Editing Kaze no Stigma:Volume5 Chapter 5 (section)

=== Part 2 === 



"........it turned up, huh?"

Due to the collapse of the Tokyo Government Office, overlooking the Central Park from the highest floor of the partially destroyed National Diet Building, Kazuma murmured. 

Close to the center of the park, an old western style house instantly made an appearance. 

A large quantity of Youki gathered and was in the process of going there but for him right now that is inconsequential. 

That's right, everything else is not worth worrying about. There are just two important things.

To kill - that annoying Majutsushi.

To break - that disgusting doll imitating his beloved.

He won't let anything get in the way. He won't stop. 

Because he took this power for the sake of revenge.

"Just wait, Bernhardt"

The moment he kicked the foothold and soared into the sky, Kazuma suddenly remembered.

That once, the same thing happened.

"Humph........"

Kazuma laughed at the repeating farce.

At that time, Kazuma challenged the Majutsushi for Tsoi Rin. 

At that time, to rescue her. And this time, to kill.

The objective was reversed. But, the result will still be the same. Because right now, he has that much power.

Because right now, he has that much power enough to make the world obey his will, for the sake of fulfilling his objective.

''"How regretful. How unsightly even if I say so myself"''

But even so, he cannot help but think. Just like he thought thousands, tens of thousands before. 

''If he only had this power back then''









"Stooooooooooop it!!"

Kazuma screamed at the top of his voice - or so he wanted but what came through his broken throat resembled a hoarse stridor not recognizable words. 

The man didn't turn around. 

He looked at him once at the beginning but then perfectly ignoring Kazuma's existence he performed the ceremony - and the he carried it out.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Without asking for agreement, he showed Kazuma that sad sight. The whole story of stealing everything from the existence of the woman he loved.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

He couldn't do anything. Not rescuing her, not even delaying the ceremony by at least a second. 

Not allowed anything, not accomplishing anything, he lost his most precious thing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

His hands and feet were completely broken, he couldn't stand up. He could only let out hollow moans and shed tears from his eyes that were miraculously safe. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" 

Abruptly the weight disappeared from his back. Handling Kazuma like a baby, the familiar that mercilessly trampled him down, wanted to put his legs out of the way.

The familiar quickly backed off and went down on his knees respectfully. Of course, not in front of Kazuma. In front of its master that stepped in front of Kazuma.

Pointing hie eyeballs upward to the almost limit Kazuma looked up at the man. He no longer had the energy to move his neck. 

"........Er...win......"

With a grazed voice he called the name of the enemy. The man - Erwin Leszaar looked down on Kazuma as if looking at a spot on the floor. 

According to the legend, he was at the very least three hundred years old but no matter how you look at it those features were of a young man in his twenties. 

Hid blond hair, blue eyes and white skin turned him to the very picture of a handsome man. 

"I don't really understand but - ", Erwin asked Kazuma bending his head slightly in wonder. 

"After all, why did you came here? "

"........!!"

He didn't make fun of him. That was a genuine question. 

Understanding his do or die action was only recognized as a disturbance, Kazuma's body burned in humiliation. 

"Thinking about it, even your situation is a little unclear. You can use some Jutsu but not enough to call yourself a Jutsushi. Aah, your <<Ki>> is nicely mature and well-rounded. It's a big deal considering how young you are! "

Without carrying about Kazuma's thoughts Erwin continued talking one-sided. 

"But that's all. Are you a master of martial arts who can dabble just a little bit in Jutsu, are you some dropped out smatterer aiming to become a Jutsushi - at any rate, in front of a real Majutsushi that degree of power is mere child's play. 

You understand that much, right? "

''"So what.........?"''

Kazuma responded with a gaze loaded with an infinite number of curses.

''"So, should I have abandoned her? Would it have been better to give up? "

".........Tsoi........Rin........"

He only said those two words. The name of the girl he wanted to protect but couldn't. 

"Tsoi Rin? Aah, the name of the miss who became a sacrifice. Then you came here to rescue her - without considering your chances? "

As if giving praise to Kazuma's courage, a smile was etched into his lips. And then he completely changed -

"How foolish that was"

"......!!"

Kazuma's body trembled in fury. But, that body, already couldn't move even a finger. 

If he could move for a second, only for a second, he will definitely bite that man's windpipe - 

"At the expense of that girl, I received life. She did very well, that girl. However, your death, because you couldn't obstruct the ceremony, is really meaningless. A human should die in a more meaningful manner - don't you agree? "

"Fu....fuck, you....."

That was the greatest fury he felt so far. As if he had already died, it wasn't because his death would be in vain. 

He self-consciously knew he was fatally wounded. Even assuming they'll leave him as it it without the final blow, he will die in a few hours anyway. 

That was inconsequential. Because he had already lost the reason to stay alive.

''"She did very well, huh? "''

While stealing Tsoi Rin's life, the shamelessness of talking about her death as meaningful - he could never allow such a thing.

Kazuma knew the meaning of becoming a sacrifice to the devil. 

That wasn't a mere corporeal death. It was the extinction of the soul, of the existence itself. 

She will never be born again, the return to absolute nothingness. 

The ultimate ''end''.

Even when the last judgment will come, Tsoi Rin won't be saved.

".........damn...you......."

Spitting out a jeer weaker that a sigh, Kazuma glared at Erwin. 

Why, did Tsoi Rin had to die? 

For the selfish desire of this man.

Why. Why. Why.

"Well then"

Losing his interest towards Kazuma, Erwin left the room.

"Clean this up"

".......Wait.....bastard........."

He reached out feebly - when he wanted to reach out he convulsed - Kazuma's right arm was crushed under the familiar's foot. Another long bone was broken.

".......Gaaah....."

While spitting out blood froth together with that small shriek, Kazuma looked up at the familiar's appearance. 

With features of both demon and beast, a lower grade devil whose ugly exterior inspired revulsion in those who looked at him. 

Will he be killed by something like this? 

Kazuma was wrapped in a sense of helplessness. He lost the girl he had to protect, he couldn't retaliate even once against the Majutsushi he should kill, and will die here without killing at least one of those pawns? 

The familiar's mug changed to sneer. Those sharp claws that mangled Kazuma many times were pushed out for show. 

".......Will I.....die......?"

If those claws were to stab him, he will die this time. It wasn't a guess, he understood it was a definite fact.

He was supposed to have already lost his meaning to live. He was supposed not to mind even death. 

But, even so - as expected, death is scary.

Without reason, he purely thought ''I don't want to die''. And then -