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Nagumo Monologue
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Discomfort.
It started out as a simple irk in the back of my mind. A small chill that crawled up my spine.
A noticeable, but manageable discomfort.
Horikita Manabu.
When I saw him.... I saw that same discomfort grow.
It became more noticeable and less manageable....
I fought against him, to claim the throne.
Sadly, due to our year difference. Opportunities were limited, but still I fought.
Yet, he was remarkable.
Calm.
Composed.
As if nothing I did made a difference.
That calmness.... that composure....
I.... envied that?
Then....
He....
He showed up....
The discomfort grew worse, the questions began to pile up within me.
Was my talent real?
As time went by.... I was engulfed by those two shadows....
I hated it.
The source of my discomfort.
Still....
I managed.
I controlled my thoughts through those around me. Like a true emperor should.
That's what true talent is.
But then that changed.
When I learned the true face of the monster.
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Battle of the Elites
Teen FictionAfter witnessing videos about Kiyotaka's past and the White Room during the cruise vacation, the second year students of ANHS have returned to school horrified only to be haunted by the White Room once again as they will now have to fight WR student...
