Kurozawa sat back down in his seat, the second to last row by the window, and the somewhat noisy classroom environment fell silent.
He had indeed killed someone, back in his first year of high school.
Although he had decided not to invest too much emotion, over ten years of interaction couldn't just be easily dismissed. Moreover, Kurozawa was actually a very protective person; even if someone threatened his pet, they'd have to consider the consequences.
On the Gray-White Panel, those dozen or so points of Power of Despair were contributed by that delinquent.
Many times, delinquents who provoked the wrong people were usually just taught a lesson. After all, it was a society governed by law, and wanting to kill someone meant considering the aftermath. But Kurozawa was a dangerous individual; a simple lesson wouldn't suffice.
The Pitch-Black Aura destroyed all traces, and everything happened in an area with no surveillance. Even if everyone suspected Kurozawa, they couldn't do anything about it.
Modern law, while seemingly complete, was only relatively so; there were always loopholes to be found.
The fact that evidence was absolutely required for conviction was actually perfect for Kurozawa.
Ten minutes later, the class bell rang.
It was Japanese class, and Kurozawa was still not paying attention.
His gaze wasn't on the young female teacher at the front of the blackboard, but on a girl in the fourth row.
From Kurozawa's angle, he could only just see the girl's profile.
She was petite and quite delicate-looking, with a small, refined nose and mouth, fair skin, and dark hair with a hint of brown that just reached her earlobes. Her whole demeanor exuded a pure and lovely aura.
Satomi Murano, Shinichi Izumi's childhood friend. They had known each other since they were young and had a deep bond.
Satomi Murano was quite sensitive. When Shinichi Izumi merged with a Parasyte and his personality underwent subtle changes, she keenly noticed it. If it weren't for Satomi Murano's companionship, the final version of Shinichi Izumi might have ended up thinking entirely like a Parasyte, completely indifferent to life.
Kurozawa had only silently observed for a few seconds when Satomi Murano seemed to sense Kurozawa's gaze. She subconsciously turned her head for a look and, upon seeing it was Kurozawa, her small face quickly turned back in nervousness, becoming restless.
The girl next to her noticed the anomaly. While the teacher was writing on the rostrum, she followed Satomi Murano's recent line of sight.
"Satomi, it's Kimishima Ryoma."
"Was he just staring at you?"
The girl had a gossipy look on her face. She propped up her textbook as a shield, then leaned over and whispered into Satomi Murano's ear.
Satomi Murano hesitated for a moment, then whispered in reply, "I-I think so..."
The girl immediately gave her a knowing look: "Does he like you? Why else would he be staring? What about your little boyfriend?"
"But Ryoma is handsomer than Shinichi-kun, you know. It's not entirely out of the question."
The girl was Satomi Murano's best friend, Mirai Tsukioka.
Mirai Tsukioka knew about Satomi Murano and Shinichi Izumi and their relationship. She was just joking.
Satomi Murano's face turned red, and she quickly waved her hands: "Shinichi-kun and I are just good friends. No, there's no relationship like that."
"So you're going to consider Ryoma? As expected, Satomi is a superficial girl who only looks at faces," Mirai Tsukioka teased with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll get angry," Satomi Murano puffed out her cheeks, putting on an angry expression.
However, her friend, who always loved to gossip and hear juicy stories, wouldn't give up. She insisted on knowing how Satomi Murano felt about Kurozawa.
"Don't worry so much. What if, and I mean if, if Ryoma confesses to you first, what would you do?"
"His family seems to be involved with the yakuza. If they found out about Shinichi-kun, something might happen, you know."
"Would you agree to him for Shinichi-kun's safety?"
"You become a yakuza girlfriend, and then Shinichi-kun for you..."
In an instant, Mirai Tsukioka's mind enacted a melodramatic love triangle: the pure girl Satomi Murano, for the sake of her true love Shinichi Izumi, ultimately sacrificing herself to the devil Ryoma.
Just as she was getting into her fantasy.
Whoosh! A piece of chalk hit her squarely on the forehead, leaving a small red mark.
"Ouch." Mirai Tsukioka covered her forehead, her fantasy shattered back to reality.
Looking up, the female teacher was staring at her angrily.
Mirai Tsukioka flinched and quickly shut up.
After the atmosphere returned to normal, she quietly turned her head and looked towards Kurozawa.
At this point, Kurozawa had already put on his headphones, isolating himself from the world within the classroom.
Although being treated like a yakuza member was somewhat unexpected for Kurozawa, thanks to this rumored identity among his classmates, few people bothered him, keeping things relatively peaceful.
He was checking the news on his phone, still finding no reports of Parasyte sightings.
He poked his left hand, but there was still no reaction.
Kurozawa had previously considered using Moon Breathing to stimulate the Parasyte on his left hand, but just as he was about to do so, he suddenly felt a pleading emotion.
If he did that, it would interrupt the Parasyte Larva's maturation and cause it to die.
Since the Parasyte Larva had either found human hosts or already died, and there were no new larvae, Kurozawa decided to keep it. Furthermore, controlling a Parasyte could serve as a good safeguard when he wasn't yet very strong.
At the same time, Kurozawa remembered a song.
"I wonder if it exists in this world."
He opened the music app on his phone, clicked on the search bar, and typed in the song title.
let me hear.
It was an English song that had once deeply moved Kurozawa, the theme song of Parasyte. It was the kind of music that made your blood surge every time it played.
To his surprise, he actually found it.
So, Kurozawa slightly closed his eyes and pressed the play button.
In an instant, the stirring melody erupted like a volcano from his headphones, pouring into his ears.
[Maybe none of you realize, being human is a generous gift from above.
We are the absolute predators.
We don't even have any natural enemies.
Perhaps some creature is eyeing us covetously, secretly thinking that one day they will defeat them.
We have brains that can think, we can wear the clothes we like.
Without a doubt, we are humans.
Countless tiny lives.
They are born into this world.
But they cannot escape their destiny, the destiny of dying for humans.
Children of humans.
When will they realize.
From the moment they are born, they are the true winners.
What do we live for? Think carefully about your life.
Because humans are the only species that can change the world, craving new answers.
What does your right hand want to grasp and hold tightly?
Let me hear, tell me your brand new answer.
Prove to me that you are different from apes.
If there is no desire, humanity will become extinct because of it.
Isn't that right?
Let me hear, let me hear your answer.]
When the song ended, Kurozawa turned off the music, took off his headphones, and a deep smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Humans, the true winners, the absolute predators... That really is spot on."
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