“You call them monsters. But really, how disgusting. Take a look in the mirror.”
Branding them as ‘Unlaws’ monsters. Using them as weapons, as tools. Exploiting them for your own conveniences, desires and selfishness. Not recognizing their human rights, only seeing their abilities.
“Which one is really the monster?”
If they committed crimes of their own will, if they used their abilities as they pleased, it’s understandable that they be punished. But if not? If it was an accident caused by their abilities, or an out-of-control incident, but they didn’t cross the line?
There are those with various thoughts and various abilities. The difference of whether those differences are just a bit larger or not.
Surely, it’s not that big a difference.
They should be able to live without committing crimes, doing the right thing, being different from everyone while doing things for everyone’s sake, living so as not to bother anyone.
“It’s not about being a monster, it’s about monsters doing bad things—like you.”
“You’re saying strange things, Norman. Aren’t you also using those four girls?”
“Ah—that’s true. You’re right.”
From the outside, I’m probably no different than Jim in that regard.
For my own convenience, I’m prioritizing those four girls over others, driving people away, killing them, rejecting them.
“And yet, even to a monster like me—they gave me their love.”
Each in her own words, confessed her love to the monster Norman.
[“Yes, this tone warms me.”]
[“Whichever form you take, please—look upon my true self.”]
[“As long as you call me a detective—I will continue being one.”]
[“Your choice, whatever it is—brings me more joy than anything.”]
They brought color to my empty world.
So I won’t allow their hearts to be scorned and looked down upon.
If I can’t forgive it, then—I’ll stake everything to accomplish it.
“That’s why I’m going to kill you. If you don’t die, I’ll keep killing you until you give up. If you don’t give up, I’ll kill you until you die.”
“—Wonderful! Let’s do that then! Try deducing and proving you can kill the me that exists now, show me! You can be the detective and I’ll be the villain!”
“I don’t care what roles we have. In the end, there’s only one word that describes us both.”
And that is,
“We’re moles from the same hole. Fellow moles—just devouring each other. Befitting of monsters, right?”
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The detective’s cold gaze pierced the villain sharply. He lightly swung out the folding cane he took from his pocket to extend it, gripping it naturally in the middle of the shaft. The villain grinned broadly, eyes glittering as he raised both fists in front of himself.
The distance between was just a few meters. The light came from the electric lamps on the four stone pillars and the moonlight.
“Now, let’s have fun, Norman!”
The villain stepped forward with a light movement. But it was an inhuman physical ability. The distance between closed in the blink of an eye, and a sharp straight right punch came flying. It entered the hall with a perfect textbook motion.
“—–Oh!?”
There was a cracking sound. It was the sound of the villain’s right elbow snapping like splintered wood.
The detective deflected the approaching right fist with thr left arm gripping the cane, using some technique. And before the villain’s arm could fully extend, The detective ensnared it with the cane, locking the joint, and used the acceleration to brutally break his arm.
“The second time.”
And the detective didn’t stop there. With his left arm entangled in the villain’s right arm, he shifted his wrist and moved the tip of the cane. The target was the villain’s throat. With a thud, the detective struck him in the throat with the cane handle.
Inevitably, the cane tip shot out, slamming directly into the villain’s throat.
“Ggrr—–“
A dull sound escaped from the villain’s mouth. An inarticulate voice. The cane thrust squarely into his throat crushed it and pulverized the cervical vertebrae behind it. Like a fallen camellia flower, his neck bent unnaturally.
It was an instant death from the counterattack.
But from the broken, bent neck that should have killed him, the attached face twisted into a deeper grin.
“Haa…as expe…”
He tried to say “as expected,” but the words didn’t come. The detective was already moving.
With a kick from his left foot, he drove into the villain’s right knee, crushing it. Separate from physical ability or bodily strength, based on human anatomy, the villain’s knee gave way. With the arm still ensnared, he seized the villain’s swaying head.
“—–Huh!”
With a sharp exhale, he slammed the villain’s face into the stone pavement, smashing it down.
A sickening crunch of the shattered skull.
