The lunch time chime rings.
　That's the signal to start tormenting me.

　Saeki will take care of me again today.

"Hey Hidaka, get me some juice!

　Unkempt reddish hair. The cross earrings visible in both ears.
　The hem of a fully opened neck and a sloppy, protruding dress shirt.

　That's Saeki.

Then I'll take care of mine, too, Hidaka.

　This is Kida, Saeki's goldfish poo. He doesn't wear earrings.

　But he has the same uneducated appearance as Saeki. I wondered what he wanted to say about his dyed orange hair and his long collar.

　At this time of day, the two of them use me at their convenience, just like every other day.

　I'm a so-called (so-called) stick figure.

''Yeah ... well, can I have soda then?''

　What do you mean, "Soda is fine?" The. I want to ask myself if I'm trying to be clever.
　That's just a sign of the slavery that has become ingrained in us.

　Asking oneself is a complaint to oneself. There is no breakthrough in such internal conversations.

　This was my daily life.

　For the first two years of high school, up until now, I've been a slave to this Saeki and Kida.

　Because of my pride in not wanting to admit that I was being bullied, I acted as if I was friends with Saeki.

　I've been acting on the edge of a relationship with Saeki, telling myself that I'm not being forced to do anything.
　But I can't lie to myself.

　And I'm sure the rest of the class knows I'm the bully.

　I'm spending my days in a meaningless way.

"Saeki-kun, you're bullying Hidaka again, don't be ashamed of yourself, you're a high school student and you're still bullying him.

　She's the class president, Kawachi.

　She has a strong sense of justice and seems to have a perfected sense of justice within herself.
　Her black hair is pulled back in a single bun. The glint of justice peeking out of her red-brimmed glasses is the symbol of a hypocrite.

''Huh?　I'm not torturing you, I'm just asking you to go buy some juice for me. Hey Hidaka, we're friends.

　Saeki is a cunning man. He is a frivolous man, but he can study.

　What I mean by that is, he punches you in the stomach, but never in the face.
　Whenever he fights, he makes you pay for his juice.

That's right, Kawachi-san was wrong. We're still best friends," says Kida.

　I never thought of you as my best friend.

　The same is true of Saeki, but Kida is a genuine idiot.
　You can call him a natural. Saeki is the one to mess with, while Kida is always watching on the sidelines.

　Kida doesn't think he's a party to the bullying.
　That's the difference between him and Saeki.

　There's nothing worse than unconsciousness.

Hidaka-kun, why don't you speak up and say something? Otherwise, neither we nor the teacher will be able to help you.

　The hypocrisy wants to help me for likability.

''I'm not being bullied,''

　I heard Kawachi-san's loud sigh at my words. He smiled bitterly as if he was dumbfounded.

''........Hidaka-kun, that's fine with me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

　I said and left the classroom.

　As I went out into the hallway, I heard Saeki's stupid laugh. Then came Kida's laugh. What's the fun in making fun of people.....

　No, it's fun. That's why bullying will never stop.

　It is said that there is a "four-tiered structure" that describes how bullying occurs.

　--There is a "four-tiered structure" - perpetrator, victim, spectator, and bystander.

　In other words, no one is unrelated to the site of abuse. Each of them interact with each other, and as a result, I am being bullied.

　As much as I would like to say that I am, the reality is different.

　The reality is that no one is "irrelevant". Whether you realize it or not, it doesn't matter.

　As long as it's fun, that's all that matters. As long as I can look down on others, that's all that matters.
　That's why I didn't come to the vending machine, I came to the roof of the school building.

　I've heard that most schools don't allow people to go on the roof anymore.
　But at my school, the roof was open to the public.

　I guess that's what it means.

"Whenever you get tired of living, you can jump off the roof...

　I may not be normal for muttering such words.

　I may be crazy. I may be crazy.

　But--" "But I'm not the one who's crazy.

But-- "But it's not me that's crazy, it's this world.......

　Trying to say that aloud doesn't change anything.

　At the end of the fence, on the other side of the fence, is the sky.

　After looking at the scenery as usual, I climbed over the fence and went down to the other side.
　Then I looked up at the sky, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

　Inside the fence, I could see several students eating lunch and chatting with their friends.

It's a good idea to have a good time.

Well you better go get the doctor.

　--Yes, sir. I'm going to kill myself.

　The students, who had begun to buzz around, were talking about something in a whisper, and some of them were seen leaving the rooftop as if they were hurrying out.

　Is it a curiosity, a sense of justice, or the nature of those bound by the chains of common sense?

　But if that is the case, what is the driving force behind their actions?
　It's just one man's life.
　It would be better if we just let them go....

　But by the time a teacher arrives, I'm headed back to freedom.

　The sky is a beautiful gray, as always.
　The school building, the ground and the asphalt all look the same color as usual.
　I wish it was a different color for today, but that's not going to happen.

''Do you guys understand.... why I'm jumping out of here today?

　He can't hear me, but he asks questions.

　But it's so late.
　I should have finished it sooner.

　Sooner.

So goodbye, everybody.

　I put my weight on the front and relax the moment my feet leave the ground.

　--I had already jumped off.

　I was falling headlong, downward, downward.

　It's not that I wanted to die.

　I just didn't want to live.

　You won't know the difference.

　You're just falling.

　All of my thoughts, all of my time, everything I've ever known will be gone.

　And it will be gone.

　As if nothing existed in the beginning.

　I could see the rooftops of my body lying on its back in the air and moving away from me.

　My eyelids were getting heavier and I felt as if I was becoming more and more distant from consciousness.

　At that time, my eyelids (eyelids) became heavy, and I felt as if I was becoming more and more distant from consciousness.

　Suddenly there was a tremendous light in front of me.

　It filled my vision and took away my vision.
　I was no longer able to think deeply about the scene.

　The last view I saw was just white. It was an endless white world where nothing could be confirmed.

　And on this day, I said goodbye to the trivial life I had led up to that day and ended my life.

　Masamune Hidaka died.