[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

1.

—January 2018, the rooftop of a building in Chuo-ku, Tokyo—

She stands here.

The New Year has just passed, and the streets are still full of lively atmosphere.The street trees are wrapped with red neon lights, and the sound of wheels rolling over the asphalt road can still be heard from such a height, and the outdoor TV of the nearby building is broadcasting something similar to New Year's greetings.

All this is nothing special to her.All she knew was that today was cloudy.

And it's going to be dark soon.

It would be a good choice to die in the dark.In this way, passers-by will not be frightened by her dead body.

She walked to the edge of the roof, the crutch in her hand trembling.With half her body weight on this thin bamboo cane, she knew that she would soon lose the weight of her own body.

It doesn't matter.Anyway, she doesn't have much time left to live.

Just one more step forward, and she will fall from a 130-meter-high building.Her current weight is only half of what she used to be, and her size has shrunk a lot. The wind has also weakened. She didn't wear complicated clothes today. I don't know if all this can help her fall to the ground faster.

It doesn't matter.Anyway, she has been lingering for three years, and she doesn't mind waiting a few more seconds for her impending death.

"You are here."

From behind came the voice she was most familiar with.She seemed to be able to hear the slight sound of his coat being blown by the wind.

He approached slowly, with a leisurely and natural pace, as if he couldn't see the woman in front of him hovering near the death line, and still said in a flat tone: "I still wanted to see you... yes."

"Eight heavy."

She hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse than expected, as if her throat was stuffed with broken glass, words spit out from her mouth, and fresh blood leaked into her mutilated body from the cut wound.

"Call me Yae."

She didn't let him call herself Yae before.She said that there are too many conjurers in Yae's family, and if you call out "Yae", many people will turn around.

But now there is no need to worry about such things—because she is the only one left with the surname Yae.

She rubbed the edge of the crutch, she didn't know where she was looking with her empty eyes, and even her breathing was low, as if it would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

"How did Mr. Gojo know that I'm here?"

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks.

He doesn't like this too unfamiliar title.But he didn't say anything, and didn't give an answer, he just said bluntly: "Are you going to jump off the building?"

"Otherwise? Do you think a disabled person with no hands or feet will spend an hour and a half climbing up the 130-meter staircase just to come to the rooftop to enjoy the wind? Yes, that's right. I decided to commit suicide by jumping off the building to die." .But I don't think I was caught by my ex-boyfriend while I was dying..."

"It's the ex-fiancé." Gojo Satoru stubbornly corrected him.

"...It is something to be happy to be caught by your ex-fiancé when you are looking for death. So can you please step aside, Mr. Gojo? I have already contacted the funeral home, and they will be here soon. You don't need to work hard to collect the body."

"You talk a lot." He smiled and took a step forward, "It's the same as before."

"Is it the same as before...? No. It's not the same anymore."

So I thought, it would be better to show a sneer at this time, but she couldn't laugh anymore.

Whether it's sadness or happiness, even the more violent and sharp emotion called anger, she can't feel it anymore.The incomplete body was filled with despair, sealing her in it, swallowing her bit by bit.

The wind blew up her empty left sleeve and long cotton skirt.There was only one leg hidden under the hem of the long skirt.Most of this body was eaten by the curse spirit, and the mutilated body devoured all hope of life, and she became a complete emptiness.

So here she is.decided to die.

At this moment, the only remaining left leg, together with the crutches, propped up this thin body.

But it will soon be unbearable.

The right hand on crutches was trembling, and her thin body was on the verge of falling. She felt like a carp banner hung on a wooden pole during Boys' Day, being pulled by the strong wind.

She couldn't find her center of gravity, and the too harsh wind made her eyes sour.

So she closed her eyes, threw the crutch in her hand aside, and looked at him not far away with her dim gray eyes.

"I am very grateful that you can come to see me. If you are still angry because of my breaking up, I can apologize. What I said at that time was indeed a bit too cruel. Well... Anyway... "

The thin left leg could no longer balance the asymmetrical body.She staggered, fell backward, and fell into the bewildered sky.

"Farewell, Wu."

These were her last words.

2.

—August 2015, Tokyo Old Warehouse—

"It hurts...it hurts...

"My hands are missing...legs...legs?

"It's coming soon.

"Huh...huh...where did the knife go...is anyone still alive?

"Help...please...anyone can...help...Awu...come here quickly...

"Ringtone? Daisuke? Did you hear my voice? Answer me if you hear it...Why don't you answer...Quickly answer!

"No...no...everyone is dead...the Yae family is dead...it's my fault. I killed them..."

Dragging the broken body and crawling across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the curse spirit chased after him.

Yae, the conjurer, "died" on that summer night.

The author has something to say: Hurry up and get a girl ticket before the animation starts, so cute and lovely 5t5!

Otherwise, there will be a lot of rivals who want to snatch my five husbands!

Because it's a post, I wrote about the disabled protagonist who I've always wanted to write!

But don't worry about being so kind, of course I will let him return to a healthy state of limbs!

Akumi-sensei chose a character impression song for Wujo, so I should also (?) choose two impression songs for him↓

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Ace-やまだ豊 (Yamada Toyo)