It might seem like the end for Ehito, another return to live through, but even though Ehito hadn't planned it, his body was devoid of soul. This meant that Ehito could free himself to the maximum, with no physical constraints, because without a soul, no pain, no pain, no restrictions, no restrictions on the dangers to his body. That was probably why he kept watching for the reason. Ehito was afraid of destroying his own body, but in this case, he didn't care. He just wanted to win this damn fight, win against the girl with the poisoned arrows, and win, win, win just to live peacefully, never having to die again.
He had already died hundreds of thousands of times against himself. He just wanted to kill, win, kill, and win. That was all he wanted, to have happiness, to be happy, to not have to live through this. But Ehito was completely lost. He didn't know how to react. His soul, deep inside him, saw what was happening. But it couldn't react. It had no effect on the body. It screamed, it wanted to wake up to prevent it from self-destructing, to prevent his body from self-destructing. But Ehito, well, Ehito's body didn't listen to it, ignored it, didn't even hear it.
So, while dodging the fatal blow, and striking the man with all his strength in the chest, breaking one or two ribs and fracturing Ehito's ankle, he didn't care; he didn't feel the pain anyway. He walked as usual on that swollen ankle, which didn't bother him at all, since no pain was present. He took a knife, threw it, planted his hand, and pinned the man's hand to the wall, impaling it with the cold blade of the knife.
A second one, with the other hand, the man wanted to scream, but Ehito prevented him, as if it was a signature move, perhaps, putting his foot in the man's mouth, like with the brother. The man bit, bit much harder than the brother, which freed him. Ehito, however, didn't care at all. But Ehito was still as empty as before, without emotions, without regrets, without anything, he took a second knife, planted it in his leg, this time, his leg bleeding and planted into the ground, but Ehito, his soul actually, this time regretted, cried, suffered, he felt all the pain and all the regret. He vomited inwardly, wondering how he could do this to another human, it was impossible, inhuman, immoral, lifeless.
Ehito regretted being weak. Well, his body, the body of Ehito, was much stronger than anyone else, but his soul, it was weak. It couldn't even keep control over its own body, over the task it had been assigned. His soul was weak, Ehito knew it, but he kept it buried deep inside. He didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit it. That's why he got hurt, but his body, Ehito's body, battered by the pain of the former, took the dagger, planted the second leg of the man, almost torturing him, but not in a sadistic way, no smile. He just wanted to see him suffer. Ehito's soul began to smile a little, sinking into madness, pleased to see him suffer.
But he also sliced the man's lips, sliced his tongue, preventing him from speaking, from screaming. He also lightly cut his vocal cords, which didn't kill him, but this time, no sound could be made. The man, suffering, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to scream, unable to yell, wanted to die. Ehito knew this feeling, offering his soul, but he didn't let him. He didn't let him faint, didn't let him fall, didn't let him die. He wanted to kill with his own hands. So, that's what he did. He took the dagger, and stabbed it into the man's belly, several times, a total of five, into five vital organs.
At that moment, Ehito's soul regained control of his body, smiling, crying, and vomiting.
He was both happy and disgusted to have lost his body. He just wanted to fall, even lower than he already was, he wanted to die, but he knew he couldn't, so he gave up on that idea. He decided to let go of any consequences of his actions. From now on, Ehito would ignore all consequences. He was no longer afraid of anything—nothing at all, whether it was death, injustice, his parents, or his enemies. Nothing scared him. So, he snapped his fingers, and Tilan appeared. He asked, "Yes, Master?" Ehito said, "Hide this corpse." Tilan was only surprised that he had seen the whole scene and had let his master fight, but it was an order to be obeyed. He took the body, got into a car, took it to the company, and had it cremated in the greatest secrecy. Ehito then went to class, wrapped in bandages all over his body. He sat in class as he usually did, but this time, he decided to ignore everything—he didn't speak to anyone, didn't respond to anyone. He didn't eat in the cafeteria but on the roof. Lydia, however, didn't return. She stayed at home. He had taken her back there, so there was no risk of anything happening. But Ehito, still unconvinced, went out, still very alert—too alert. He felt, heard, everything. Everything was within his reach, within a radius of at least a kilometer. So, when the arrow was shot, he felt it, heard the wind shift, accelerate, intensify, veer off under the speed of the poisoned arrow. He dodged it, caught it in his hands, and threw it back in the same direction. A scream was heard, "Aaaah!" Ehito now knew where the person was. He knew he hadn't hit them, because from such a distance, with no line of sight, it was impossible to hit a moving target. He could hear them; he heard everything, just like before, the person firing multiple arrows. Ehito dodged them endlessly, endlessly. He mocked the situation, looking for a moment, finding an empty crossroads, a completely abandoned intersection with no one around. He decided to call out, "Come down and fight me now. I need to settle my score with you. Face everything you've done and come down." The person laughed and screamed into the wind. They didn't come down, probably because they were too weak to fight. But then two more arrows arrived, two arrows in fact, hitting Ehito in quick succession. He sensed them, dodged them, but a third came. It was on time, striking his hand, piercing it. Ehito felt the pain, but he didn't give the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He then sent the arrow back and grabbed a stack of antidotes against any poison that existed. The person, surprised, shot a dozen small arrows at once, hitting each part of Ehito's body. Ehito decided to dodge, but he found himself cornered against a wall. Twenty arrows and more kept coming toward him. Ehito wondered, "Is she really alone.