Classroom of The Elite x AOT: Wax Wings

Vol 6.5 Chapter 5 - No Wrong To See

Another large one. Most likely the largest chapter in this book.

All from Kiyotaka's perspective.

Don't worry, there'll be plenty of images and bolded text to keep your (absurdly) short attention spans in check! No need to thank me!

11k words, so you better settle in.

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SHINK!

The blade pierced my back, digging into the skin while I nosedived towards Historia.

It was too late.

My injuries combined with my exhaustion dealt me a fatal blow—I wouldn't make it in time before Mikasa's blade reached my heart and killed me.

But I wasn't scared.

No...

I don't think I was scared...

I was tired, that's all.

If I died right now, I could rest easily knowing that my memory would be engrained into the minds of millions, whether indirectly or directly, whether they liked it or not.

The Survey Corps... they'd have their reputation damaged considerably and the people would turn towards the Church of the Walls for guidance, the only 'pure' institution within the Walls.

My will is secured.

On the other hand... my plan went horribly, leading to my situation and upcoming demise.

The only reason I have lasted this long was due to the several countermeasures put in place and on-the-fly plans I had thought of. The prison's cameras to understand fighting styles and reliance on unknown information to catch my assailants off guard.

Yet I'm still going to die.

Ideally, I would've been with Historia to help her inherit the Founder; however, due to Ackerman's intervention, I had to battle them first and rely on pure chance.

Chance.

If something went wrong in that cavern without me to oversee it and she didn't take the Founder...

Ah, it wouldn't matter.

If she had taken the Founder, I was more than certain that I wouldn't be in this situation.

Operations would continue, just without me. The Walls would lose both their greatest asset and their most dangerous liability. A fair trade, from a utilitarian perspective.

I've faced losing positions before—Tsukishiro disrupting my chessboard during the match with Sakayanagi came to mind. This wasn't so different, though the stakes then weren't as final.

I wonder what she's doing now. Sakayanagi, I mean. Playing another game of chess, no doubt, thinking of how I was doing and where I was. But she simply cannot fathom my situation.

Sometimes, you win.

Sometimes, you lose, though I prefer the former.

Ah.

What was the phrase?

"That's how the cookie crumbles."

What a horrible term to go out on.

"HAAAH!"

SHKRRRKH!

The blade struck true, piercing my heart. Everything—pain, sound, sensation—collapsed into silence.