“…………”
Without losing the momentum from the full-force smash, he spun once on the pavement before standing up and turning around.
Red lifeblood spilled from the head, defiling the stone tiles. The forehead was shattered, and the brain surely damaged as well.
Vital points of the human body, its structure. Where and how to efficiently destroy a person.
The detective, once an army medic, knew it well.
It’s a terrible thing to use techniques and knowledge meant to save lives to kill, but still.
“The third time.”
Gazing at the corpse with its neck broken and face caved in,
“Noo, Normaaan!”
The villain sprang up, shouting the detective’s name. His neck was already healed, and the damage to his face was starting to regenerate too. His words were slightly slurred and he staggered for a few steps, but soon returned to normal.
“……Disgusting.”
Watching directly, the wounds closed up like a reverse playback.
The spilled blood remained, but the flesh filling in the wounds was a gruesome sight.
“Don’t say that, Norman! You can do the same, can’t you?”
The villain advanced on the detective with open arms, laughing mockingly.
This time, a left hook sliced through the night air toward the detective’s face. The detective simply dropped to one knee and ducked his head to dodge it. The hook grazed his face slightly, cutting his ear and splattering blood. Diving into the villain’s range, he thrust out his right side, using that momentum to drive his right elbow into his enemy’s body.
“Guh…ah!”
The elbow struck squarely into the heart’s location.
Utilizing the villain’s own forward inertia, it plunged in deeply, shattering his ribs.
Before the villain could counter with his right arm, the detective hooked the cane handle behind his right heel. Scooping upward with the handle, he kicked out the heel, causing the villain to topple backward.
“—–The fourth time.”
Seizing the lapel of the falling tuxedo, the detective halted his descent and rammed the cane shaft into his left eye.
With a wet squelch, the eyeball burst, and when he withdrew the cane, the villain fell slowly backward.
“That one was a bit messy.”
He carelessly wiped the shaft on the stone tiles. But his gaze never left the villain.
“…………You say terrible things, Norman.”
“……I’m getting sick of this.”
With a sigh, he watched the villain rise again.
More accurately, he watched the wounds. The shattered left eye socket regenerating in that reverse playback.
He had pulverized the vital points, broken the neck, damaged the brain, even burst the eyeball – yet all the wounds healed.
Staring at the closing wounds, sickened by the sight yet burning it into his memory,
“!?”
A searing heat lanced into his right side. The shooting pain made him crumple reflexively, clutching the blood gushing from his flank.
“Hahaha, I had a trick up my sleeve too.”
In the villain’s hand was a small gun. A compact single-shot model concealable in the sleeve.
The detective’s focus on the villain’s wounds had cost him, slowing his reaction.
“But…I was aiming for your heart, you see.”
“……Looking at the muzzle, your gaze, the angle of your arm…I could calculate the trajectory. I just…got a bit distracted and couldn’t fully dodge it.”
“Fufufu…you say such amazing things so casually.”
Admiring him despite treating his own wound, the villain’s slightly unsteady gait was likely from blood loss.
Yet he still smiled.
“Well, your technique was splendid. I realized that even being immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die. After this is over, I’ll have to retrain my skills. That wound doesn’t look pretty either – shall we call it a night?”
“Whatever, I don’t care about that.”
Norman simply spat the words out as he stood. His footing was unsteady, but still.
“Norman! Don’t push yourself, I don’t actually want you dead!”
“—-Shut up.”
As Jim approached within arm’s reach, Norman suddenly burst into motion.
Like a predator, he ignored his own injury to circle behind Jim.
“!?”
He plunged a slim dagger into Jim’s chest – a blade concealed in his telescoping cane.
“What are you…doing, Norman! I don’t mind you hugging me, but stabbing me with a sword!”
“I missed the vitals. …Well, if you thrash around weirdly, it could shift and hit a major vessel.”
Hearing this, Jim froze. Even if he couldn’t die, Norman would if he moved wrongly. The detective was well-versed in what areas to target as dangerous or not.
“Besides…it’s not pointless.”
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