15 Trust your blade

"Kill her or let her turn, it's your choice and you'll do it..."

Fujimura leaned his shoulder on the wall and spoke with indifferent tone. His eyes knew no boundary of mercy and certainly would not giving her a chance to walk away.

Saya's breath became laggard, she shivered as she held the iron sword with both hands.

"Why... why me... ?"

"You found her, therefore you responsible for her, it's up to you to decide her fate.

Kill her now to end her misery or let the time killed her, whatever decision you choose, she'll end up dead.

But should you decide to kill her, you have grant her a kindness for the last time."

Then Fujimura closed his eyes, signalling he no longer bother with her. Saya looked at him then back at the girl. Her mouth parched but no sound paved, the red liquid streamed from various spots on her body. Those eyes had widened for too long that it must be started to get hurt, but with the all critical injuries she bore, it didn't even matter anymore.

She... she... eh? What's her name again?

Now that she thought about it, she never ask her name, but the girl seem know hers.

Did she heard it from Hayate-senpai? Or she indeed recognize her?

Did this girl belong to the same class with her?

Saya lingered deep inside her mind as she paced toward the girl's location, she sat with her knees joined in the middle and pasted on the floor. The red still fresh around the girl, mixing with the rotten color of those of the dead. Her fair skin soiled by the natural paint, so did her skirt and shock but her expression remained the same, enchanted by the on going process of her own self rambling.

She raised high the iron sword over her head and hovered its pointy sharp above the girl's left head, those shivering cannot be hide from anyone eyes.

Her face turned somber, those brown eyes filled with remorse and pain.

"Gomen ̄ ne... Anata no namae wa... Oboete imasen... Dakara... Yurushite kure... " (I am sorry... your name... I couldn't remember... therefore... forgive me..."

*Puchi!*

The blade sank deep into the stem of the girl's brain, smoothly punctured the pink core and destroyed her consciousness. Her eyes no longer widened, they're a couple inches away from being completely shut. The corner of the girl's lips curled upward, it's faint but they could perceive it. She pulled out the iron sword and put it aside. She caressed the girl's eyes and let the wandering soul to sleep for eternity.

The room when silent, neither the blue hair senior nor the pink hair junior opened their vocal cord and wanted to chase away the tranquil.

"Ne... senpai..."

Fujimura didn't answer, but the girl cared not.

"Do you think... we will have to face this situation every day?" she bitterly smiled.

"So long we careful, the probability is small," he said in a slow gait.

"Probability..." the girl chuckled, but one could see a speck of water slipped through the corner of her eyes.

"Can you... keep us safe?"

"I am not... and don't ask again, not to any people, such only give you a false hope..." Fujimura straightened his back and properly stood.

"Then what should I do?" she stared at the peacefully dead girl.

He glanced to her for a brief, then spoke while strolling away.

"Trust your blade, and the will that drive you to survive..."

Takagi Saya startled, she looked into the iron sword on her side, its appearance was crude and boring, plain design from the handle to the blade, but at this moment, her eyes perceive it as something different. The boring sword, at the moment, till the next day, and so on... is the rope of her life. And if she wanted to live, she had to stop mopping, raised high the weapon, and strove fighting for it...

She wiped her tears, grabbing the iron sword and stood up... she stopped before the gate, glancing to the girl over her shoulder, she nodded and leave.

Back in the store, the two pair of jackass had finished grabbing whatever they wanted to have, as soon as they saw Fujimura came out drenched in blood, their expression instantly changed, it was a worry, but joy also not absent.

"What the heck happen there? Also, I heard screaming earlier, is everything fine?" the punk dude strode over, his eyes scanned the blue haired senior for any possible distinguish injury, not without enthusiasm.

Fujimura stopped and gave him his crimson eyes, then ignored the man again.

"Hey, hey, come on talk to me... what happen inside? Where is the pink hair girl? Did you guys meet the black hair girl?" he twitched his eyes, feeling hate for the guy as he kept treating him like shit.

In truth, he already knew what happen, the ruckus of fight was impossible to be quiet but he and the boy just kept silent in the main store. It's not like they could do anything about it anyway. In the duration of fight, he couldn't help but fantasizing this four eyes bastard to get bit by one of them. He swore he will always went to temple if it is really happening.

Fujimura still gave him no attention, he just mind his own business, picking up stuff that he deemed necessary.

Bastard...

The punk clenched his hand, at this moment, Saya strolled out, her gruesome appearance gave them quite a scare.

