Monster was astonished to see how clean his clothes looked, like new.
He took them, went into the bathroom, and put them on.
He set aside the clothes Yuka had dressed him in when he was near death.
He came back and looked at the two of them to see if they would like his clothes.
Yuka’s face instantly lit up.
Even though she had been the one to sew the fabric back together, seeing the uniform fully assembled and worn by Monster was entirely different.
She circled him, her eyes wide with fascination, admiring how perfectly the jacket and the rest of the school uniform fit his frame.
“Look, your name is even stitched onto the back,” she said, pointing to the fabric.
“I guess that’s what those letters were for.
I actually thought about embroidering a few different words there, but Monster fits perfectly since that’s what you call yourself.”
Overwhelmed by her intense interest, Monster looked away, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
It felt a bit like being watched by an excited child.
On the couch, Kaname hadn’t moved an inch.
To anyone else, he looked completely dead to the world, perhaps dreaming of the cookies he loved so much for dessert.
He didn’t even drool—that would require far too much unnecessary effort.
Yet, for a split second, the absolute stillness of his posture shifted ever so slightly.
Behind that stoic, heavy-lidded gaze, a sudden warmth had flared up, a quiet sense of awe at the sight of the uniform.
But true to his nature, he let none of it breach the surface of his expressionless face.
Dismayed by how truly “emotionless” the young man seemed, Monster tried to deflect the attention away from himself.
“Yes, thank you for the compliment…
but Kaname doesn’t seem the least bit impressed.
Are you sure he doesn’t need to see a doctor or something?”
Yuka glanced over at the couch, her expression softening.
“No, he knows his own limits.
He might not look it, but he’s incredibly efficient.
He always finds the easiest, quickest path to solve a problem just so he can go back to resting.
Honestly, he’s probably already figured something out about you, and that’s why he’s relaxing.”
“I wonder if he even dreams,” Monster muttered, watching the boy anxiously.
“Have you ever seen him smile?”
Yuka shook her head, though a fond, faint smile flickered across her own lips.
“I’ve never seen anything but his poker face.
We grew up together, after all.
But my heart tells me he enjoys being around us.
He has his own way of having fun.”
Monster pondered this: “How could he have become so…
emotionless?” He asked her, genuinely interested in why Kaname showed no feelings.
Yuka didn’t have to think long; the answer was clear: “He was simply born that way; he just doesn’t have feelings to show.
Everyone thinks he’s completely emotionless, but I see it differently.
I think every person has feelings and still deserves to be seen as a human being, even if they don’t have any feelings.”
Monster scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed that he had considered Kaname non-human due to his lack of emotion.
“You really do see the best in everyone.”
“How do you stand it, though?” Monster asked, genuinely curious.
“Being around someone who shows absolutely nothing.
You said you grew up together—are you two friends, or siblings?”
Yuka lightly tapped her chin, looking thoughtful.
“We aren’t siblings, though I’d be incredibly proud if he were my brother.
Back in kindergarten, he didn’t really know how to interact with the other kids because he stood out so much.
He doesn’t have any magical abilities, so most people look down on him and think he’s weak.
But honestly?
He could defeat almost anyone using his mind alone.
Even in school, he slept through every single class, but he still got the highest marks on every exam.”
Her eyes brightened, completely absorbed in talking about him.
“And why do I love being around him?
Because he’s deeply kind, even if he doesn’t show it openly.
Whenever I’m busy helping others and completely forget to take care of myself, he’s always the one who silently grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the danger.”
She finished her sentence, looking delighted; she was completely absorbed in the conversation about Kaname.
Monster sat down on the couch next to the sleeping Kaname.
“Could you…
maybe leave us alone for a moment?
I want to ask Kaname something.” He looked at her pleadingly.
She nodded.
“You can call me as soon as your conversation is over.” She left the living room, went into the kitchen, prepared dinner, and waited until the two of them were finished.
Kaname opened one eye: “What is your question?”
Monster nervously fiddled with his finger and looked around before speaking: “Do you perhaps have any idea how to research my past?
And I have something else to reveal…
I can use an ability called save state that brings me back from the dead, and I believe I can also turn back time by at least five minutes.”
Kaname maintains his usual poker face, but inside his head, fireworks are raging.
He’s proud of having figured it all out beforehand, but he hasn’t said anything because he knew it would remain Monster’s secret, so he’s kept it to himself all this time.
Monster is still surprised by Kaname’s lack of feeling, but hopes that Kaname will at least not be so heartless as not to help him.
“I think I can try to help you.” He got up from the couch and went into his room, gesturing with his hand for Monster to follow him.
Monster’s face brightened as he followed him into his room; it might look great or dirty, but he was glad Kaname was helping him.
Kaname’s room is quite tidy and clean; it contains only a bed, pillows, a blanket, a desk, a computer, a chair, a television, a wardrobe, and a carpet spread on the floor.
“Your room isn’t as dirty as I thought, but why don’t you have any high-tech stuff in your room? Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Wouldn’t that be cooler?” Monster asked, interested in why Kaname preferred to have normal things in his room.
