepped into a cemetery behind a temple, which was far from the localmunity. Perhaps the trees nted surrounding the cemetery emitted a lot of negative ions, or probably the air was appropriately cool, which was a sce that a fan could not deliver. It was incredible that it was cooler outside than at home. I was d I stepped out of the house.

 Iiwondered if there were many other people around this time of the year. The vast cemetery was vacant, with only a monk sweeping the floor in the corner. When the monk saw me, he gave a light bow to me.

 Itsiquite hot, isnt it? Trantor: MadHatter

 Iireplied with a small, Oh, hello.

 Fromithe water drawing ce, I borrowed a pail anddle to fetch some water, and bought a bundle of incense sticks. At the entrance to the cemetery, I carefully confirmed that no one was really there.

 Iisearched among the many rows of gravestones.

 Tombiof the Hyuga family.

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 Aibouquet of lovely, fresh flowers. Not a single weed had sprouted, and the grave showed signs of having been meticulously tended to.

 Visitingitheigrave.

 Aivisit to a gravesite by myself, I thought to myself, would not suit me.

 Butireally, just somehow I decided to drop by here.

 Whetheriit had to do with the conversation I had with Kinoshita the other day, or with the photo I happened to stumble upon in the closet was unclear butiI was drawn to this ce, and I ended uping here to visit the gravesite.

 Hyuga. My junioriin high school.

 I lit aibundle of incense andid a small bouquet of flowers, much poorer than the ones offered earlier.

 Wateriwas sprinkled on the gravestone, which reflected the suns rays and glowed dazzlingly. Before long, the area was enveloped in the smoke and fragrance of the incense sticks.

 Hyuga

 Forithe first time in a long time, I mentioned that name.

 Although I didnt have any intention to talk to the gravestone, standing there was no point, right?

 Well, nobodyiwas around as well

 Its beenia long time

 Iisaidithis, but the gravestone neither spoke nor responded.

 Notiknowing what else to say, I shut myimouth.

 Hyuga.2dew

 Real nameHyuga Aoi was one of my juniors in highischool.

 Evenithough I didnt treat them particrly well, they were an odd little fellow who would appear in unexpected ces and at unexpected intervals and follow meiaround.

 Now, theyiwere sleeping under this grave.

 Whetherithis was the case or not, Hyuga died when I was in my third year of high school.

 Byisuicide. 2e3dwx

 Onitop of that, by jumping off the old school building.

 Atithe time, various theories were spected, such as bullying, ident, etc. The exact cause remained unknown.

 Theyiwere not the sort of person who would attempt suicide. Everybody agreed on that. Despite not having an outstanding appearance, they were always overly cheerful. They were the pr opposite of me, being straightforward and earnest, and disying a smile toieveryone.

 Eveninow I found it inconceivable that Hyuga jumped off the roof of the old school building on a day when it was raining heavily and was discovered in a disfigured state.

 I still couldnt believe they threw their own life away and died after all theseiyears.

 And I had never visited their grave since their deathiuntil now.

 Moreiurately, I didnt want to.

 BecauseiI was escaping from the situation.

 Everisince then, I was terrified that I might have pushed Hyuga away.

 Pushingithem to consider suicide, and then pushing them down.

 That I led Hyuga to theirideath.

 That I killedithem

 Notidirectly, but indirectly

 Hyugaiand I were not friends. Noriwere we lovers. Simplyiput, we were seniors and juniors. Our rtionship was unstable, with me being capricious, and Hyuga being unpredictable, so we only met and talked lightly atischool.

 Peopleiaround me used to ask me, What kind of rtionship do you guys have? but I didnt put much thought into it. I merely gave them a little attention since they were ying around with me. I didnt like Hyuga, and probably they didnt like me either, as I was responding to them in an appropriate manner.

 Notwithstanding, itiwas true that I didnt dislike themieither.

 Hyuga always listened to meiearnestly.

 Sometimesithey nodded their head in silence. They kept giving responses to make the conversation go smoothly.

 Hyuga was a mysterious and strangeiguy.

 A truly strange guy, butiopen to my ideas and opinions. They epted me and believed inime.

 Theyiwere a good fellow.

 Yet, I betrayedithem.

 I didnt believe in Hyuga.32rde

 Iicalled them a liar.3edc

 Iirefused to believe in Hyuga, who believed in me.

 Hyugaitold me that they could see things that other people couldnt. I didnt believe it, so Iisimply dismissed it.

 Iiwould only respond with, Hmm, and leave it at that and Hyuga didnt press the issue any further. The only thing was, they looked slightly lonely at myiwords.

 Iiremembered themughing and remarking, You are always straightforward and never wavering.

 Oneiday, Hyuga persistently told me a story. I could only vaguely recall what they said but I could not recall the content of what theyisaid.

 Thatiguy was desperately trying to tell me something. Trying to convey something to me, trying to make me understand. It was as if Hyuga wasnt Hyuga at all. Normally, they would never do that, yet their voice rang out and their behavior was beyond strange.

 I was so bewildered that the only thing I could do was push them away.

 Iidont get it. Dont make me y along with your delusion. I probably said something worse than that. Back then, I had no doubt that what I couldnt see wasnt true. I was convinced that the rumors in school, my ssmates who were kicking up a fuss, and the members of the ult research club were all dancing around aidelusion.

 Iiwas disappointed to find out that even Hyuga believed in such an invisible and insignificant entity, and that was when I uttered those words.

 Wasithat the trigger or was there another contributing factor?

 Immediatelyiafter that, Hyugamitted suicide.

 AlthoughiKinoshita and those close to me said it wasnt my fault, the girls in ss who thought we were lovers at the time, and Hyugas parents kept using me of being responsible for their death.

 Theyikept using me of saying things like, What did you say to Hyuga? or What did you do to Hyuga?

 Iicouldnt admit firmly that I had nothing to do with the incident, but it made me want to escape from Hyugas existence. I struggled to forget about them as if I was on the run.

 Evenithough it was tough to get the memory out of my head, as time went by, the bitter memories faded away.

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 Afteriall this time, it was hopeless to investigate whether they truly had the same ability to see invisible people as Takenaka and Hirai. Iiwondered if they were speaking the truth.

 Becauseithey were not the kind of people who would easily fabricate lies that would hurt people.

 Evenithough I knew that at the time, how foolish was I for not believing them? Had I believed Hyuga, would they not have died?

 Confirmationiwas futile but now that I had awakened to my own supernatural powers, I had to admitithat I had made a mistake.

 Should I have chosen to run away, I could have. Nevertheless, I didnt opt for that optioniand continued to work part-time at the convenience store. At least, I thought it was a way to atone for my sins, a punishment forimyself.

 To know what Hyuga, whom I failed to trust, had been seeing all aloneiso far.

 Not to let myself flee from the cruelty I had perpetrated onimyself.

 Lately, I had been wondering if it might have been Hyuga who had led meito that ce.

 Perhapsithey harbored resentment against me for not believing in them and were telling me to reevaluate my own prejudices.

 Iiwondered if it was resentment after all.

 Wereitheyistillisuffering?

 Didiyoui</emmit suicide, Hyuga, becauseiof what I said?

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Chapter 9.1: A Man Drenched in Blood