Weakness In the Brain
"So, this is me."
Now, I’m facing up against myself.
"Target confirmed. Mission executed. Choose your favorite confrontation."
At first glance, it looked much like me, as if I were standing in front of a mirror. But even though I raised my right hand, the other person did not return it with his left.
"What is your purpose?"
"Cannot recognize it. Please try again."
Apparently, it is precisely programmed to avoid defects. Anzai's careful preparation can be seen.
I sighed a little.
"Then let's play word chain. The time limit is ten seconds. But only words used by modern youth."
"Does everybody finish?"
Finally, Keisuke returned with disappointment on his face.
"Oh, my BWH measurements…"
"Me too. Hiragana is boring."
Like Keisuke, Shota's expression was dark.
"I did a showdown of current youth language."
"I did true or false battle."
Meanwhile, Minami's expression had regained some life.
"True or false? How did you win?"
I asked with a slight smile.
"Well, it's about the strange customs and culture of the Japanese people."
Minami smiled back at me.
"Anyway, it seems like everybody is passed."
Kazuhiro had his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Wait a minute. What do we do with this?"
Risa showed Kazuhiro a finger of clone from her pocket.
As if driven by her, we also took out our clone’s finger.
"What, you haven't eaten yet? Hurry up and just eat. If you feel ill, why don't you try to avoid looking at it or do something?"
We stared at the fingers we were holding and reluctantly brought them to our mouths.
"Oh my god. You’re right! If you eat it thinking it's chocolate, it really tastes like chocolate."
Shōta's monocellular brain is easily brainwashed by the other, but we, who are multicellular, still feel sick even when we think of it as chocolate. The outside is unusually hard and does not melt. The inside is more liquid than soft and not chewy. The tastelessness and odorlessness make it feel more artificial and instinctively nauseating.
"Oh, great. Now I'm free of that mustard-flavored gas. Well, that was surprisingly easy!"
Keisuke, who also had knowledge equivalent to that of bacteria, gave me a carefree smile.
"Aaaah!"
"Jeez!"
Suddenly, the thick voice of the boy and the high-pitched voice of the girl echoed through the cafeteria.
When I looked in the direction of the shouts, I saw one short-haired male student lying on the spot.
The most surprising is that the boy's head, including his skull, was cracked open, and what appeared to be brain matter inside was leaking out.
"What is happening? He always talked about nothing but baseball players…"
The male student, who had screamed earlier, was holding his own head and plucking his own short, military-cut hair.
The female student was holding her mouth with both hands while staring at the fallen male student.
In addition, a closer look around in the cafeteria revealed that about ten others had dropped out from this experiment.
"What? He should be a Kanji expert."
"Why, Mami. You are the top in mathematics in my grade."
"No, no. Shigenori. We’ve promised that we will survive together."
Even when I tried to close my ears, the terrified voices of the students still pricked my ears.
"It looks like there are a lot of dropouts."
Kazuhiro spoke coldly.
"Look, you guys would have ended up like them if you'd kept talking about girls' measurements."
Risa's eyes were more serious than ever as she stared at Shōta and Keisuke, whose faces were drawn with fear.
"I would like to report on the current situation. There are 20 junior high school students, 10 high school students, and 6 adults left alive."
A husky voice, as if it had inhaled helium, drifted into our ears when we were absent-minded.
"What was that voice?"
Minami was the first to speak.
"The broadcast room."
Then Kazuhiro. It was not an answer to Minami's question, but where the sound came from.
"I believe there were originally over fifty of us."
Shōta’s trembling voice.
"That means…"
I also tried to speak, but my voice got hoarse and did not come out properly.
"One-third is gone."
Risa speaks clearly and firmly.
"No, way…"
Keisuke's speech was not well articulated due to fear.
"Anyway, let's go and check."
Kazuhiro started walking alone.
"Go where?"
"The Broadcast room…"
Minami's voice made my mouth dry up.
