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Authors: Ryohgo Narita
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more of a creeping sensation, the feeling of my body rotting from the inside out. Yet I’d managed to avoid my death by shooting or stabbing in that case.
But what I’d just experienced was instantaneous fear. An explosion of fear—the feeling one must feel when stabbed out of nowhere by a man passing in the street.
In fact, a knife wasn’t adequate to describe this. A katana…yes, the victims of the katana slasher running wild in Ikebukuro right now might have felt this same fear.
And now that the fear had passed…
…I remembered why I wanted to be a journalist.
I wanted control, to monopolize.
I wanted to gain the best, most shocking information on my own and tell the world about it myself. By doing so, that “truth” became mine.
It was the search of that pleasure that drove me to become a journalist, but after getting married and raising a daughter, my bubbling passion had cooled off.
And now it was back.
It had all come back just now.
Brought back by the fear I’d just tasted.
Incredible.
It’s incredible.
How stupid I must have been to doubt this.
But it was that very stupidity that led me here.
Here to my article!
The boy screaming about curiosity in my heart was dead. He had just died.
And now, the adult me was screaming it for him.
“Write!
“Seize it!
“Seize all of the truth, even if you have to fabricate it!
“Turn the fear that man put in you into your own strength!
“That’s right, I’m coming out ahead.
“I found this through the experience of fear and pain!
”
No matter how much I screamed them out, my heart kept overflowing with new words.
I want to tell the world about that fear.
I want to write an article about Shizuo Heiwajima.
With my hands, my own hands!
I want Shizuo Heiwajima and everything abnormal about him to belong to me, without exception.
That’s right.
I’ll get over this.
I’ll get over my fear, research everything about him, and announce his exalted strength to the entire world. That’s my duty as a journalist. In fact, when you consider what had to happen for me to come across him, you could say that it’s my
fate
.
I don’t care if all the rumors swirling around him are lies.
The instant of terror that I felt is an eternal truth! I don’t even care if you tell me he’s not the strongest. My article will
make
him the strongest!
That’s right! I’ve got better things to do than lie on the ground here.
I stood up at once and took a step forward to conquer my moment of fear—no, to make that fear my own weapon.
That’s right. I’m a journalist.
I’ll uncover everything about him—starting with his tastes, his personal ties…and how he can wield such incredible strength in such a thin body! Everything: past, present, and future!
If I can write this article, my life will get back on track. I’ll patch things up with my daughter. I can rekindle the old flame with my wife. It’ll be just like it was before…
I clenched my fist with absolute determination, ready to write the greatest article ever about Shizuo Heiwajima. Clenched it hard, so hard…
That night—chat room
« Did you hear? Today’s slasher victim was the guy who wrote the “Tokyo Disaster” articles for
Tokyo Warrior
. »
Oh, a magazine writer?
[…Uh, is that true?]
« When have I ever lied to you? »
[Is he all right?]
« Well, apparently he’s in a coma, critical condition! For some reason, he had bruises all over his body in addition to the slash wound. But the cut’s already scabbing over, so they’re saying that he probably got it earlier in the day! »
[Is that so…?]
? Do you know him?
[Er, no… But I’m a fan of those articles.]
Oh. Maybe I should start reading them…
Anyway, these slashings are getting scary, aren’t they?
« Really! I can’t even set foot outside! »
[Hmm. I wish the police would get a handle on this.]
—SAIKA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—
« Here we goooo! »
[Ah.]
Huh?
|cut|
|cut, today|
« Well, I
But what I’d just experienced was instantaneous fear. An explosion of fear—the feeling one must feel when stabbed out of nowhere by a man passing in the street.
In fact, a knife wasn’t adequate to describe this. A katana…yes, the victims of the katana slasher running wild in Ikebukuro right now might have felt this same fear.
And now that the fear had passed…
…I remembered why I wanted to be a journalist.
I wanted control, to monopolize.
I wanted to gain the best, most shocking information on my own and tell the world about it myself. By doing so, that “truth” became mine.
It was the search of that pleasure that drove me to become a journalist, but after getting married and raising a daughter, my bubbling passion had cooled off.
And now it was back.
It had all come back just now.
Brought back by the fear I’d just tasted.
Incredible.
It’s incredible.
How stupid I must have been to doubt this.
But it was that very stupidity that led me here.
Here to my article!
The boy screaming about curiosity in my heart was dead. He had just died.
And now, the adult me was screaming it for him.
“Write!
“Seize it!
“Seize all of the truth, even if you have to fabricate it!
“Turn the fear that man put in you into your own strength!
“That’s right, I’m coming out ahead.
“I found this through the experience of fear and pain!
”
No matter how much I screamed them out, my heart kept overflowing with new words.
I want to tell the world about that fear.
I want to write an article about Shizuo Heiwajima.
With my hands, my own hands!
I want Shizuo Heiwajima and everything abnormal about him to belong to me, without exception.
That’s right.
I’ll get over this.
I’ll get over my fear, research everything about him, and announce his exalted strength to the entire world. That’s my duty as a journalist. In fact, when you consider what had to happen for me to come across him, you could say that it’s my
fate
.
I don’t care if all the rumors swirling around him are lies.
The instant of terror that I felt is an eternal truth! I don’t even care if you tell me he’s not the strongest. My article will
make
him the strongest!
That’s right! I’ve got better things to do than lie on the ground here.
I stood up at once and took a step forward to conquer my moment of fear—no, to make that fear my own weapon.
That’s right. I’m a journalist.
I’ll uncover everything about him—starting with his tastes, his personal ties…and how he can wield such incredible strength in such a thin body! Everything: past, present, and future!
If I can write this article, my life will get back on track. I’ll patch things up with my daughter. I can rekindle the old flame with my wife. It’ll be just like it was before…
I clenched my fist with absolute determination, ready to write the greatest article ever about Shizuo Heiwajima. Clenched it hard, so hard…
That night—chat room
« Did you hear? Today’s slasher victim was the guy who wrote the “Tokyo Disaster” articles for
Tokyo Warrior
. »
Oh, a magazine writer?
[…Uh, is that true?]
« When have I ever lied to you? »
[Is he all right?]
« Well, apparently he’s in a coma, critical condition! For some reason, he had bruises all over his body in addition to the slash wound. But the cut’s already scabbing over, so they’re saying that he probably got it earlier in the day! »
[Is that so…?]
? Do you know him?
[Er, no… But I’m a fan of those articles.]
Oh. Maybe I should start reading them…
Anyway, these slashings are getting scary, aren’t they?
« Really! I can’t even set foot outside! »
[Hmm. I wish the police would get a handle on this.]
—SAIKA HAS ENTERED THE CHAT—
« Here we goooo! »
[Ah.]
Huh?
|cut|
|cut, today|
« Well, I
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