Etsusa Bridge Volume 4, 5-A: Wolf Alert

Volu 4, Chapter 5-A: Wolf Alert

The Western District. The Grand Ibis Hotel.

As I walk down the dim corridor, I fall into thought again.

It feels like thinking is all I do these days. At this rate, I’m going to turn into one of those neurotic creeps who wonders about the aning of each grain of rice as it pertains to my life. In old video gas, there’s always one character who goes out of his way to sound poetic about the world, but I think being like that must be tiring. Although I can’t say I dislike people like that.

Everyone ends up thinking a lot when they have nothing to do.

‘School is pointless’.

‘Why do humans wage war?’.

‘Why shouldn’t we kill people?’. …Although it would be funny if I ended up wondering this one out loud.

There’s no point to thoughts like this, I thought seriously… in other words, I didn’t have much to do.

People think about these things because they’re bored out of their wits.

…In that case, I must be all the worse.

By the ti my thoughts went from ‘It feels like thinking is all I do these days’ to ‘People think about these things’, I had taken a grand total of three steps.

Things always end up like this when I get too carried away by my thoughts.

I rember sothing my friend said in junior high school.

“Y’know how in baseball manga, there’s always a really long scene where the pitcher throws and the batter just thinks on and on before he hits the ball? That could never happen in real life—the ball’d be in the mitt before he got his thinking done.”

I rember wondering what the hell this guy was talking about.

Saying your thoughts out loud is one thing—there’s a physical limit to how fast your vocal cords and mouth can move—but there’s no such limit for thinking in your head.

That was what I’d always thought, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

I think. I am nothing special. Everyone can do it, but they underestimate their brains so much they’re placing limits on their own abilities. They think they can’t do it because they’re letting their brains move at the sa speed as their eyes, their voices, and their eardrums. They have to have faith in their own brains, their minds, and their consciousnesses.

…That was what I thought, once, when I had nothing to do.

Did I start thinking fast because I had faith in my brain? Not really. It’s been as normal as breathing to ever since I was little.

But the problem is that thinking fast doesn’t an being smart.

I’d rather have been born stupid. Then they wouldn’t have made do all those unpleasant tests, and I never would have beco twisted and discreetly ostracized by my family.

My family, seriously…

Wait. Almost got off-track again.

There’s still 10 ters to go until my destination.

I’ll slowly get my thoughts in order as I go.

I was thinking about…

…The reason people started calling ‘Killer Ghoul’.

I guess my body count has sothing to do with it.

I think it’s a pretty high number, even for soone on the island, but I did my best to avoid killing whenever I could.

I… just had too many enemies.

Right after my first kill, a bunch of people appeared with guns in hand, saying they wanted revenge. Not knowing why they’d step in so loudly when people were watching or why the people in the Pits didn’t try to stop them, and scared that this was acceptable behavior on the island, I got rid of them all. I didn’t go for kills, but at least a few of them must have died from the injuries I inflicted.

But too many people saw in action.

I almost died many tis after that, too. Sotis it was unconnected muggings, but naturally a lot of the attacks stemd from my first kill. I understood with all my body why people said hatred gave birth to more hatred, but understanding doesn’t break that cycle.

How many people had I killed by then?

That rumors began going around in the Pits that killing ‘the guy in white’ would net you fa?

How many people had I killed by then?

That I realized they’d put a bounty on my head in parts of the Pits?

How many people had I killed by then?

That the rumor and the talk of the bounty spread outside the Pits?

To be honest, I was scared.

I was scared to death by the fact that there was a bounty on my head, or that my life was threatened by a aningless lie. But what scared even more was the idea of leaving the island knowing that I’d committed murder.

Maybe if I’d put on a disguise and lived incognito then, the rumors might have stopped. But upon endless deliberation, I decided in the end that, rather than hide my identity and live in fear, I would be better off flaunting my existence and killing anyone who attacked to beco feared and untouchable.

…After all, by then, I no longer felt guilty about killing people.

But still… I don’t want to kill people.

