Love You Eighth Night: 01 [Scar] ◇ (77) (Patreon)

*Eighth Night: 01 [Scar] ◇*

Thump.

With a beat of her heart, Sayoko's consciousness returned.

"Daytime."

Her vision was bright. And her current location seemed to be inside a building.

A long corridor stretched out. To her right, window after window after window. And to her left, large rooms were lined up, composed of sliding doors, walls, and more sliding doors.

A sense of déjà vu. Or rather, Sayoko immediately understood what kind of building this was. No, anyone probably would.

"This is a school."

Of course, it wasn't the school Sayoko attended. But school buildings, for the most part, have a similar atmosphere.

And judging by the notices inside the classroom visible through the sliding door's window... this was probably an elementary school.

(This is this time's battlefield.)

Unless it was a particularly special environment, one could generally imagine the structure of a reinforced concrete school building.

That meant she could spend less time grasping the layout of the stage... but that also applied to her opponent. The fact that both sides could move smoothly from the start wasn't something Sayoko particularly welcomed.

『Spatial replication complete. Domain fixation complete. Contender transfer complete.』

The usual announcement began.

『Side A! Ability Name: [Lightblaaade]! Supervisor: [Militza Carax]!』

"So she came after all."

The last of the three girls who had abused Kyoka. The contender she possessed, [Lightblade]. His battle record was five wins, zero losses, one draw.

『Side B! Ability Name: [Scaaarr]! Supervisor: [Kyoka Kuribayashi]!』

The displayed battle record was five wins, zero losses, two draws.

『The battle domain is the entire elementary school, including the grounds. From this point on, the time will be unlimited, and the battle will end with the death of the opponent. No advice can be obtained from the supervisor during this time. Now, let the battle begin. Good luck!』

(So the time is finally unlimited.)

That meant that both her battle and Erika's battle... would have no draws.

Ding-dong.

The eighth starting sound in total, which was unpleasant no matter how many times she heard it.

"I will definitely win."

That's right. To hear this sound just one more time.

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She tried looking outside from the window. As expected, that alone gave her a general grasp of the school building's structure.

This school had two main buildings. For convenience's sake, let's call them A and B. The four-story building Sayoko was currently in would be Building A, and the three-story building she could see on the other side would be Building B.

The two buildings, which stood facing each other, were connected by a connecting corridor that was also three stories high, just like Building B, making Building A one story taller.

If seen from directly above, it would be easiest to describe it as the shape of the kanji character for "work" (工).

Sayoko was on the fourth floor of Building A. At the end of it.

(Usually, in this kind of setup, one building has mostly regular classrooms, and the other has special classrooms like the home economics room or the music room.)

Although the number of floors and the details were different, the elementary and junior high schools that Sayoko and Erika had attended had similar structures and compositions. If this place was the same... since the building she was standing in now seemed to be mainly for regular classrooms, the special classrooms were probably concentrated in the building across from her.

(Anyway, I have to hurry and get a weapon.)

So as not to make a sound, she took off her shoes and held them in her hand. If she encountered the enemy before she had procured a weapon, she would be in a tight spot.

She ignored all the regular classrooms and headed for the stairs.

She had heard that in her father's generation, students kept their own carving knives for crafts in their desks, and the tips of the cutting scissors in their sewing kits were sharp, leading to some children getting injured from fooling around.

Recently, people had become neurotic about children's injuries and incidents of violence in schools, so it was considered difficult to obtain anything that could be considered a weapon in a regular classroom. Even Sayoko had no experience of sharpening a pencil with a knife.

Running down the stairs, Sayoko reached the first floor, looked left and right, confirmed that the staff room was not in this Building A, and headed for Building B.

The first floor of the connecting corridor was for shoe lockers. Sayoko ran through it and moved on.

As she entered the first floor of Building B, she saw a plate that said "Staff Room" on her right. Looking around, she headed there at a trot and entered, trying to kill the sound.

She found what she was looking for right away. It was a key box near the desk that seemed to belong to the vice principal.

What Sayoko was looking for were the keys to the special classrooms. In particular, the home economics room and the home economics prep room. She also stuffed the keys to the art room and the science room, and their prep rooms, into her pocket one after another.

(If it's a teacher's desk, there should at least be a box cutter.)

With that thought, Sayoko moved away from the vice principal's desk and towards the desks of the general teachers. She quickly rummaged through the nearest desk.

"Dirty."

It seemed this teacher was not very good at tidying up.

In addition to stationery like ballpoint pens, a compass, a ruler, scissors, and a box cutter knife, there were also pocket tissues, unopened disposable chopsticks that seemed to be leftover from a bento, and even a disposable heat pack that had probably been left in there since last winter, all stuffed in messily.

(It's not like I have any right to talk... but you're a teacher, so get your act together.)

She put the box cutter and other things into her pocket and dropped her shoulders in exasperation.

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Peeking left and right, the girl crept out of the staff room. She began to move towards the special classrooms.

She didn't neglect to stop occasionally to listen carefully for the sound of [Lightblade]'s footsteps.

Fortunately, the art room was on the first floor of Building B. It was at the opposite end from the staff room, and the home economics room was located just before it. Close.

To be honest, she didn't know if there was anything that could be used as a weapon in an elementary school's art room. For that reason, Sayoko chose to first secure a kitchen knife in the home economics room.

Click.

She slowly opened the door with the key she had taken from her pocket.

"A knife, a knife..."

She went inside and searched, and found the knives right away. They were all stored together in a storage cabinet in the prep room. The key was the one she had brought from the staff room, and it opened easily.

She lined up a few candidates on the desk, chose one with a particularly sharp tip, and held it in her hand.

(For now, I've got the bare minimum weapon.)

Just as Sayoko muttered, "Next, I'll go rummage through the art room," something suddenly reached her ears.

Ding-dong, ding-dong~

A somehow familiar rhythm. A lighthearted tone that was out of place in this abnormal world.

It was the starting sound of the school's public address system.

Kiyo-sensei, the artist for the manga version of "I Won't Forgive Your Future,"

drew a trendy, ecchi Sayoko for me!

( ´∀｀)

Look, isn't she cute?

Let's get a closer look.

((((;゜Д゜)))) Gakugakuburuburu

Heave-ho, heave-ho

I have to hurry up and kill all the contenders for Eri-chan's sake

Heave-ho, heave-ho