The idea nagged at me while I was watching the anime and I start jotting down some ideas. Motoyashu is the type of character I love to torment -cough- I'm mean give some character development...via tormenting them.
I realized about halfway through this chapter while I was perusing the wiki for some details that there is actually a spin-off based on the premise. Funny how that works out. In any case, the spinoff is a comedy so while I'll take a few things from it I'll be taking this story in a different direction.
In the end, they didn't stand a chance. Naofumi had warned them. He had told them over and over. By the time they had actually started to listen, by the time to started to realize just how far behind they had fallen...it was too late.
It was a struggle to even open his eyes, but he forced them open. Forced himself to see the carnage, the destruction, the finality of their failure.
It wasn't like any of the anime he watched or the games he played where the destruction, the death was behind a screen. He had cried when the heroes suffered and had cheered when they got back up anyway.
Motoyashu always wanted to be like those characters. He had memorized the iconic lines, the poses. He had thought when coming to this world that it was a dream come true.
He had no idea.
No idea just how painful, real battle, real suffering was.
(There was a certain smell to a battlefield that he didn't know about before coming to this world, before fighting for the people. It was the smell of death. It turned his stomach and soured his taste buds.)
"Still alive moron?"
Motoyasu blinked the blood out of his eyes and arched his head to peer at Naofumi. The man was looking worse for wear. Armor in shambles and absolutely dripping in blood. He looked like he was barely hanging on as he clutched his side, more blood leaking through his fingers.
He opened his mouth to reply, but only managed a weak cough. The taste of copper on his tongue and lingering in the back of his throat made him gag and shudder. The movement sent a searing pain through his battered body and his visions went white for a moment.
He let out a weak breath when the pain subsided just a little. It was still there ready to pounce on him should he make the slightest move, but the pain was far better than the lingering coldness that was slowly creeping into his limbs.
(The coldness reminded him of lying on the dirty pavement, blood pooling beneath him and the fanatic whispers of 'I love you', 'I'm doing this for us' ringing in his ears.)
He glanced over to Naofumi when he heard a faint thump. The other man had fallen to his knees seemingly struggling with his own pain.
If they were this messed up when they only caught the edge of that attack and protected by several of Naofumi's shields... then Motoyasu was scared to even think of what happened to the people who received its full force.
(Itsuki. Ren. Glass. L'Arc. Rishia. And who knew how many others. Soldiers and Adventurers whom he never bothered learn the names of. Because he thought he was better than them. He thought he was the perfect hero. Those same people that he looked down went into this battle knowing they were outmatched, yet still decided to fight for their homes and for their loved ones.)
"̴͎̊L̴̥̜̓͝͠o̷̢̬͐̎̆͝o̵̠̯͆k̴̺̞̫̂̄͝ ̷̤͔́w̴̡̹̅́͘͝ȟ̴̞̫̫̇̿ő̵̟͛ͅ'̵͇̒́s̵͚̪̘͙̽ ̴̖͙̾s̸̭̽t̵̡̬̑̄ĭ̸̻̯̜ļ̶͉̽l̵̼̃͗̌̐ ̵͉̮̦̽͛̂a̴̡͎̞̮̽͝l̴̳͝ͅĩ̵͈̙̤͔v̵̢̮̳̰͌̌̐̃e̵̫̫͕̅̈́?̷̰͕͙͋͝ ̴̥̥̂̑L̴̲̜͓͆̕͜͠e̵̤͔͍͌t̵̳̹̪̭̄̓̓̽'̵̢̨͚̪̆̓͆̉s̷̲͈̹͙̊̔͋̔ ̶̦͎̙̯̂́͝f̴̡̳͌i̶̝͖͔̍͂̾x̴̺͉̲̒̃ ̴̧̢̪̂̒̈́̽t̶̖̭͈͚́̽̎̍h̷͓͚̅͌̇̀a̷̛͙̔͆t̶̛͙͔͖̆,̷͓̾͑̆ ̸͕̑S̴̮͕̓̉H̴̻͔̎͛A̷̹̦̍͆L̸̡̧͎̪̀Ḷ̵͎̐ ̸̞͖̬̺̈́͗̔̀W̷͇̗̍E̴̠̱̒͂͗͘?̴̹͓̙̉͋̎͜͝"̶̻̺̖͚͗ ̸̪̯̜̭̓
Naofumi forced himself to his feet even as he coughed up blood and swayed dangerously. With what looked like a virtual mountain of effort he straightened and threw his head back proudly, his shield coming to life.
"Like hell." Green eyes glared at what had to be the epitome of evil. The World-Eater, Medea.
(He was always the best one out of all of them wasn't he? The true hero. The kind of hero they all dreamed about but never managed to become because of their own hubris blinding them.)
Motoyasu tried to do the same. He dug his bloodied fingers into the dirt and tried to make his body cooperate, but he couldn't.
He clenched his teeth, trying again even as pain blanketed him and with each breath, he tasted blood.
In the end, it wasn't enough.
He was weak. Weak and Stupid.
Never listened even when the truth was right in front of him.
(Always too scared to make his own decisions. To think for himself. Because that was too difficult, too frightening.)
He couldn't move.
Couldn't get up.
He could never decide, never choose.
("Motoyasu baby, who do you want to live with? Mommy or Daddy?")
("Kitamura-kun! You have to decide! Which one of us do you love?")
All he could do was watch as the Shield Hero once more took on the burden that should have been shared between the four of them. All he could do was watch as the Shield Hero fought alone.
All he could do was watch as Naofumi Iwatani died.
Weak. Weak. WEAK.
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