August 24, 2013 at 10:32pm
"The G4 presentation… a cruel cycle of hatred, a ritual that gives grade 12s the power to take revenge on those who are unsuspecting. They mark the grade 11s harshly and unfairly, so that the new IB students can suffer the way they did. So that they will know the pain. You wish to end this, hero? You say you will end this cycle of revenge?" I ask of the figure standing before me now in the library.
"I will do what's right," she responds.
"That was my dream once, to end the hatred and spite, the senseless fighting among brethren. but… that was before I went through it myself. How could someone like you EVER understand? I was like you once… naïve. I thought that I could be a hero, that I would save everyone. The G4 presentation… it changes you. It changes you in a way that haunts you forever, and so that you'll never be the person you once were. No one can stop this, and someday you'll come to understand as well. But for now… No one shall stand in the way of my revenge!"
I let out my battle cry as I draw my sword: "bloku obu buruling wouldu: flames of the fallen ones.” Crafted from the ashes of failed G4 projects, it burns with the hatred of all those who came before. Its blade glows with a scarlet red flame that raises 20.2 +/- 0.4cm into the air. "None will forget our pain, for you will suffer like we did!"
I bring my hands down along with my sword, but the hero dodges with a quick sidestep and cries, "Stop it! Don't you see? These are grade 11s! They look up to you, you're everything to them; their senpai!"
"I was once as foolish as they were. I idolized the grade 12s, I thought they could do no evil. They were so studious, and so kind in helping us through homework,” I growled. “But it was a LIE! They deceived us! When the grades were on the line they turned their backs on us.
“Robin the tormentor that day, he looked me in straight in the eye and said, ‘Your project was not very well thought out.’ And all I saw was cold blooded vengeance. He looked down at our defeated and shaking group in the corner and smugly stated, ‘40 percent.’
“So take this: my pain! My sorrow! And all of my hatred! Let hell's judgement decide your fate!"
The flames from my blade shoot out towards the hero. They surround her, searching for any impurity, cleansing them with fire. And in the end, they project before her the shape of a single letter: F.
"AGHHHHHH!" Bruised and burned, the hero somehow manages to stand. "I won't ever be like you! I'm not like you! I'll never turn my back on my ideals, not to mention my cute Kohai*! They're depending on me! Their happiness and future has been entrusted to me! I won't ever throw those feelings away! This my holy blade: ‘Standardization: equality of the gods!’ Lend me your power, IB students of the world!"
Standing before me now is the hero bleached in light from her holy sword, its radiance growing stronger as light from every direction flows towards its tip. "N… NANI?! Wha… what is this power?!" I roar.
"This… is the power of kindness! I wouldn't expect someone like you, so consumed by the IB, to understand."
"FOOL! I do not fear the IB as you do. Join the IB side! For I did not kill your friend Tim, I AM YOUR FRIEND!"
"N...no! This can't be true!" she chokes, stumbling backward.
"Search your heart, you know it to be true,” I scoff. “Now face my ultimate attack! 4000 words: Imperishable Insomniac Night!!!!"
"Haa…” she quipped, though visibly weakened. “Final Holy art: 7 in every HL subject!!!!!"
Our blades cross on the battlefield of the library, their sheer magic and intellectual powers ripping apart spacetime itself. The power of the collision instantaneously creates mass from the energy of the collision, invoking relativistic physics. Time moves slower in the library, as everything around us accelerates its pace. And then...it's over. I stand victorious, barely. The hero's body lies unmoving before me, and I walk away, leaving these final words of goodbye:
"You just got a 3 in saving the world HL."
*TL note: kohai means the opposite of senpai