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Re Zero Arc 1 Prologue Waste Heat of The Beginning
Re Zero Arc 1 Prologue Waste Heat of The Beginning
He felt the hard floor against his cheek, and realized that he had collapsed onto his face.
His strength was completely gone, and he had already lost sensation in his fingers.
The heat from his core was so excruciating it made him want to tear his throat out.
The moment he opened his mouth to scream, what spilled forth was no shriek, it was a clump of blood.
He vomited up large quantities of his lifeblood as he coughed. Frothy blood started foaming up at the
corners of his mouth as he gurgled. Within his dim field of view, the ground had been dyed red.
There was enough to soak his fallen body. Blood comprises about 8% of the human body, and it is said
that losing about a third of that would be life-threatening, but ― It seemed to him that he’d already lost
just about all of it.
He had stopped vomiting blood, but the ‘heat’ that felt as though it would incinerate him still persisted.
He moved his hand toward his abdomen with great difficulty, and having felt an impossible sensation
there, he understood.
It was no wonder he felt so hot. It seemed his brain had confused ‘pain’ for ‘heat.
He was almost torn in half, only a bit of skin at his back held him together.
Even the heat which was making him writhe in agony had disappeared, Even the unpleasant feeling of
blood and the sensation in the hand he’d used to feel his organs, it was all fading away along with his
consciousness.
All that was left was his body, which would not be able to accompany his soul.
This body used the last of its disappearing consciousness to move just a little. It turned its head upward.
Black shoes formed ripples in the pool of blood before his eyes. There was someone there. And that
someone was most likely the one who killed him.
Strangely, he didn’t feel like looking at their face. This person was the one who took his life, and yet he
still decided to simply remain a spectator to his own demise. He had no clue who they were, but right
now he didn’t really care about that.
“―Baru?”
He felt like he heard a voice like the chime of a bell.
He was beyond the point where he could even differentiate his senses, so he probably just imagined it.
So―
“―!”
A short scream, and then the carpet of blood welcomed yet another person.
She had fallen right next to him, exactly where his arm was.
“…ait”
He forced his disappearing consciousness to return for a moment. The pain and the heat, everything had
faded away. It was a meaningless effort, nothing but a loser wasting time.
“I will, definitely―”
―Save you.