DANGANRONPA V2: ECLIPSE

Chapter 3: Part 3

The title didn't stick, of course. At the end of the day, Ahmya was still the ultimate arsonist and Rantaro was still the ultimate adventurer. However, the idea of there being an ultimate survivor quickly became a cute little joke with our raft. Brittany, Saikoro, and Sora all cheered for our ultimate survivors as we continued forward until we finally crossed where the two rivers met once again and approached the doc.

Yuuki's raft was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn't all that surprising considering how far behind they were. We also each felt a huge wave of relief when we looked back at what the other side of the river had in store; a huge waterfall about twice as tall as the one we went over.

"Class six," Rantaro breathed once we all got off the raft and were safely on land, looking back at the falls. "Looks like we made the right call."

There were no announcements from Monokuma, but that was probably because he was waiting for the rest of the students to arrive, which meant they were still alive! Probably...

Yuuki was inexperienced, but as the ultimate hero, he probably was used to performing water rescues. Plus, the worst he would have to deal with was that class five drop. It was a good thing we already decided which way we'd go. I was glad Rantaro made the right decision in telling us to go left. 

We had some time to kill, but none of us wanted to leave the dock, so we all simply sat by and waited. The sun slowly started to set, but when we checked the monopad the rule about being in our cabins during nighttime had disappeared, so this was probably an exception. We had been rafting for so long that time had slipped away without us even noticing. 

Saikoro and Sora spoke a lot while Rantaro continued to comfort Ahmya, who was still slightly shaken up by the whole ordeal, so I took the time to briefly get to know Brittany. She was from the United States, though she was born here, which explained her small accent and her talent. She apparently was never the best student, but I didn't really care about that. She was sweet. She rambled on about the dangers of different makeup products for much longer than I would have liked, but I didn't care all that much. 

"Hey, is that them?" Saikoro asked, standing up and bringing one of his hands to his eyebrows as he looked out at the river. I quickly turned around, expecting to see Ruji, Daiki, Kichiro, Bashira, Keiko, and Yuuki drifting down the calmer side of the river.

They weren't there, though.

"Oh no," Rantaro whispered.

My attention turned from the calm side to the waterfall. The waterfall that was about 400 meters away from us. The waterfall that Rantaro had called a class six.

Their boat was approaching the top of it.

"Oh no," I repeated, gasping and covering my mouth. "Ruji!"

Daiki and Kichiro's backs were to us, so it was clear that they were trying to paddle upstream, away from the falls. There was no way they'd be able to fight the current, though. They were going to be swept down. 

My eyes went to Ruji. The ghostbuster was paddling with all his might. He was far away, but I knew it was him from his clothes and hair. He was panicked. He was afraid. They all were. 

I was helpless to do anything as their boat tumbled over the falls.

They all fell out of their boat before it even crashed into the water below. There was a loud splash, and then they all disappeared beneath the mist and the waves.

I half-expected Rantaro to dive into the water to save them, but he didn't move. He probably knew it was pointless to go. It was too far, the current was too fast. Even beneath the falls, the water was rough and turbulent. I hoped it was deep enough for them not to die from the impact at the bottom.