A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

Just as that filthy hand was about to touch her skin, a sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere.

The wind came on very strangely, unlike a natural wind that flows freely; instead, it carried a clear purpose.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had covered Asagiri Aya's face.

"Well?!"

The wind pressure was so strong that it forced her eyelids shut.

The wind was so strong it even stung, making it impossible for Asagiri Aya to open her eyes. She could only feel the howling wind in her ears in the darkness.

Is this the punishment?

Asagiri Aya thought desperately.

They were even deprived of the last right to see the world clearly, and could only wait in the darkness for that hell to descend.

"What the hell?! This awful weather!"

The thugs' cursing continued, but their hands didn't stop moving.

The wind seemed to be directed only at Asagiri Aya; to the three perpetrators, it was just a slightly strong draft.

"Never mind! We need to get down to business first! This little girl is someone I..."

"clatter."

However, before the thugs could even make a move...

Footsteps could be heard at the alley entrance.

The three thugs instinctively stopped what they were doing, turned their heads warily, and looked at the backlit entrance at the alleyway.

The dim streetlights could only illuminate a small area at the entrance of the alley.

At the intersection of light and shadow, a figure dressed in a black uniform from Sakigawa High School slowly walked in.

Kazama Chiba walked slowly, casually tossing the Rat Talisman with her right hand, her movements as practiced as if she were playing with a worthless coin.

"Oh."

The thug squinted, saw the person's face clearly, and then his tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be that cowardly turtle who was scared out of his wits this morning."

The thug released his grip on Asagiri Aya, turned around, and his face was contorted with a mixture of irritation at being interrupted and excitement at seeing the punching bag delivered to his door.

"What? The female teacher isn't here, and you dare to play the hero? Didn't you get enough of a beating earlier, so you came back specifically to beg us to beat you into the hospital?"

Two other people also gathered around, rubbing their hands together and cracking their knuckles.

Kazama Chiba quietly watched the three creatures that were constantly closing the distance between them.

"What? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

The thug took two steps forward, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

"Perfect timing, I haven't had enough fun yet. Since you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep, I'll grant your wish."

The random thugs roared and charged forward first.

He swung his fist, a straight punch that was completely haphazard but incredibly powerful, aimed directly at Kazama Chiba's face.

This punch was delivered without any restraint; if it had landed, it would have at least resulted in a broken nose.

Kazama Chiba stood still, without even blinking.

Just as the fist, covered in dirt and smelling of smoke, was less than ten centimeters from his nose.

"Windy".

He silently recited it in his heart.

The air froze for a moment.

Followed by.

"Pfft."

There was no dull thud of a fist hitting a face, nor the sound of bones breaking. Only a gentle breeze, as tender as a lover's hand, caressed me.

The gang leader froze.

The sneer on his face was still lingering, but a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Because he felt his right hand suddenly become very light, so light that it seemed to have disappeared.

pat.

The alley was deathly silent.

The remaining two thugs stared wide-eyed, their pupils contracting violently, as if they were witnessing the most terrifying scene in the world.

Right at that person's feet, a severed arm lay quietly in the puddle of sewage.

The incision was as smooth as a mirror, and the finger was still twitching slightly due to nerve reflexes.

The scene was so surreal that the other two thugs who were about to rush up froze on the spot.

Until two seconds later.

As if realizing what was happening, the blood gushed out wildly from the neatly severed stubble.

"Aa ...

The belated, excruciating pain finally penetrated my brain.

That scream almost tore his vocal cords apart.

The thug clutched his empty shoulder, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, writhing and rolling around like a fish thrown onto the shore.

"My hand! My hand!!!"

This bloody impact completely shattered the psychological defenses of the other two people.

"It's noisy."

Kazama Chiba frowned slightly.

He didn't look at the good-for-nothing writhing on the ground in pain, but instead raised his eyes to look at his two remaining accomplices who were already terrified.

Have you seen Resident Evil?

The two thugs were terrified; their legs trembled like lead, and they didn't even have the strength to run away.

Upon hearing this absurd question, they could only gape and make meaningless gurgling sounds.

Kazama Chiba then recommended

“There’s a famous scene in there called the ‘Laser Corridor.’ In order to stop the intruders, the AI ​​Red Queen released a high-energy laser net in a closed corridor.”

"That laser was extremely sharp and incredibly fast. It could instantly slice that assault captain into countless pieces of minced meat. It was a grid-like pattern, and the cuts were so clean that not a single drop of blood would splatter out."

Kazama Chiba tilted her head and continued, "And I've always been curious, what does that kind of death feel like? Is it over in an instant without any pain, or can you watch your body scatter on the ground before your consciousness fades away?"

"What...what are you saying..."

One of the thugs finally broke down, kneeling on the ground with a thud, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Please... let us go... we were wrong... we were really wrong..."

What am I saying?

Kazama Chiba raised an eyebrow

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not discussing the plot with you."

"I'm just telling you what's going to happen next."

The voice just fell.

The thug who had been rolling on the ground and howling suddenly stopped yelling.

He felt something warm flowing down his face.

It was liquid seeping from a thin crack right in the center of his forehead. It was viscous, warm, and had a rusty smell.

Before he could figure out what it was...

The head was neatly split in two along the midline, like a piece of cleaved building block.

Red and white brain tissue slid down the crack.

In that instant, countless wind blades intertwined to form a net of death, enveloping the three scoundrels.

hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—

A few seconds later, the wind stopped.

The alleyway fell completely silent.

Only the nauseating smell of blood remained in the air, so strong it was suffocating.

The three once-energetic thugs, who were standing there, were now reduced to a pile of varying-sized pieces of flesh scattered on the ground.

None of the corpses were intact; they were like Lego bricks that had been roughly dismantled by mischievous children.

Kazama Chiba stood outside the pool of blood.

The surrounding walls and ground were covered with splattered red graffiti.

He stared at the shards scattered on the ground, his face turning pale.

My stomach suddenly spasmed violently.

Acidic fluid surged up the esophagus; it was the human body's instinctive rejection of cannibalism.

"Huh...huh..."

After all, this is the first time.

Even with memories of two lifetimes, the instinct of a human being would still feel uncomfortable when one creates such a hellish scene with one's own hands.

Kazama Chiba gasped for breath, forcibly suppressing the feeling of nausea.

Since this path has been chosen, this weak physiological reaction is an obstacle that must be overcome.

Then Kazama Chiba straightened up, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped her mouth.