and every one of your crimes, it would take all day." Despite the strength of his words, the man's voicetrembled ever so slightly, as if being intimidated by Isma's stare."Come quietly. I don't want to have to drag your corpse around." Bluffing, the man cocked his postoland pointed the barrel at Isma's chest."Well, dealing with your corpse wouldn't bother me one bit..." Isma's pale blue eyes glittered withcold light as he stared at the man.Despite his seemingly overwhelming advantage in the situation, the man could not speak, and simplymet Isma's gaze. Silence filled the room, and a large bead of sweat trickled down his temple. PresentlyIsma started walking toward the man, his robe dragging on the floor behind him as if wiping it clean."Stop! Don't come one step closer!" Crying out in a dry voice, the man readied his handgun and took a step backwards."James, if you wanted to take me on, you should have called for backup first. Of course, one personor three people, the result would still be the same."Isma's cold eyes glimmered. As they did, the barrel of the gun slowly started to move on its own,sweeping across the filthy wall as if to wipe it clean.The man grabbed his right hand with his left, trying his utmost to stop it. But as if being twisted by apowerful, invisible hand, his right hand slowly but surely pointed the gun at his face."Stop, please stop. Argh..." The sour, chilly taste of the barrel of the gun filled his mouth, forcing hissaliva and cries down his throat. As both his hands fought each other for control of the gun, the manbent backward and looked up at the ceiling.BANG!The low sound of the gunshot shook the room, and the man fell backward, spilling his blood andbrains on the floor through the hole in the back of his head."Joseph, as usual, please clean up afterwards." Taking a glance at the mangled body, Isma spoke tothe elderly innkeeper cowering in the corner."I am going to Japan. This time, it may end up being a long trip." Crushing globs of brain and bloodunder his leather boots, Isma disappeared through the door, leaving reddish-black footprints behindhim.
Return: Chapter 2
Tokyo, Kuniritsu.Now summer vacation, the plaza of Jusho High was empty. The blazing sun, now slightly less fierce,quietly illuminated the building. As if trying to avoid its rays, housewives and students walking by therows of gingko trees along University Avenue cast curious glances in its direction.A week ago, the school's CAI room had been destroyed, and the entire class that had been in a lessonthere had vanished."The entire class colluded together to destroy the facility, and then ran off somewhere." That was theexplanation their instructor, Ohara, had given. But nobody could have even imagined the truth behindthe incident, which was like a symbol of the growing violence that had been going on inside the school.One of the seniors at the school, Nakajima Akemi, with his handsome feminine looks, had had atendency to be an object of jealousy amongst the other male students. Blessed with genius computingability, Nakajima had discovered the similarities between computer theory and magical theory, andsucceeded in summoning the digital data of the demon Loki with his computer. Using Loki's power,Nakajima had attempted to exact revenge on other students who had wronged him. Living inside theCAI room's computer as a digital construct, Loki had granted Nakajima's wish by taking control of thestudents attending lecture there.Meanwhile, in secret, Loki had achieved a physical body on his own, and Nakajima startedbecoming a threat to him. The beautiful teacher Ohara, who had been given to Loki as an offering, was