I don’t kill just anyone. I only kill to keep myself alive.

Right. Right. I’m… still normal.

…But how many people would still be alive if I’d left this island? In the end, hadn’t I essentially killed people purely for peace of mind? My brain repeated those vain thoughts again and again, made excuses for them again and again, and argued back again and again, and—

In that repetition of thought, my mind ca to one conclusion.

I kill people because the sky is blue.

So I never put on a disguise. To paint over my cris with these white clothes as my mask.

So I could leave this color behind completely soday, when I left the island.

…That’s right. I plan to leave.

But… what’s so bad about running away?

I just didn’t want to die.

But… even on this island, where killings are nothing to blink at, the people forced this moniker onto . The Killer Ghoul.

It disgusted . When I realized that the world was rejecting , I felt sothing indescribably unpleasant—not anger, not sadness—rising to my throat.

And the final nail in the coffin ca when that sicko showed up.

Specifically, he didn’t show up. But he provoked endlessly with his voice. The sick bastard called Spring-heeled Joplin had the gall to say this to —

…Damn it.

No. Don’t screw with !

How the hell am I superhuman?! I… I’m human! I’m so very human! I would have been so much happier if I were a vampire or a monster. Because then, I could just throw up my hands and surrender! I could just surrender because I wasn’t human to begin with! But… I’m human. …I want to remain human.

I… love humans. Because humans can smile and laugh at the most inconsequential of things! I only realized this when I beca this way. I realized… two months ago.

I am human and I love my fellow humans. So why do I have to keep this mask on my face? Damn it… I’m going to blow my lid. I’m going to blow my lid at my own weakness, and even at that formless ‘sothing’ that’s driven to this ss!

…Huh?

Not good. I walked right past the door.

I shouldn’t get too deep into thought. Focus, Yakumo.

Cool down. Cool down. It’s all cool.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

…All right. All calm.

I made a point of taking deep breaths and slowly reached out to the doorknob. …Considering the possibility that they have a stungun set up inside, I put on a rubber glove as I took hold of the knob.

Instant-acting traps like this scare . I could do sothing about a barrage of bullets, but even I can’t counter electrical currents.

With the doorknob in my hand, I heightened my focus. My ears picked up nothing unusual, and my nose didn’t sense anything particularly dangerous.

Right… I’ll waltz straight in, no breathers.

Focusing, I turned the doorknob in one go—

Click Click

A set of slow tallic noises.

It must be locked.

…Obviously, it must be locked. Obviously, it must be an automated lock. This is a hotel.

Internally slapping myself, I took out a card key. I’d knocked out the guard earlier and swiped it from him.

…I stole the key but forgot to use it. Hm. What does that say about ?

I must have had so much on my mind that I completely forgot about the key. Damn it. This is why thinking fast doesn’t make smart.

But the fact that I made this noise ans that the occupant knows soone’s here. Should I just leave this ti?

“…Who is it?”

As I turned the card key over in my hands, I heard a crisp female voice from inside. An alluring and elegant voice that was at the sa ti cold as ice.

My target must be inside after all.

I’d co this far; I decided to respond. …I guess being straightforward will make the best impression on her.

“It’s Amagiri. Umm… Yakumo Amagiri.”

For a while, I heard nothing but silence. Which is natural. Even I’m smart enough to understand… I think. But objectively speaking, is it stupid for an intruder to reveal his own na in the act? Oh no. Now I’m starting to panic. Please… please, say sothing.

“…Is this a joke?”

Oh. She thinks I’m lying.

Then again, she must trust her guards, and she wouldn’t believe that the suspect they’re after would suddenly show up before her eyes—I don’t think she’d want to believe. If this is real, she’ll have to fear for her own safety.

But I’m sorry to say that this is real. That is a fact, so I can only hope she understands… Wait a second. What if I just reply, ‘Yes, I’m terribly sorry. I’m actually just a passing little grey’?