Kaname sat down in his chair and typed on his computer as he said, “There are five continents on Earth, and on this continent there is no high-tech equipment.
Everyone lives differently on the five continents, but I don’t have time to explain that to you.
Just sit down somewhere and be quiet.”
Monster quietly took a seat on the edge of the neat bed.
Kaname slid a pair of headphones over his ears, drowning out the room with the steady, calm rhythm of lo-fi music.
Externally, he looked completely detached, but behind his dull grey eyes, a sharp analytical mind was racing.
Kaname was secretly thrilled.
His theories were lining up perfectly, and he suspected that Monster might actually originate from another world entirely—a theory he intended to prove rather than just assume.
Kaname types: “A 16-year-old boy in a black and white school uniform with the word MONSTER written on the back.”
Since nothing else worked, he hacked into the files of many schools and academies until he found Monster’s file at Roswall Academy.
Then the computer showed him pictures of a boy named “Avur Syofor”.
He gestured to Monster to come closer and take a look.
Monster even saw images of himself in a tournament, fighting and winning until it came to a draw against Pixie, where he was still standing despite having lost consciousness minutes earlier.
“You seem remarkably strong,” Kaname said slowly, his face a perfect mask of indifference despite the explosive data on the screen.
“You’re listed as an A-Class student at Roswall Academy.
The real question is, how did you end up here?
Roswall Academy is located in Quelixa, which is incredibly far from our kingdom.
When Yuka found you, your legs were completely shattered.
You must have forced your body to its absolute limits—a level of speed a normal human can only access under extreme trauma or a massive adrenaline surge.”
Monster stared at the tournament photos, trying to force his mind to unlock.
“All I remember is being in a pitch-black room.
It felt calm…
all the pain and fear were just gone.
Then, when I woke up, it felt like I was drowning, and I was suddenly here.
I don’t remember running at all.”
“You probably don’t realize the state you were in,” Kaname continued, blinking slowly.
“Your muscles were literally torn from the bone.
The sheer, violent force of your thighs and calves contracting fractured your femur, your tibia, and your kneecap.
The rotational force instantly ripped your knee and hip joints apart, rupturing muscle fibers on both a microscopic and macroscopic level.”
Monster’s blood ran cold.
“W-wait a minute…
you’re telling me that just using my full speed did that to me?
I thought…
I thought using my full strength would have a worse effect…”
“When you punch, the kinetic force is transferred into an external target through a short chain,” Kaname explained, leaning back slightly.
“But when you run, your skeleton has to absorb both your maximum muscle output and the violent impact of the ground reaction forces simultaneously.
It requires a massive, coordinated chain of your largest muscle groups generating exponential force.
I don’t expect you to fully grasp the biomechanics right now, especially since your amnesia is limiting your cognitive processing.”
Monster let out a heavy sigh, shifting uncomfortably.
He truly didn’t understand the complex explanation; his mind felt sluggish, as if he hadn’t consumed enough shadows to match Kaname’s level of intellect.
“I suppose you can call me Avur from now on, but haven’t you really learned anything else from me?” he asked, eager to find out who his pre-amnestic self was.
“No, there were no records of you before you enrolled at Roswall Academy, but I have a feeling: you come from another world, don’t you?” He watched his reaction.
Avur sweated.
He knew Kaname was intelligent, but to discover that in just one day.
Avur looked away.
He couldn’t say yes, because the book he had prophesied that something bad would happen if he told anyone.
But it hadn’t mentioned anywhere that others might find out for themselves.
Kaname watched the sweat bead on Avur’s forehead, noting the sharp shift in his posture.
He didn’t press the boy further.
An ordinary investigator might have demanded answers, but Kaname’s silence was calculated.
He understood without being told; if a person truly crossed over from another world, speaking of it aloud likely carried immense danger—or triggered a consequence worse than death.
He chose to let the matter rest, filing the silence away as confirmation.
“That’s all I can do for you.
You also had a friend who died.
But I don’t know if you remember him.” He waited for Avur’s reply.
Avur looked at him hopefully; perhaps he would regain his memories if he heard his friend’s name.
“Who was my friend?
And how did they die?”
Kaname read it aloud: “Daxxel Orphenix died protecting his friend.
He occasionally skipped class to fight the villains of a bandit gang who were specifically targeting Avur.”
He read aloud and continued: “After the incident, Avur ran away and never looked back.
The last person to see him was Pixie, who reported that Avur only ran away to save his own life, while his friend died for him.
Daxxel’s sister still hates Avur to this day and cries for her big brother every night, while their parents search for Avur with wanted posters.”
Kaname took off his headphones and reached forward, quietly turning off the computer monitor.
The sudden darkness of the screen left the room heavy and silent.
He looked at Avur, his expression as blank as ever, yet he didn’t say a single word—giving the boy a rare, respectful moment of silence to process the devastating weight of his past.
For someone suffering from amnesia, hearing such things felt entirely wrong.
