(Sad News) I, a Junior High School Graduate Low Class Streamer Striving to Support My Little Sister, Encountered Two Beautiful Sisters in an Ss-Rank Dungeon, but They Turned Out to Be Unparalleled Yandere Influencers - 47

Chapter 47: Kirishima’s Decision

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The next day, at the hospital affiliated with the Japan Dungeon Association. 

“Nnh…”

Upon opening his eyes, he found himself in a hospital. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he was admitted in a private room, given the absence of other beds around.

The floor was made to resemble a wood grain pattern but the rest of the interior was predominantly in white. 

A needle for an IV drip was plugged into his left hand. Looking around, he realized he was wearing a patient uniform.

And then…

“Ugh….”

An intense surge of pain rushed over his body. 

He wondered what could be the source of this pain. As an S-rank earth attribute explorer, he was proud of his titanium-hard body. He never got hurt before.

“…..”

And yet, his body was covered in purple bruises, a tell-tale sign of internal bleeding. 

He wondered, who could have done this to him? 

“Darn it… Why am I here?”

Aranami said as he hit the bed and ruffled his blond hair. 

Then, a certain memory came to mind. 

King Ice Dragon froze his arm, rendering him debilitated. And another particular memory resurfaced, one that his instinct and pride vehemently refused to accept.

『You’re in the way. Move.』

“……Darn it!!”

Aranami was furious. He wanted to throw a fit but his body refused to cooperate. 

“Argh!! Arghhhhhh!!!”

As Aranami trashed around on the bed, a blonde woman in a pretty casual outfit came in through the door. 

“Aranami… What are you doing?”

Kirishima sighed deeply as she approached the bed. 

“Ki-Kirishima…”

Aranami flinched, feeling flustered to be caught in a miserable state. 

“You’re suffering from internal bleeding, fractured ribs and a concussion. The doctor said you will need about 3 months for a full recovery. So, do you get it now? You’re a patient here.”

“Se-Seriously?”

“Yeah. You got kicked by that guy. You know, the Legendary Fist.”

“-!!!”

Upon hearing Kirishima’s explanation, Aranami’s face turned deep red from anger. 

“That guy!!! Had I fought him seriously, he’d be dead! Darn it!!! Attacking me while I was in the middle of fighting King Ice Dragon…. What a coward!!”

Still oblivious to the reality of his situation, Aranami clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, feeling angry at Yusuke. 

Kirishima glared at Aranami.

“He’s not a coward. Legendary Fist actually kicked you on purpose to prevent you from being killed by King Ice Dragon.”

Despite Kirishima’s polite and careful explanation, Aranami still refused to listen to her. 

“Huhhh??? So you’re telling me he was trying to help me? Me??? Him??? Are you kidding me?! I could’ve taken that dragon on my own!”

“…..”

Kirishima and Aranami graduated from the same high school. They joined the Special Forces at the same time. They had been living a brilliant life, basking in the spotlight as they made their name in the world as a duo. However, looking at Aranami’s current attitude, a certain part of Kirishima whispered to herself. 

Maybe the things we’ve done so far don’t amount to anything. Maybe everything we strived for is meaningless and worthless. 

“The moment I’m all healed, I’m going to kill that junior high school graduate with my own hand!! Just you wait!!! Don’t you dare get all cocky with me!!”

Aranami shouted. His eyes were filled with nothing but crazed fury. There was no sign of rationality left in him. 

Kirishima sighed again. At this point, Kirishima was starting to give up on convincing Aranami. 

“Hey, Aranami.”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Have you ever thought that maybe…. We’re just pawns? Maybe we’re just walking down a path designed by someone else? Maybe the things we’ve done… Everything was for the sake of certain individuals? Not for everyone in Japan but maybe only certain individuals are actually benefiting from the things we’ve done? Have you ever felt like…. A frog stuck in a well?”

“Kirishima…. What nonsense are you sprouting about?”

“…..”

“We’re the elite unit even in the Special Forces under Japan Dungeon Association. No one can enter our rank unless they’re the strongest amongst their peers. As Japan’s strongest explorers, it’s our job to deal with that shitty Fist or something. Don’t you get it? Our job is to maintain the peace in Japan.”

Aranami stared at Kirishima with an indescribable expression. His eyes looked unfocused and his lips were pulled tight. 

With a completely resigned look on her face, Kirishima muttered softly under her breath.

“Yeah. It was fun.”

“Yeah, duh? Bringing justice to fruition is always fun.”

“…. Aranami.”

“What?”

“Goodbye.”

“Huh?”

Goodbye. 

Without any hesitation, Kirishima said so and left the room, leaving Aranami to stare at her retreating figure with a clear confusion on his face. 

On her way out, Kirishima met a familiar man that she had seen before. 

“….Kirishima-kun.”

“You….”

That man was Watanabe-san. 

The man called out to Kirishima, probably because he was worried at how dejected Kirishima looked. 

“Did something happen to Aranami?”

“Nothing.”

“Then, why do you look so depressed like that?”

With the same resigned look on her face, Kirishima opened her mouth to answer Watanabe’s question.

“I’m quitting the Special Forces.”

“What?”

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T/N: I get her though. Talking with people like Aranami is like talking to a wall. A wall that I want to crush with a wrecking ball (ꐦ¬_¬)