Wait. Wait a second here. Even I think ‘little grey’ is pushing it. Speaking of which, Triple Beretta should be starting on TV right about now. Ugh… I should have watched it before I left. I’d better make sure to at least catch Zap’em-all Quartet tonight.

No. No. no. Wait a second. Wait just a second here. This is no ti to be thinking about—

“It’s open.”

Maybe I should just forget this today— wait, what?

There was a low tallic noise and a voice.

I turned the doorknob just in case. It was clearly unlocked now.

I have no idea what she’s planning, but she’s invited in. Even if this is a trap, I’m sure I can walk in and things will work out sohow. No, wait…

And after thirty seconds of deep deliberation and introspection, I opened the door.

? ??

The mont I stepped inside, I wondered if I’d wandered into a different dinsion.

The air was a complete 180 from that in the hallway. …Maybe this is a better way to put it, then. Right now… I’ve truly set foot into the Western District.

It was a luxurious room—a hotel suite. I even forgot to close the door as I lost myself in the interior.

The furnishings and decorations were Chinese in style, a far cry from the hotel exterior. Each and every piece was tasteful and impeccably ordered. This must be what the word ‘bourgeois’ is used for. I’ve never even imagined a Chinese bourgeois before, but if I ever do in the future, this room will always rise to my thoughts. The one flaw, maybe, is that the abundance of primary colors teeters on the verge of being garish.

There are talismans stuck all over the walls and the ceiling. I thought the owner of this room was a sceptic realist. Maybe she’s more superstitious than she lets on?

It’s great that I got a chance to experience stepping into a slice of China, but where is the owner of the room?

I was prepared for gunfire the mont I opened the door, but I sensed no sign of that. Was she planning to fill the room with poison gas? I think I could break the window and climb down the wall, then… But that’s gotta be bulletproof glass. I hope I can break it with the table…

That was when a slender figure leaned over from behind a bamboo partition in the corner.

“I suppose I should say… welco.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

There’s no mistake; I’ve seen her at a few events on the island before, so I know her face.

Yili, a Western District executive.

“You’re making quite the bold entrance. Did you assu you’d be able to kill easily even if I was ard?”

“…”

“Please don’t underestimate … is what I’d like to say, but to be honest, you have the skills to get away with that.”

“You’re overestimating . And I’ve never underestimated you, as far as I can recall. I’ll apologize if it ca across that way. I’m sorry. Oh, and I am terribly sorry for barging in like this without even making an appointnt. …Anyway, I am extrely apologetic.”

All right. Now that the apologies are over with, it’s ti to get business done.

But I’m surprised she showed herself so easily. She doesn’t seem to be holding a gun, so she might be holding poison pins in her mouth or sothing. Yili is a proud witch—one of the people who move the island—so she could kill the mont I let my guard—

“So now it’s my turn, is it? All this talk is a little gift before you send to the next world?”

“N-no. About that—”

Agh.

Argh… I ssed up.

I screwed up! I am an idiot! Damn it!

I let Yili distract for too long!

How could I make the sa mistake as two months ago? Of all things, the very sa mistake?

How could I have been oblivious to the bloodlust swelling behind ?

The massive glass window reflects the interior of the room, cast against the evening lights.

In a corner of that image… I clearly saw a hand holding a gun.

Stop… Stop this!

This is no ti to be killing people!

So don’t shoot.

Listen to ! You, the one behind !

Depending on what happens, I might have to end up killing you to protect myself!

I… I’m not that strong of a person!

So please don’t make want to kill you…!

“Calm down. I’m not here to kill you.” I said, pretending I hadn’t noticed the presence behind . It would only sound like I was pleading for my life if I did.

And Yili doesn’t seem like the type to accept pleading.

Then I have to take care of the person behind . It’s not very easy, keeping people alive—especially disarming them completely. Depending on his skill, not killing him might jeopardize my own life.

Then… I hope Yili listens to what I have to say.

“…I’d be very, umm… happy. If you could listen to what I have to say.”

I wanted to say this more to the person behind than Yili.

She gave a dubious look before opening her light scarlet lips.

