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Chapter 15

Y/N: ...

Facing the embodiment of his guilt, his mind wandered and many thoughts resurfaced along with its search.

'No one to blame but myself.'

'Not like the monsters outside of the library will spare me anyway.'

'Give up, you don't deserve to win.'

All were shunning him, wishing for his end. Bracing himself, he endured the hits but refused to retaliate in return. He couldn't bring himself to do so and that's where that wave of attacks ended. All taking their distances, the man lowered his stress with the smoking pipe that he was carrying.

...The illusion faded away and the endless river returned to the warm library that he accepted a long time. Fate fell on his side and the 50% chance worked this turn, cancelling the madness induced by the clown flying in front of his eyes. Realizing that her trick wasn't working on him anymore, she prepared herself and charged a few Danmakus

Y/N's mind: I need to find a way to force her down on the floor.

Unfortunately, he was not equipped to deal with this type of problem, his smoke only able to reach a certain distance before dispersing into the air around them. If he REALLY wanted to damage her, he would have to rely on something that did not belong to him. To his disposal, he had the small device that he obtained from the witch of sorrow, a device of mass destruction in the right hands, which were not his own.

...But he refrained himself from using it. Remembering that Koishi was still somewhere watching the fight, he could not reveal the grim truth or else he might have to face a second fight in a row. He allowed himself to trust her but even he knew that trust would not remain afterwards if he used the Master Spark, probably.

'Trust is not the issue, you just don't want to disappoint someone else.'

Or maybe he was just harsh against himself, he couldn't tell. From his point of view, everything around him was harsh, to be awakened like a prisoner and told that he was going to die no matter what, he was hoping for a change but in the end, nothing but pain.

Y/N's mind: Screw this, I don't have time to waste.

Finally, he decided that the opponent standing in his way was not worth the trouble and went for the appropriate route: beat the crap out of her with smoke. He didn't want to stall for time or else he would be at a big disadvantage, meaning that he had to focus his firepower into bursts.

If worst comes to worst, he'll use it. He wasn't going to let himself die because of a friendship with someone he met a few days ago.

Clownpiece: ...Aaaand, gone!

Swinging her torch down, many red lasers appeared out of the corner of his eyes and aimed at him. Time ticking down, he swiftly moved forward and exhaled the smoke contained within his lungs. Once done, his fists went through it effortlessly, the old smoke starting to vanish after not being used.

With enough speed, none of the attacks were a problem, leaving only the problem of the girl flying in the air. Turning to a bookshelf, he hurriedly climbed to the top of it and grabbed a book on the way, deciding to repeat the trick he did against Koishi when they first met.

Clownpiece: Pff, what are you going to do with a simple book?

She laughed at his strategy, remark ignored by him. She changed her aim and colorful stars were created as a way to create a wall between him and her. He solemnly tossed the book in the air like a frisbee before jumping after it. Repeating what he did once, he carefully landed his right foot onto the cover and placed his strength in it to perform a second jump. Launching to the target, he moved one of his sleeves backward like he was planning to give it a push and endured the damage received from the stars that he couldn't avoid.