NovelEnglishYoukoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e
Volume 10, Prologue: “The Monologue of Yōsuke Hirata”Volume 10, Prologue: “The Monologue of Yōsuke Hirata”
To me, my classmates are important existences.
…No, that’s 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.
That’s why I have to protect them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEventually, protecting my class became my duty.
However— that’s 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 Ayanokōji-kun perhaps.
That’s why I sometimes see him overlapping with my previous self.
But I changed.
After that incident, there was no way I wouldn’t.
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 he's still alive is pure coincidence.
Him dying wouldn’t 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"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 doesn’t matter.
At this stage, it doesn’t matter anymore.
ILLUSTRATION: https://imgur.com/a/gyQSNNk
At the very end of this worst special exam.
I, I—
(Prologue End)
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