"O... oh... it's the pink hair girl, hehe, it's glad to see you safe and sound, how about that girl? Is she fine too?" he left Fujimura and approached Saya with friendly face.

The girl just walked pass his side, brushing his left arm in the process and made him stumbling. Not only from someone older than him, even a person from his peerage also treating him like trash, a woman at that!

Enough is enough...

He abruptly raised his hand and grabbed Saya's right shoulder, pulling her slender body backward.

"You stupid little girl, you think you can ignore me, huh?!" his face twisted in ugly manner, one eye slightly bigger than other and his lips crooked.

"Let go..." Saya said while declining her head.

"Humph, acting arrogant like you are a sort of queen bee, you be remember this, you just nothing but tits and pussy, nothing but a man vent for their frustration!" the hand left her shoulder and reached to her front, almost grasped her right mound.

Saya swiftly raised the iron sword and swung it backward, the cold edge glinted and almost wounded the punk's neck, if not for her self-restraint perhaps it already went pass through that soft part of human body.

The punk's expression froze, looking at the blade that reeked with blood, a cold sweat dropped from his forehead, because of anger he forgot that she had this weapon in her hand. Also he thought she won't have the courage of using it since she's pretty weak looking.

"Wow, what the hell girl, put it down..." his feet prepared to take a step backward.

"You might want to rethink your action..." Saya said with fixed face.

"W-what?" his legs ceased their motion.

"Do you know? By exposing the blood of those monster into your own, you might also get the infection.

This sword... had been bathed many times with their blood, and the previous owner didn't bother on cleaning it. A virus could survive for many hours in a hard surface, thus I suspect that the iron had some of them still stuck onto it," her tone was flat dreary.

"Y-you're lying... we only could get infected through the bite..." he said that but his body had no intention on moving away.

"You wanna bet? It only take one clean cut to test it out," her eyes rippled in dangerous way.

The punk gulped his throat, his body had been drenched with lot of sweat. The short boy on the side already hid behind a shelf, holding his own bladder from leaking out.

They had been in that position for a while, as the time progressed, Saya's hand began to numb but she let out a smirk instead.

"I am not as good as Hayate-senpai or Busujima-senpai in regard of sword, my hand is rather unable to become steady for a long time, I fear I may accidentally cut you... well, if that happen, may god have mercy on your soul," then her hand twitched.

"Wait, wait, I am sorry, I am sorry, I won't do it again, please don't hurt me!" his will finally crumbled and began to pitifully plead.

Saya squinted her eyes, in all truth, she wanted so much to cut this man down, making him took the responsibility of what he just did. Yes, she knew the girl's dead must have been anything to do with this punk. Such timid girl was impossible to wander alone like that, at least she notified other people first. She didn't know what mumbo jumbo spell he did to make the girl willingly departed on her own and met her bitter end at the back, but she willing to find out whether he could survive a decapitation.

But in the end she didn't do it, she won't hesitate to cut down those monster anymore, but another human... no matter how scum they are, she won't fall into the same rank, at least not now, not until he really gave her a reason to.

Oh, please... just provoke me... I gladly accompany you.

She put down the sword slowly, the punk dude still not move from his spot, he raised his hand and wiped his own neck, rubbing off the mark of satan from taking his live.

"Hehe... that's a good girl," the punk dude nervously laughed while holding his neck.

Saya just smirked at him, then she raised her leg and kicked hard forward

"Hurgh!" the punk instantly felt as if his manhood drilled back inside his body, with agony on his face, he joined his thigh together and brought down his hand. Soon he fell into his knee with face so much in suffering.

Saya snorted at this and she went to finish the assignment. Fujimura smirked, although he wanted to see her kill the man but it seemed it's still too sooner for her, oh well, there is always another day.

He opened the menu to check on his affection level with Saya.

Takagi Saya

Affection (Lv2): Lv1\Int+3, Lv2\Int+5, Lv3\Easy learning 50%, Lv4\???, Lv5\???

Easy Learning (Innate): Decrease all the SP requisition you need to master a skill.

I see, this is quite useful skill, but only if I have many or expensive skill that I want to learn, currently there is only few cheap skill that available so it might not that worthy to learn now. But I sure got a high boost in Int, next time I got money, I might buy some Int based skill, perhaps magic?

He closed the menu and finished the task on gathering the supply. Soon the mini bus once again drove off, heading toward the promise they had been made.