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Volume 5 Trouble File First Second Half Part 12

Because of that, Izayoi could say with absolute certainty that he will never forget Ishi for as long as he lives. Because she was the one who opened his eyes to a very simple, but at the same time oh so hard to grasp truth: that even the things that we do not view as valuable have their own value. It as also thanks to her words that the possibility of the future in which Sakamaki Izayoi would one day use his immense power in order to destroy the entire world driven by anger and revenge died within him on that day, at that moment when they were standing together at the shore of that beach.

「 . . . . . . . . 」

But even so. . . .. there were still times where he could not stop himself from thinking: what would have happened if that smile of hers have been clouded by darkness, and Ishi would have expressed her desire to be avenged? If she spoke even a single word that would have been filled with grudges and hatred towards those who doomed her to live such a short, limited life.. . . and if Izayoi followed through on his original intention of of becoming an angel of death in Ishi’s name.

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Standing in the pool of blood that the floor has turned into, Izayoi felt as if he was in a daze.

「My oh my, that was also rather flashy, do you not think, hmm?」

Pushing the remains of the shattered door that were barely hanging on its hinges, Canaria called out to the bloodied Izayoi.

It has now been three weeks since Ishi’s death, followed up by Izayoi’s mysterious disappearance. Mind you, it was not all that uncommon for him to be disappearing every now and then, but this time was the first time when Canaria was unable to pinpoint his location for such a long time. But one glance at the bloody corpse at Izayoi’s feet was all that Canaria needed to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and so, all she did was sighing a little.

「So your target this time were the smugglers and the trafficers responsible for getting the black Albino to the cannibals, huh? Good thing we already identified them beforehand, and if we wanted to eradicate them and put a stop to their operations then a preemptive strike was definitely the smart thing to do, but. . . . was it really necessary for you to kill them all in such a gruesome way? You do realize that even if you killed all of them now, it will not have any major impact on their operations and the way in which they performed them, meaning that the same proceedures that you have put a stop to now might as well resume sometime in the future? After all, the war is not going to end simply because you have killed all of the enemies, you know?」

「the war is not going to end simply because you have killed all of the enemies.」. One day Izayoi is going to realize what those words truly meant in all of their gruesomeness, but that day was not on that day. On that day when he finished killing all of the people responsible for spreading the black Albino meat around the world he still lacked both intelligence and mental dexterity required to fully comprehend it.

Right now, Izayoi simply wiped the blood of his face with the back of his hand, and then looked down at the corpse that was still alive just moments ago with contempt and disgust.

The reason why he did not reply to Canaria’s words at all was because she perfectly summed up his entire plan and the intentions behind it. Initially, he even wanted to do exactly like Canaria said and leave at least some of the smugglesrs, trafficers and brokers alive after beating them up only half to death so that that could act as a living testament of what is going to happen to those who would try to do similar things in the future, but then something happened. Something that finally gave him the push that he needed to stop being merciful and send every last one of them on a screaming express ride to hell.

For a while, both Izayoi and Canaria simply stood there without saying as much as a word to one another, but in the end Izayoi was the one who opened his mouth first.

「. . . 「Save me! Please! Spare my life!」. They were saying things like that as I was beating them up.」

「 . . . Hmm?」

「「Help me! Do not kill me! I do not want to die yet! I changed my mind! Starting tomorrow, I will live a good and honest life, I swear! Just Do not kill meeee. . . . . . . ! ! ! ! ! !」. . all of them were saying things like that. This guy right here, the one whom I killed before him as well as all the others before these two. Same song, different person, over and over again, just like a broken record.」
Izayoi confessed that with a shaking voice while still looking down at the corpse that was begging him to not kill him with tears in its eyes. If Izayoi was his usual self, he would have never even dared to imitate the cries and pleas of the dead like he did just now. Instead, he would have just reported it in a matter-of-factly fashion to maintain the minimum required degree of respect for those who were no longer living in this world. But right now, Izayoi was not his usual self.

He killed all of those humans who were related to the black Albino breeding ground facility, and he did not do that while they were unaware of why he has come for them. He killed them only after they realized what was the reason he was pummeling their bodies into a bloody paste with his fists and were begging him to spare them.

「I know it is probably useless to ask about it after the deed has already been done. . . . . . . . but did you ever tried to forgive them and just walk away without killing them?」

「To be completely honest with you. . . . I do not know. I mean, I know that at first I really did not want to kill them all, but then they started begging for their lives even though they knew full well that they did not have any right to do so, and something just. . . . popped inside of me, you know? Now, if only they did not beg for their lives, I might have let them go with only breaking every bone in their bodies, but once they started pleading and prostrating themselves before me, it was all over for them.」

While looking at his hands which were now completely soaked with blood, Izayoi thought back to all those lives that he had taken. Aside from begging him not to kill them with all their wretched hearts, all of his victims had one thing in common: their dying faces all looked downright hideous. No pride or dignity left in them, just simple, animalistic fear that twisted them at the moment when they realized that there was no weaseling their way out of the punishment that was awaiting them.