“Oh my. Are we obliged to listen?”

…Oh no.

She’s noticed.

She’s noticed that I’ve noticed the person behind .

Then I have no reason to try and pry.

“…But you have the right to listen.”

“…You’ve killed many of our allies and brought chaos to the city. What more could you say? Will you declare victory? Will you provoke us? Or are you finally in the mood to make your demands?”

“I want to tell the truth.”

She frowned for a mont.

I can’t let this chance pass by. I put everything I wanted to say in order and threw out every truth I knew.

“I didn’t kill them.”

“…?”

“I didn’t kill anyone. Not the Western District executives, not the Eastern District executives. All I did was sneak into your father’s room, stand at the old man’s bedside, and warn him. That was all. But it looks like people think I’m the one behind all the crazy serial killings on the island. So… I know it’s my fault for causing a misunderstanding, but I think I have the obligation to deny what is wrong.”

“…”

Yili’s mouth closed. The guy behind seems to be hesitating too.

“…And here I was wondering what you’d co here for. Nonsense. How could you deny anything when we have witnesses?”

“All I can do is deny the witness accounts, then. Or maybe soone’s disguising themselves as to kill them.”

Yili was silent again, but she quickly shook her head and opened her mouth again.

“Unfortunately, we have no—”

The sound of tal on tal. In the reflection on the window I saw the man’s finger move.

“—reason to believe—”

Of all the monts to attack! When I saw the finger move without a second’s hesitation, I leapt forward.

Yili’s expression wavered. She must have thought my assailant had captured the perfect mont, but I could react the mont I saw his finger move.

But that doesn’t an I can move faster than a bullet. The odds are stacked against , and even if I avoid a fatal hit it’ll be nigh-impossible to make it out unscathed.

But I could not let myself get hurt here.

I moved, mindful of the hand reflected in the window.

I stepped in directly between the hand and Yili.

“…!”

I knew it. He hesitated.

I spun around and flipped the nearby table at the man. It was heavier than I expected, but I managed to get it in the air. One good hit to the head and he’ll be knocked out at the very least. Even if it missed, I could use the mont he dodged it to knock him unconscious myself.

But in my slow-motion world, the man did sothing unthinkable.

He didn’t evade, or even try to deflect it—

Instead, he charged forward and fell to the floor monts before impact, sliding under the table and taking aim at .

Now Yili was no longer in his line of fire.

Did this guy just read my reaction?

This is the first ti anyone’s done this with since I faced the rainbow-haired man a few years ago. I let him get away then, but he never went after afterwards. I’m glad we didn’t end up spilling blood.

…Wait. Not good. I shouldn’t go off-track when I’m fighting this guy!

He doesn’t seem to think as fast as I do; his aim is a ss right now. I launched myself off the floor again to worsen it, even for a mont.

I saw flashes of light.

At the sa ti, I hooked my feet into a nearby chair to escape the bullet’s trajectory. I leapt off the chair and flew through the air, crossing past the man sliding under the table.

He couldn’t have expected that. His eyes widened in shock as I passed him by—

…Hm?

I’ve seen him before.

Leaping over the table I had thrown, I lifted the table the other way around. It wouldn’t be much of a shield against the high-caliber gun he used, but it would be enough of a distraction.

I kicked the table with my heel and launched it at the man. He couldn’t dodge this one—I saw my chance.

I narrowly flung myself behind a wall. I’m glad this is a suite with multiple rooms—in a cheaper place I would have been cornered in the bathroom.

Once I was able to protect myself from gunfire for a ti, I recalled the man’s face again.

Right. I’ve almost never co to the Western District, but I’ve seen his face a few tis.

He was an executive here who was trying to revolutionize the island. I rember making sure to morize his face because I hoped I could finally cast off my mask if guns were outlawed from this sick island.

I think his na was—

“You’re… Mr. Seiichi Kugi, right?”

I coldly called his na.

All I heard in exchange was silence, but in this situation I suppose he wouldn’t acknowledge it even if I’m right. It was a stupid question now that I think about it, but I’ll be glad if he’s even a little rattled.

