Love You Sixth Night: 05 [Wing Cutter] ★ (61) (Patreon)

*Sixth Night: 05 [Wing Cutter] ★*

What the hell is with her.

What the hell is with her.

What the hell is with her!

Clutching his other arm with his left hand, [Wing Cutter]... Shogo Matsuya walked unsteadily.

The palm of his right hand had turned into half-minced meat. Blood overflowed endlessly, wetting his school uniform trousers and the floor.

She's chasing me.

That woman is chasing me.

At this rate, I'll be killed.

Desperately moving his legs, he made it through the corridor and headed for the nearest room.

The entrance had no door, but signboards and posters were displayed to the side... indicating it was a special venue themed around a certain foreign painter.

Breathing heavily, Matsuya stepped inside. He didn't go to the center of the spacious room, nor did he follow the route to the next room; instead, he immediately moved along the wall on the near side. Dripping blood stained the waxed museum floor, and his shoulders, swaying as he walked, brushed against picture frames, knocking the art down.

"Not yet, not yet."

Desperately clinging to his fading consciousness, Matsuya finally reached the corner of the room. Leaning his weight against the wall, he slid down to a sitting position and took a deep breath. Then, staring at the entrance he had just come through, he bit his lip hard, reviving his will to fight from this state.

Having already survived several brushes with death, his mental fortitude had also stepped outside the realm of an ordinary person.

(Calm down, Shogo Matsuya... It's an ambush, an ambush. There's still plenty of chance to win.)

Forcing down the heart that was about to break from pain, Matsuya told himself this.

...The previous engagement. He lost his right hand to fire from what seemed to be a shotgun.

But he confirmed that [Gunstar Heroines] couldn't fully evade Matsuya's ability, [Wing Cutter], and lost about ten centimeters of her left foot from the toes up.

It was precisely because her movement speed had dropped that Matsuya was able to escape this far.

(I can do this. I should be able to do this. Whether I have an arm or not is irrelevant to my ability.)

Thinking this, he activated his ability. With a vwoom sound right before Matsuya's eyes, a bladed boomerang as large as his own arm appeared.

Ability Name: [Wing Cutter]. An ability to project a summoned high-frequency blade boomerang at the enemy.

It has the power to slice through even concrete walls like tofu... but because it lacks guidance performance and requires ten seconds to reuse, it is unsuitable for close-quarters combat or exchanges of attacks.

However, the true value of this ability is demonstrated when creating a "charge." Ten seconds for the first one, twenty seconds for the second, thirty for the third, and so on.

By "charging" them—keeping them suspended in the air without projecting—it is possible to fire up to thirty-two blades simultaneously. Switching a fatal blow from a point to a plane; it could truly be called a killer move.

Matsuya, who finally realized this application in the fourth battle, utilized it effectively in the fifth. He magnificently defeated [Golem Hand].

And this is the sixth battle. Although he blundered at the start, he intends to display that power without regret in this ambush attack.

(The moment she enters this room, I'll slam every available blade into her. The moment I see her figure, or her gun. I'll fire the full payload at that vicinity!)

These were blades that pierced even twenty centimeters of concrete. They would slice through hollow wooden walls, target and all, without any trouble.

"No problem. There is... no problem!"

Accompanied by the blades humming with a low, thick sound—vroom, vroom, vroom—Matsuya endured the pain and waited.

And as the number continued to increase—one, two, three, four... eventually reaching twelve.

Tap... clack... tap.

He picked up that sound.

(She's here!)

No mistake. It's her. It's her footsteps. Who else would be in this space but [Gunstar Heroines]? The hard sound echoing on the wooden floor—is she using a cane to favor her leg?

(Amazing that she can walk with that wound.)

While impressed,

(I knew she would definitely come.)

Conflicting thoughts crossed the boy's mind.

He recalled those eyes that looked at Matsuya during the previous engagement. That pair of eyes burning with killing intent on a beautiful face.

(Someone with eyes like that won't stop walking.)

Complex emotions—a mixture of fear, respect, and excitement—quickened his heartbeat. Brain chemicals, adrenaline, wiped away the pain in his right hand. And without even realizing it, his consciousness was focused entirely on the room's entrance.

(Come on, bring it!)

The moment Matsuya thought that.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Along with that sound, "something" pierced the boy's body from the left side.

Those several rounds of "something" tore through his flesh, destroyed his internal organs, and inflicted multiple fatal injuries on his body.

"Gah!?"

Matsuya collapsed onto the floor. His mental concentration broke, and the fourteen uncontrolled high-frequency blades flew toward the room's entrance. They sliced through wall surfaces and structural materials, pierced through, and vanished somewhere.

"What... what was...?"

Turning his wavering, blurring gaze to the wall... there was a dotted line of uneven holes, as if mowing down a row. Bullet holes.

(I see, the sound of the cane was...)

In that instant, the image of [Gunstar Heroines] using an assault rifle as a cane floated in Matsuya's mind.

(She read that I was here and shot through the wall.)

Bad. She's coming.

I have to stand.

Stand and run.

I have to regroup.

"Ugh... guh..."

His brain issued emergency orders. But his body would no longer listen. He managed to lift his upper body, but his strength drained away, and he immediately collapsed into the pool of blood.

Tap... scuff... tap.

In the meantime, the footsteps entered the room. Breathing breaths so faint they couldn't be called breathing, Matsuya turned his gaze toward her.

(...She has... a beautiful face.)

[Gunstar Heroines] approached, dragging one leg.

She must have switched to a handgun after shooting through the wall with the high-penetration assault rifle. She was just pulling back the slide.

"I decided, you see."

Finishing the motion, the girl pointed the muzzle at Matsuya's head.

The boy tried to return some words, but he couldn't even speak anymore.

Slowly exhaling, he closed his eyes as if giving up on everything.

"...That I will absolutely win."

The handgun spewed fire twice in succession.

The sound of that first trigger pull was the last thing Shogo Matsuya perceived in his life.