As he apologized and cursed incoherently, he even raised his hand, making to strike Kuchiha.
In the end, it was the teacher who intervened to prevent the situation from spiraling further out of control.
Kuchiha didn't know how she left the office.
Her father's curses still buzzed in her ears, the contemptuous gazes of Moshi and his father were seared into her mind, and the glaring stain on the ground and the rabbit's final convulsions flashed repeatedly.
She drifted like a lost soul in the empty corridor.
Her father went downstairs, still cursing, not even noticing that his daughter was heading in the opposite direction.
Unconsciously, she walked to the top floor of the teaching building.
The iron door leading to the rooftop, for some reason, was unlocked today.
The door was ajar, revealing a glimpse of the vast yet dazzling sky outside.
She pushed open the heavy iron door.
The wind immediately howled in, disheveling her braid and making her pale uniform flap loudly.
Step by step, she stepped onto the cold concrete edge of the rooftop.
She looked down, watching her shoetips suspended in mid-air.
The wind was strong, making her sway precariously.
Behind her was hell.
Before her was freedom.
The wind roared past her ears, filling her thin uniform, like countless hands pushing her.
That noisy and minuscule world blurred in the rapidly rising air currents.
For a moment, the dizzying sensation of weightlessness even overshadowed the despair in her heart.
Then, it was the end.
Bang—!
A dull thud, so loud it stopped the heart, slammed hard onto the solid concrete ground.
Kuchiha's body was twisted at an impossible angle, like a bird whose wings had been violently torn off by a gale, lying lifelessly there.
Blinding fresh blood rapidly spread out from beneath her.
Viscous, dark red, like paint violently spilled, it spread wantonly across the gray ground.
Vision blurred first.
Hearing also rapidly peeled away.
The distant sounds of playing and laughter were gradually stretched out.
She couldn't feel her body, as if her soul was being forcibly drawn from her shattered shell.
Just as her consciousness was about to completely extinguish, to sink into eternal nothingness—
"Do you wish to be reborn?"
An ethereal, indistinct female voice, without discernible age or emotion, suddenly spoke.
Rebirth...?
The female voice slowly pulled Kuchiha's consciousness back from death, making it clear.
Pain... so much pain...
Not physical pain, but all the loneliness and despair accumulated over fourteen years of life, exploding at the moment before death.
Why... why me...
I don't want to die... I don't want to die like this...
I want... I want...
I want to live!
An extremely strong will to live and overwhelming grievance, like a bursting dam, began to surge uncontrollably.
I want... to live happily!
I want friends! Like them... laughing together... talking together...
I want... to connect... with them... with anyone!
I don't want to be alone anymore... I don't want to be treated like trash anymore... I don't want to be trampled underfoot anymore...
Help me... please... help me! Whatever the cost! Let me... let me live like that!
"Are you willing to pay any price?"
Yes! I'm willing to do anything! As long as I can... as long as I don't have to be like this anymore!
"Contract established."
"Offer your body."
"Offer your soul."
"You shall be reborn here, as—"
"A Witch!"
Earlier, after a night of waiting, Serie finally confirmed that neither the Witch who "could eradicate that deep-sea behemoth" nor the perfect "omniscient and omnipotent" Witch could find suitable targets in a short time.
It was even possible it wouldn't be a short time.
Serie's previous answers, whether "wanting to eat" or "wanting to escape," were relatively broad, without specific targets, and not particularly difficult.
So, the responses were quick.
Serie could only pin her hopes on the last answer: "I want my Witches to be together..."
"Uh... that sounds a bit strange, but you should understand what I mean anyway." Serie's words caused the guiding female voice to fall silent again.
Just as Serie thought this silence would also last a while, the female voice spoke again.
"Key elements... parsed..."
"Generating Witch template—"
Huh? No, where are my multiple-choice questions?
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