Prologue: The Monologue of Ysuke Hirata

To me, my classmates are important existences.

No, thats not quite right.

To me, my class is the important one.

I know very well the contradiction within that statement.

To protect my important friends, I have to protect the class.

If I can protect the class, I can protect my friends.

The class is a gathering of several students. There are as many different ways of thinking as there are the number of people. They start fighting each other over the most insignificant things.

Thats why I have to protect them.

Eventually, protecting my class became my duty.

However thats not my true self.

I was never the center of my class originally. Instead, my existence was that of a shadow.

Using Class C as an example, I may have been similar to Ayanokji-kun perhaps.

Thats why I sometimes see him overlapping with my previous self.

But I changed.

After that incident, there was no way I wouldnt.

When I was little, I had a very good friend. A friend who was together with me from kindergarten to middle school. He was being bullied without me noticing and ended up attempting suicide.

No, the fact that hes still alive is pure coincidence.

Him dying wouldnt be strange at all.

That day.

From that day on, my life began to change.

I began to think of how to get rid of bullying.

But I failed.

The class was being pinned down because they were making the wrong choices. The fights within the class itself have disappeared, but at the same time, so did the smiles. And then, yet again, the same thing was about to happen right in front of me. I cannot let the same mistake repeat itself. That was the single answer I reached.

The only way to protect this class.

That is

The scene spreading out in front of me was filled with my classmates watching me with surprise on their faces.

Horikita can you shut up a bit.

Words containing no signs of intelligence.

Vulgar and full of violence. My own words.

A voice far from anger or sadness.

My classmates, including Horikita-san, look at me strangely.

That doesnt matter.

At this stage, it doesnt matter anymore.

At the very end of this worst special exam.

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