Danganronpa Ultra Despair Hagakure

Chapter 5 [Nakajima Kanon (1)]

Just as soon as I was able to think, oh, shit–the metallic orange robot’s foot swung down, aiming at me. I instantly jumped back to try and soften the blow, but since I’d already done a number on my right leg, I couldn’t even jump half the distance I’d estimated. And the kick hit my abdomen directly more than twice as hard as I’d estimated.

“–Kaha!”

I let out a filthy noise unfit for human ears. I didn’t even have enough time to be embarrassed about it as I tumbled almost ten meters across the rubble. I was assaulted by sharp pain, like my skin was being ripped off.

“Gggyuha!”

My voice, sounding like my throat was being wrung out, overlapped with Kotoko-chan’s cute voice.

“Ho ho ho ho, it’s just like a demon to defy me and wind up in such a sorry state!”

I opened the eyelids that I must have closed at some point.

Kotoko-chan had come down from her robot, and was laughing loudly about three meters away. If this had been the me of just a few dozen seconds earlier, she would have leapt up at the chance to grab hold of Kotoko-chan and scruff her… But the present me wasn’t able to do so, and that’s why Kotoko-chan had come down from the robot.

I felt miserable just looking at my leg. I even felt like if I overdid it even a little, I might not be able to walk a single step ever again. …No, it wasn’t just how I felt. I knew. I had a solid sense of it. My leg was on the brink of death.

Even if I managed to get it out of that place without anything else happening to it somehow, I still might not be able to walk afterwards. My leg was in such a despair-inducing state, I could taste that imminent reality. I could see plenty of bits of muscle showing themselves like a skinned tree or the surface of a planet.

When I lifted my head, I suddenly realized.

Kotoko-chan was gripping something like an extendable arm toy. Was it some kind of new weapon? Was she planning on using that to give me my last rites? Kotoko-chan drew closer, weapon in hand. “To tell you the truth, I noticed something yesterday, on the occasion of you tying me up with socks.” Kotoko’s voice as she spoke–why did it feel so full of curiosity? “Your excessive strength may cause the occasional scratch, but for some mysterious reason, you have quite the kyootie face, Onee-san.”

“…Huh?”

“Come now, didn’t I tell you before? I’m a kyootie maniac. I have a weakness for kyootie things. And in addition to being a kyootie maniac, I am also a native of Planet Pervy Bitch!”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“Kyootie-oneesan, allow me to exploit youuuu–!”

“…”

What was this kid even saying? Almost as soon as I had that thought–

“Kyahn!”

I heard a voice straight out of an anime that gave me goosebumps.

No…

That was my voice just then.

Kotoko-chan’s extendable arm thing had felt me up.

Loudly, she said, “This is the Hand-Held Feeler Machine! Its powers of exploitation may not match up to the stationary version, but to make up for it, it’s built to be mobile and hand-held!”

The extendable arm thing stretched towards my body again–“Wai–Stop–”

“I won’t stop! You can’t go around with a body like that without this, Onee-san! Even during meals and in the bath, this is all that should be on your mind, and no one cares about anything else but this. I’ll have you Mega-Evolve into a living urinal!”