I’m Taking Revenge for My Murdered Classmates Using Weapons Made from Their Souls
I marched through the middle of the desert, feeling the blood-red sun glaring down on me.
Amidst the sandstorm, I could make out the shape of a towering castle.
That castle, which was said to be impregnable, was the very castle that we risked our lives reclaiming three years ago.
At times it feels like a distant memory, yet I remember everything as if it were yesterday.
Now I am no longer a sophomore in high school, but nearly a grown man.
“I’ve made it this far, guys.”
My classmates are no longer with me.
Every single one of them was murdered on this land.
However, their souls still live on in me.
Jaw set, I trudged determinedly through the desert towards the castle.
“You there! Halt.”
A few armed guards climbed down from the watchtower.
One held a gun, and the other two carried swords and shields.
“Do you have an entry permit? If not, leave at once.”
The guard who spoke was already aiming his gun at my head.
The remaining two also had their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to unsheath them at the slightest movement.
“We’re the ones who reclaimed that castle. Why should we need permission to enter?”
“Is this some kind of joke? We won’t let you off easily, even if you’re a drunkard.”
“‘Joke?’ Look who’s talking...”
I snarled as I reached for the giant sword on my back.
Time to begin.
The gun went off at the same time I whipped out my weapon.
I used the back of my sword to deflect the bullet before it hit me.
“Wh-what the hell is that?!”
The guard with the gun stared at the giant sword with his mouth wide open, momentarily distracted from firing another shot.
The sword, about one meter in length, had increased to three times its original size upon unsheathing it, making it large enough to cover my body completely.
“Daigo. This sword is called Daigo. Don’t you remember?”
I raised the enlarged sword weighing over a ton with ease, using only my right hand.
“W-wait a second. It can’t...you’re the one who was banished three years ago!”
I smirked, letting him know he guessed right.
I must have looked like a maniac, for the color drained from the guards’ faces.
“Wh-what are you waiting for?! K-kill him!”
The two guards rushed at me with their swords.
The guard with the gun frantically tried to aim for my head again.
They’re way too slow. Pathetic.
I swung “Daigo” sideways in one clean sweep.
Snap. I felt the blade slice through each body, cutting all the way through flesh and bone.
This is real. It’s finally begun!
The guards, now sliced cleanly into halves, fell to the ground.
More soldiers, having heard the commotion, rushed out to surround me.
Nothing to worry about. I won’t let anyone escape.
I’ll kill them all, make them pay for what they did to us.
I returned “Daigo” to its original size and placed it on my back.
This time, I switched to the blue and red twin swords at my hip, “Yachiyo” and “Homura.”
Every one of my classmates’ souls is with me, enshrined within a weapon.
Forty souls. This is our collective effort.
The finale of our grand revenge had begun.