I waited several seconds, but he did not respond.

Although that’s only if I haven’t switched gears so much that my internal clock’s gone haywire.

In any case, it’s a good thing we have a chance to talk. I took a slow, deep breath and repeated myself.

“…I’m going to say this again. I didn’t kill them. The only people I kill are people who try to kill or kill those I care about.”

“Let repeat myself as well. I don’t believe you.”

Yili spoke from beyond the wall. Her voice is as cold as ever, no matter how many tis I hear it. I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think I’ll ever like her.

“Then what can I do to make you believe ?”

“Nothing. Although if you dragged the real culprit to our feet, we could at least have a look and see if you’re telling the truth.”

I sensed no complacency or conceit in her tone. She was just stating the facts. It looks like she instantly made herself more cautious after seeing my movents in person. …She must have been a little less guarded earlier because she trusts this Kugi guy.

And he is a skilled one. Although I’m not confident that I’m an accurate judge of people’s fighting skills, I was scared of him for at least a mont.

If this were a manga, eting soone on par with or higher might make my heart race. But no. I’m terrified. I think my heart is going to stop. Then again, characters in manga who get pumped up about fighting stronger people get called abnormal, too.

That’s right. From a normal person’s perspective, that’s abnormal.

I am a normal person. I… I’m normal.

Then what about this man?

Is he normal? What about Yili behind him? She’s already a part of the criminal underworld, so I suppose her abnormality is a given. But what about Seiichi Kugi?

He tried to make this island a better place. He disappeared so suddenly that I assud he was killed by that Inui character.

Yet he’s alive and well. But he won’t show his face in public. And I thought he hated guns—why is he trying to shoot to death now? Political figures really should keep their campaign promises.

Why? If I kill him now, I’ll never find out. But his bloodlust refuses to disappear.

Then maybe I should just ask now?

Right. I will. I don’t expect much of an answer, but it’ll at least buy ti or provoke him.

“Hey, Mr. Kugi. Mr. Seiichi Kugi.”

He was as silent as I expected he would be, but I continued anyway.

“You know, to be honest… I really respected you. You tried to make this island a better place where most other people would have given up. So… why are you using a gun now?”

“…”

“Just out of curiosity… Do you think you’re normal?”

Any normal person would get angry at that question. At least, I would.

“…Shut up.”

It was a low voice.

His voice was normally higher to match his looks, but the heavy tone of made his anxiety clear against my eardrums.

“Let just assu you’re still normal. Look. There’s no benefit to us killing one another at this point. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have leapt in here—I would have taken Yili hostage. Am I wrong?”

“…”

“And even though you’re ard, you’re not coming around here to shoot because you’re on guard. All right. Calm down and listen to , okay? And ignore your mistress there and just listen to what I have to say.”

“…”

Was he finally ready to listen? If only I had a hand mirror I could look around the corner. Oh well. I’ll assu he’s listening.

“Listen. I want you to accept the premise that I’m not trying to hurt anyone here. After all, if you try to kill , I won’t be able to go easy on you.”

“…”

“And if that happens, I’ll do everything my power to go after Yili instead of you.”

“…! Jackass…”

Good, it worked. That’s enough to carry on the conversation.

“I’d be happy if I could take her hostage, but I don’t think you or Yili will give the chance. So all I could do then is kill your employer—the person you’re supposed to protect. But if you decide to not kill , we can end things peacefully. And on that note, if you could give your number we can resolve this over the phone without any violence. What do you think?”

Damn it. Am I doing this right? I’m not really good at negotiations.

But I think these two are more inclined to listen to reason than the crazies from the East. The one who recites pi endlessly, the one who falls asleep while I’m still talking, the airhead girl who just laughs about not knowing anything… The only people I can actually talk to might be the bondage lady, Carlos, and Jun Sahara.

If Zhang were here, he’d just say, “Got it!” and land a drop kick straight through the wall. I don’t think bullets could get through here, but his kicks are practically rocket-powered.

