Here I am, with three girls will probably try to kill me. But now that I have Zaphkiel, I can kill them all if I want to.
Isami: Where's Doll Master?!
Ngoc: She ran away. You can go after her if you want.
Isami: ...We just met so I can't trust you.
Ngoc: Whatever you say.
All of them are in the battle stance. The first one attack me is the flat girl.
Before she could smash me, I shot her hammer to knock her back. After that, Isami tried to slice me but I dodged. I shoot her but she blocked it with her katana. Then Yui tried to stab me with her kunai but it didn't work since I dodged all of her attacks. She tried to stab me again so I used Aleph to increase my speed to fall back.
The other girls started to fighting against each other. Before I could join the fight, someone grabbed my coat from behind. I turned around and pointed the gun at them to see Hibiki.
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Hibiki: Wait! It's me, Hibiki! Chill! Chill!
Ngoc: You still alive? That's good... I suppose?
Hibiki: Of course it's good!
She gasped.
Hibiki: Ngoc-kun!
I turned around and saw Yui threw the kunai at Hibiki but I blocked it with my left gun. I used my long gun to shot her. It hit her shoulder. After that, she ran away as I tried to shot her again.
Isami and Biscuit are still fighting. While they're fighting, Biscuit looked at me as I'm pointing the gun at her. But even that, she's still looking at me. Creepy.
Ngoc: Uh, what are you waiting for?
She shook her head before she looked at me again.
B.S: I want the last fight to be between you and me.
Ngoc: Um...
Is that supposed to be a confession?
After that, the two of them continue their battle. Hibiki whisper to my ear.
Hibiki: How about we go somewhere else for the time being?
Ngoc: Good idea.
* * *
She brought me to the classroom, I think.
Hibiki: This class is empty now.
Ngoc: Was it being used before?
Hibiki: It used to be full of Quasi-Spirits...
Ngoc: Is that so...
This classroom... Somehow, it makes me remember about my times with them, with him, with her. I had been studied there for a year before I went here. Memories.
