OMAKE: THE DAY WE LOST OUR TEACHER
Joutarou's sword swiped through Mari's neck and time froze.
Hazou watched every pathway shatter and reform and shatter again, his mind filtering through his library, looking for a way, any way, to make this not be real.
Distantly, he was aware of Keiko screaming.
Lightning surged in his chakra vessels.
Pathways opened up.
None helped.
He squeezed the lightning harder.
Pathways opened up.
Keiko was transforming into ice. Snow swirled around her, a blizzard pouring out of her now empty eye-sockets.
None helped.
He burned the lightning. Compressed it until it grew heavy and dense, and his whole body ached with dull pain perforated by sudden spikes of sharp pain.
Pathways opened up.
None helped.
There had to be a way.
There had to.
His lips moved without his conscious direction, merely an expression of a desperate search function running through his library.
"KAI!"
Mari ruffled his hair.
"It was a prank, bro!"
And then Hazou murdered her.