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Monogatari Series - Volume 8 - Chapter 1.62




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I am a tiger. I have a name: the Tyrannical Tiger.

I have an idea of where I was born, but all I remember is that I saw sobbing and weeping in a dark, damp place─I am made of not envy alone but of all dark emotions.

I am a product of darkness.

The kind of darkness that makes you want to avert your eyes.

But it does not matter to me what I am, what my name is, where I was born, what I am made of.

In fact, the name Tyrannical Tiger is almost a nuisance. They say that a dead tiger leaves its skin behind, while dead men leave their names behind, but I am made of nothing but darkness, I have been all but dead from the beginning, and I intend on leaving behind neither name nor skin.

I do not intend on leaving a single cinder behind.

Like a raging fire that leaves not a single pillar or post behind.

I will burn everything to nothing.

All that I hold important is this heated, burning obligation in my frame.

This tiger of tyranny cares not for the past.

I must burn it. I must burn it.

Burn what?

Everything.

The moment after I was born into this world, I saw my mother who had brought me into it.

No, perhaps I should say my twin sister.

It seems that the flames that burn in my chest come from this sister of mine─my strong, wise, frightening, fragile, pure-white sister.

Innocent and unblemished. White, transparently white.

My beautiful sister, who looks not a thing like me.

She truly was beautiful.

That beauty.

That whiteness. When I think of how it is I who protects it─I feel proud.

But that matters none.

The spark can be anything.

The fire can grow in any way.

The one and only thing I have is this obligation.

While I have no sense that I am doing something for her sake, I also do not intend to cause her any harm, just as the cat born in the same way from her said.

I have no background, no motivation.

One could say that I am nothing but a flame.

I am a white flame.

I have been given neither consciousness nor will. While I may appear to be speaking my thoughts, I am only feigning to, only pretending to.

I am a natural phenomenon.

I simply burn what needs to burn.

No.


There is nothing in this world that cannot burn.

I must burn everything.

Inside, I am jealous of everything.

I am jealous of fathers, mothers, friends, juniors.

They ought to disappear.

They ought to vanish.

They ought to suffer, they ought to lament, they ought to feel down.

They ought to mourn, they ought to languish, they ought to feel worthless.

They ought to cry.

They ought to cry like me.

Perhaps those tears will help abate the flames.

Now, what should I burn this evening.

Though all may go up in flames with time, there is still an order to be followed.

There is still a process.

So I suppose for now, this building will be next.

As I thought this, no, before I thought it, I was already there.

I have no will. I have no intentions.

This is I.

I am this.

There is no getting there ahead or behind.

I appear anywhere.

My fires spread anywhere.

I looked carefully at the target, inspecting it.

Hm.

I see.

It seemed easier to burn than a house or a building.

But whether it would be simple or difficult, it was all the same.

Hesitation was meaningless once I acquired a target.

Everything was the same.

I do not know everything.

But everything burns.

I opened my mouth wide, baring my fangs.

And then the flames.

The flames─

“Mrow!”

Then in that moment, standing between me and my target─was a cat.

A single silver kitten came flying from the sky as if it had grown wings, and seemed to stand in my way.





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