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A narrow street. A quiet afternoon.
A boy stands there, stiff and silent… forcing a smile he doesn’t feel.
Across from him, a large, heavy kid keeps talking loudly.
He keeps correcting him… telling him he’s doing everything wrong.
Then suddenly, the big kid stops talking.
Amai watches him carefully.
Inside his head, one thought repeats.
These people… they are not good at studies.
They are not good at sports either.
And yet… their pride is enormous.
So Amai has learned one simple rule.
Never damage their pride.
Just smile.
Agree with whatever they say.
Do exactly what they tell you.
If you do that… they stop targeting you.
Sometimes… they even reward you for it.
But today… the atmosphere changes.
A voice cuts through the street.
“Stop that.”
Amai turns his head, annoyed.
Another idiot… he thinks.
The bullies look over and laugh.
The newcomer is wearing the jacket of a prestigious junior high school.
To them, he looks like nothing more than a kid who does not understand how to speak respectfully.
One of them steps forward.
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He decides to teach the kid a lesson.
But before he can say anything else…
Yuji slaps him across the face.
“Violence ends here.”
The words are calm… but the moment explodes.
The other bullies rush him instantly.
Yuji moves without hesitation.
One punch drops the first attacker.
A quick kick sends the second one flying.
Clean. Direct. No wasted motion.
Yuji does not fight wildly — he ends the fight in seconds.
Then he turns his head toward Amai.
“What about you?” his eyes ask.
Amai freezes.
This was not supposed to happen.
But before the tension grows further…
The scene shifts.
Elsewhere in the Culling Game zone.
Megumi explains something important.
“This area is crowded with players.”
There is a reason people move through this route.
First — it is easy to travel.
Second…
Megumi’s base is nearby.
And right now, he has a simple request.
“Let me take a bath,” he says calmly.
“I haven’t had any rest since yesterday.”
Meanwhile, Amai guides Yuji through the city.
They stop in front of an old theater building.
Amai points toward it.
“Gurumaa made this place his base.”
Yuji nods and starts walking toward the entrance.
“Thanks for helping me.”
He pauses for a moment.
Then adds quietly,
“I want to meet my friend… so I need to hurry.”
Amai watches him walk away.
Inside his mind… chaos begins.
He remembers something.
Gurumaa.
A powerful player.
Someone even strong fighters struggled to defeat.
Yuji, however, sounds confident.
He claims he has already beaten someone like that before.
But Amai’s thoughts are darker.
He knows something Yuji doesn’t.
He could warn him.
He should warn him.
Instead… his fear wins.
His breathing becomes heavy.
Then suddenly…
Amai drops to his knees.
“Please forgive me.”
Yuji turns, confused.
But the apology is not meant for him.
From the shadows… another figure appears.
Reggie.
Amai had already met him before.
And now the truth becomes clear.
Yuji was walking into a trap.
Reggie watches Yuji carefully.
Megumi — Fushiguro — also notices the strange expression on Yuji’s face.
“Why are you making that face?” Reggie asks calmly.
“You don’t scare me anymore.”
He begins to explain something about Reggie… but Reggie immediately cuts him off.
“Be quiet.”
“My time is valuable.”
The tension rises.
But the scene changes again.
Inside the theater.
Gurumaa sits comfortably in a bath.
Relaxed. Completely at ease.
Then someone approaches him.
Gurumaa raises an eyebrow.
“Who are you?”
“And what exactly are you doing here?”
The visitor calmly asks a strange question.
“Have you ever taken a bath… while still wearing clothes?”
Gurumaa blinks.
“No.”
The stranger continues.
“It feels better than you would expect.”
He sounds oddly relaxed.
He even begins talking about swimming lessons from school.
Lessons where students had to swim fully clothed.
Recently, he says, he has started challenging himself.
Trying things he once thought were wrong.
Even though he is already in his thirties…
He feels like he is slowly becoming reckless.
Gurumaa laughs.
“Alright… that is a little funny.”
Then he finally asks the obvious question.
“You are Gurumaa, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s talk.”
Gurumaa raises a hand immediately.
“Wait.”
“My consulting fee is five thousand yen per minute.”
He pauses.
Then smiles.
“I’m joking. I was just pretending to be a corrupt lawyer.”
But his eyes sharpen.
“You have one hundred points… don’t you?”
Yuji realizes something.
This man is not someone from the distant past.
He recently gained his cursed technique.
Which means…
There is a chance he might listen to reason.
Yuji decides to speak honestly.
“We want to stop the Culling Game.”
Then he corrects himself.
“More precisely… we want to remove the rule forcing players to kill each other.”
To do that…
Yuji needs those one hundred points.
Gurumaa listens silently.
Then answers without hesitation.
“No.”
Yuji pauses.
“Was that another joke?”
“No.”
Gurumaa’s expression grows serious.
“I see possibility in this game.”
Most of the time, he explains…
Laws are powerless.
But here, inside the Culling Game…
The power he received feels real.
And if the power is real…
Then the rules must also be real.
This means something important.
Justice no longer needs a courtroom.
Truth no longer needs lawyers.
Here…
People can punish the guilty directly.
Gurumaa admits the system has flaws.
But he is not ready to destroy it yet.
Especially because of two rules.
Rule number two… and rule number eight.
He wants to see how their “stack removal” truly works.
Yuji tries to argue.
“The Culling Game is a ritual.”
“When it ends… everyone in this country will die.”
Gurumaa immediately calls him a liar.
“This game is designed to continue forever.”
Yuji hesitates.
Even he is not completely sure.
But he pushes forward anyway.
“Then let me change the wording of my request.”
“Let me use your one hundred points.”
The room becomes quiet.
Gurumaa stares at him for a moment.
Then asks a chilling question.
“Have you ever killed someone who made your life miserable?”
Yuji does not answer.
Gurumaa smiles slightly.
“It feels far better than you think.”
Then he calls someone.
“Shikigami.”
A presence begins to form beside him.
The air inside the theater changes instantly.
The negotiation is over.
Now… the real conflict begins.