It was as if a split personality had been ripped open: on one side stood the person he was now, and on the other, a cowardly, cruel shadow of his former self.
Avur sank to his knees.
“It’s impossible that I did that… I ran away? This story is hosted at g.com.
I left my friend to die alone?
I was such a cruel person…”
Kaname opened his mouth, about to say something, but the door suddenly burst open.
Yuka stood in the frame, wearing a kitchen apron with her cheeks comically puffed out.
“You two made me wait so long!” she shouted, her voice a mix of exasperation and warmth.
“I told you to come down for dinner before we all starve!”
Avur immediately scrambled back to his feet, wiping his face.
He didn’t want her to know she had interrupted such a devastating conversation.
Despite the heavy weight in his chest, there was something undeniably funny about her sudden, fierce entrance.
“We can eat later,” Kaname murmured languidly, not even looking up from his desk.
Before he could protest further, Yuka stepped forward and gently pinched his ear.
She knew his lazy excuses all too well, keeping her grip light so it wouldn’t actually hurt him.
With a firm but careful tug, she pulled him up from his chair and began steering him toward the doorway, looking back over her shoulder.
“Come on, Avur.
Dinner is ready.”
Avur quietly followed them into the small dining room.
As they all sat down around the table, Yuka served a simple meal of rice, fluffy omelets, and chicken.
It was the last of their supplies—Kaname had managed to clear out the pantry before Avur had even arrived—but after the intense strain of the sanguine tether magic, it was exactly what Avur’s recovering body needed.
“So, how was your day with us, Monster?
Did you enjoy it?” she asked curiously, wondering what he had done with Kaname.
Avur nodded.
“Yes, and I’ve found out that my name is Avur Syofor, so you don’t need to call me Monster anymore.” He started to eat; he has a big appetite.
Yuka clapped her hands enthusiastically: “Wow!
Kaname did the job, didn’t he?
I told you, he’s fantastic!
You should see him when he’s doing sports!
For his thin build, he’s really strong and has a lot of stamina when he pushes himself!”
Kaname simply said, “Behave yourself, we’re eating.
So be quiet and eat.” But inside he was happy, his mind filled with beautiful memories and bright sunshine.
She made a zipper gesture to her mouth.
“Oops…
Sorry.”
They all ate in silence, just as Kaname liked it, but he seemed lost in thought, perhaps because he was still happy inside.
When everyone had finished, Yuka washed the dishes and said, “Good night to you both, and sleep well!”
Before Avur entered Kaname’s room, he said: “Thank you!
Good night to you too!”
And Kaname merely nodded before entering his room.
It seemed cold, as if he didn’t want her to notice, but in his inner monologue he hoped she did see it because he didn’t want to appear cold; it’s not his fault he has the stoic veil.
“Will you take the floor or should I?” Kaname asked, which confused Avur.
“…you know we can just share the bed, right?” Avur now believes that Kaname doesn’t want to be close to him because his true self is evil.
Kaname responded directly: “I have never shared a bed with another man.”
“Excuse me?
I’m only sixteen, so still a teenager, a young man, but not an grown man.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Do you usually sleep with girls?” Avur reacted rather defensively, but was still confused.
“Yes.
But I don’t sleep with just any girls.
I sleep with Yuka.” He said it bluntly.
He didn’t know how strange that sounded to Avur, but it wouldn’t be his fault if Avur had dirty thoughts.
“…I thought you two were jus— anyway, why are you sleeping with a female and not a male?” Avur sat down on the bed and listened to him.
“That’s because I’ve never had a male friend, only Yuka, but she’s female, and I don’t want to sleep with her, but she’s afraid of thunderstorms or heavy rain, so sometimes she sneaks into my room when she’s scared.” He simply lay down on the bed, too lazy to stand any longer.
Avur shrugged, as he himself was getting tired.
“Understood, then we’ll just share the bed so that nobody has to sleep on the hard floor.
I don’t understand how you could come up with such an idea.”
He lay down as well and pulled the blanket over them both.
In Kaname’s inner monologue, he told himself that he had found his first male friend, that Avur was therefore his second friend after Yuka.
He was even happier now, even if he couldn’t express it.
Avur wished him goodnight, but Kaname was already fast asleep, so Avur fell asleep too.
Around 1 a.m.
their door opened and someone entered silently, but both were fast asleep and noticed nothing before the person attacked them with a tight hug.
Avur woke up immediately, saw Yuka and turned bright red, while Kaname’s inner monologue transformed into annoyance and blue color, giving him an uneasy feeling that Yuka had entered the room.
Yuka whispered to them both: “It’s raining so hard that I couldn’t sleep at all.
I didn’t want to be alone, so I decided to come here and stay overnight in your room, Kaname.”
“Do what you want,” he said, half asleep.
Avur was shocked.
How could he remain so cool while a young woman came so close to him?
Yuka hugged them both tightly, giving them no chance to pull away.
This was because she cherished the closeness of her trusted friends and felt alone when no one was around.
Yuka fell asleep quickly, and then Avur also fell asleep, while Kaname slept the whole time.