Oh no. I’m getting off-track again.

…Anyway, Yili isn’t saying a thing. I didn’t think she was the type to get scared… maybe she’s coming around from a different direction to get . I considered that, but I don’t think I can see any way of coming around here from that corner. Then again, there could always be an ergency escape door around here, so I should stay on guard. If she uses sothing silent, like poison darts, I’m finished.

I tensed slightly and waited for an answer.

…But what if it turns out this guy isn’t Kugi after all? That would be mortifying. It’s funny how I can worry about being embarrassed at a ti like this.

There’s only one thing I have to be mindful of now. Whether they’re willing to listen to or not.

The mont I turned back to the matter at hand, a sickening thought rose to mind.

That killing them is all I could do.

That that was all I could do after all.

That ultimately, that was my only choice.

Ah, I see. I see. This is the way I am normally.

Sothing is confusing . I have been abnormal recently. I can’t convince myself to kill. …No, wait. That’s how a normal person should feel. Because no normal person convinces himself to kill so easily.

No, that’s not right.

I am ‘Yakumo Amagiri’.

I should be wearing the mask of the Killer Ghoul. A mask. So why am I hesitating? I mustn’t let the mask beco one with the real underneath. The mask of the Killer Ghoul must protect the real . so I should not hesitate.

After that second of thought—

Rather than cling to the mask, I ended up prioritizing the conversation.

“So now what will you do? I think it’ll be most energy-efficient and sensible to talk this out peacefully.”

“…I understand. I accept your terms.”

Huh?

I’m surprised. He actually accepted.

But no matter how polite he sounded, he seed still very cautious.

“Thank you. But I’m not stupid enough to just walk out there now. Could we keep talking like this for a bit?”

“Yes. Let begin, then. If you have the ti and energy to be trying to prove your innocence, I believe you’d be better off leaving the island altogether.”

“Hey, that applies for half the people on this island. Including you.”

“…”

I was right on the mark, but the man was silent. Did I strike a nerve? Before, he used to be the face of the Western District—but now he’s acting more like Yili’s personal bodyguard…

…Hm? Sothing’s wrong.

Right. Yili. Where’s Yili?

She’s talkative and feisty. I know that. So why isn’t she saying a word?

I didn’t even have to check. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. It’s a good thing I left the door open. But that was foolish of . Then again, I’m just a Killer Ghoul. I’m not an assassin or a soldier. I’m not perfect.

While I spoke with Seiichi Kugi like a half-wit, Yili must have contacted security on her cell phone.

I’m such an idiot.

Now… Now I have no choice but to kill.

My heart felt heavy. I am different from before. I’ve changed. I think… it must have been that day, two months ago.

…But one thing remains the sa. My bloodlust.

It’s been with for the past two months, clear as can be.

It’s no exaggeration to say that I’m here to fulfill that desire.

I was led here by my overflowing bloodlust, directed at soone I don’t even know.

But once I do figure it out, I am going to kill them.

And there’s only one person in the whole wide world who could stop .

…She’s… not around anymore. She’s gone.

Who are you…?

Who in the world could you be?

My thoughts swelled with bloodlust as the footsteps drew near, but the mont I rembered her smile the bloodlust completely ignored both Kugi here and the guards outside.

I’ll kill them. That’s right. As I move to the rhythm of my raging emotions, I simply repeat this phrase to myself myself myself myself I will kill you. But that person alone should be my target. No one else.

Miss Nazuna…

I swear that I will murder the one who hurt Miss Nazuna.

Miss Nazuna is the only one who can stop now.

So… so please… get well soon.

The radio broadcast said she was in critical condition. I wanted to visit her as fast as I could, but I don’t know where to find her.

What in the world happened?

What in the world happened to her after we parted ways that day?

At that point, I spotted n in black Chinese clothing at the door.

Before they noticed , I leapt into the air.

And even as I flew, I wondered to myself.

There were enemies in front of .

But should I kill them or not?