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“Multi-Stick Living Dead!”
Along with that roar, I was revived after being hit with a mysterious stick. Having died and come back to life again and again during that hellish spring break, I was pretty disconcerted, but this was my first ever resuscitation without the use of my vampire blood, or putting it another way, not based on my immortal body.
Naturally, it wasn’t by CPR.
As if such a forceful cardiac massage existed. In a sense, it was even more dubious than a vampire’s immortality, a groundless resurrection.
“Uh… uugh…”
It’s not like I’d been hit by my sisters, but being revived with the feeling of being beaten out of bed was too novel and hard to accept— however, that still confused me,
“Oh! You were able to safely come back to life thanks to me, Koyomi-san! How marvelous, how wonderful, that you were able to be entrusted with my favor! Now, I shall allow you to send generous thanks and a thunder of applause in my direction for resuscitating you, someone I’ve just met for the first time, without any personal gain in mind!”
From the side, I heard a loud voice, seemingly taking the role of an alarm clock. That was the voice of the person who revived me, and thinking that, understandably, the benefactor of my life. I might have been supposed to thank her first thing when I opened my mouth, but whatever words of gratitude that might have existed had melted away like magic.
No.
What was really magic was this baseless and illogical resurrection. I unsteadily stood up and assessed the situation.
“…”
This was—a classroom.
A classroom of my school, Naoetsu Private High School.
Class 1-3.
The class I formerly belonged to.
However, you couldn’t rightfully call it the classroom of 1-3—this classroom was a space that shouldn’t have existed according to the floor plans.
Like the ghost of a classroom or of a class meeting.
It had been called that in the past, but that also wasn’t accurate. No one knows what was correct—not being correct or concrete was the way of this class 1-3.
I’d visited this nonexistent classroom twice in the past, so being trapped like this wasn’t really a first for me.
Right. Exactly.
It slowly came back to my mind.
I was once again trapped in this classroom—without any doors or windows. However, during those times, I’d always been accompanied by my trusty junior and Oshino Meme’s niece, Oshino Ougi. But not this time.
I was with someone completely alien to me.
Not a student of Naoetsu High School, not even a high schooler— her age was about that of a middle schooler. However, she wasn’t wearing a uniform, but a fluffy and frilly costume. She was what you might call a magical girl.
Magical girl.
In other words, a mahou shoujo.
“What’s the matter, Koyomi-san? I wait and wait but I can’t hear your heartfelt grazie. I really cannot tolerate that attitude towards the benefactor of your life. I shouldn’t have revived you after all.” “…”
Isn’t she going too far?
Betraying the gentleness and ballerina-like lightness emanated by her looks, a chignon of black hair and a long, delicate neck, resembling that of someone practicing ballet, what came out of her mouth was pretty blunt.
She almost seemed like an ill-natured Hachikuji.
Well, if it were Hachikuji, she wouldn’t be wearing this flashy and colorful one-piece, whose complicated structure couldn’t be grasped at first glance. The design was closer to that of a Middle Ages dress than of a one-piece, probably unfit for the current era. That costume looked like some sort of mille-feuille, so that girl wasn’t to be made light of for rocking such an outfit.
No, she was already not to be made light of at the point when she was using magic—the magical girl Giant Impact.
It seems that was Chinou Nomi’s alias as a magical girl.
Or rather, a code name.
“Just checking, but… Chinou-chan. The magic you can use by swinging… uhhh, what was it again, the Multi-Stick Living Dead, is called Un-Dead, and lets you return someone back to life no questions asked, right?”
“Who knows, I wonder. I’m leaving it up to your imagination.”
“…”
Grr.
“I won’t answer any questions until you properly address your thanks. I use thanks from my surroundings as fuel for life. My
teammates call me the magical girl Thanks Impact.” “You’re hated in a really impressive way.”
They probably don’t think of you as a teammate.
Are they a team of magical girls, I wonder?
Well, since I’ve been revived like that, in fact, I have no choice but to believe in the power of her magic. It was rather stubborn of me, who accepted the existence of oddities in general, starting with vampires, to not accept magical girls, quite the double standard. Also, the doll shikigami, Ononoki Yotsugi, is already basically a sort of magical girl. So.
Setting aside whether I was thankful to have been revived with that magic, why did I die in the first place?
The answer to that was written on the blackboard.
No.
It’s not the answer which was written—but the question.
10 numbers, and.
‘⬜⬜⬜⬜’
4 empty blocks.
And those 4 blocks were encircled by a big drawing of a key. Someone sharp might figure out that the method to escape this room was inserting 4 digits inside those blocks.
A 4-digit number.
AKA, a password.
“I see. Then, for now, let’s write something randomly…”
When I took chalk in my hand,
“Hoi.”
I was walloped.
By that Multi-Stick Living Dead or something.
Hey, you just used that to revive me, but is it fine to hit living people with it?
“Are you an idiot?”
“Eh… What do you mean?”
“Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot?”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but the fact that you’re far from a decent person has been expertly conveyed.”
“I am a cut above other humans. They’ve already disappeared by now, but don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the numbers you randomly wrote in earlier?”
“Eh… I wrote them and… what happened after that again?”
“You died.”
The magical girl Thanks Impact—I mean, the magical girl Giant Impact easily admitted.
“If you get the password wrong, you die. Such are the rules of this game.”
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