Weapons

At the time, I definitely resented Tsukasa. My mind drifted back to his past actions as I gazed at the troops emerging from the fortress.

I put on the mask I had hanging around my neck.

The mask resembled a half-face gas mask and was a small megaphone that amplified my voice.

Time to go, “Tsukasa.” The battle’s about to begin.

Armed with guns or bows and arrows, the guards surrounded me, poised and ready to fire.

I shouted so that they could all hear me.

“Platoon, halt!”

Tsukasa’s “General” skill.

At first, the skill only worked on allies, but as I gained more experience, I was able to give commands to my enemies as well.

The guards froze stiff as statues, unable to move.

Back then, Tsukasa was forced to make cruel decisions.

There’s no way he actually thought it acceptable to sacrifice his classmates.

He merely hardened his heart and made the best choice possible to save as many of us as he could.

If I had understood that then, would some of my classmates still be alive now?

I guess I’ll never find out.

Gripping my red and blue twin blades “Homura” and “Yachiyo” in each hand, I hurled myself at the immobilized soldiers.

Ice burst out from “Yachiyo.” “Homura” spat fire.

The guards slashed by “Yachiyo” froze over before shattering into smithereens, while the ones slain by “Homura” burst into flames, leaving only a pile of ashes behind.

“Five...”

“Tsukasa” is effective against the enemy for roughly ten seconds.

His skill can’t be used consecutively and requires a one-minute wait before I can use it again.

Not that it matters, though. Ten seconds was more than enough to wipe out the soldiers within my field of view.

“Die,” I snarled, remembering the faces of my dead classmates.

“Die, die, die, die, die, die!”

Using “Yachiyo” and “Homura,” I slashed everything in sight, spurred on by my rage.

One...

I sheathed the two swords and removed “Shizuka” from my backpack.

Due to her kind and timid nature, “Shizuka” never once used her skill, even against monsters.
Out of all my classmates, “Shizuka” was the most destructive weapon.

A massive, sinister-looking, and misshapen hand cannon.

This was Shizuka’s current form.

Zero.

As the guards finally began moving again, I aimed “Shizuka” in their direction and thought of her kind face fleetingly.

However, a deafening roar from “Shizuka” erased all thoughts from my mind.

A strong gust whipped up the desert sand, followed by a huge explosion as chunks of the soldiers’ flesh spattered the dirt.

My tale of revenge had just begun.