Chapter 58: Appear and leave as soon as possible, the great artist, Ryunosuke Uryu!

My name is Ryunosuke Uesugi and I am twenty-three years old.

He lives in an old residential complex in Shinan District of Fuyuki City and is unmarried.

I work in a convenience store less than 200 meters away from the school. I get home before 8 o'clock at the latest every day. I don't smoke or drink. I go to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening and make sure I get eight hours of sleep.

Before going to bed, I would drink a glass of hot milk, do twenty minutes of relaxing exercises to warm up my body and then go to sleep. I could basically sleep until dawn, like a baby without any fatigue or stress. I would greet the next morning and the health check results showed that I was normal.

the above,

all fake.

My name is Ryunosuke Uesugi and I am twenty-three years old.

He lives in an old residential complex in Shinan District of Fuyuki City and is unmarried.

I work in a convenience store less than 200 meters away from the school. After get off work every day, I usually wander around the school, looking for suitable targets.

I, Ryunosuke Uryu, am a murderer.

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I am the rising star of Fuyuki City.

Every police officer in Fuyuki City has me firmly in mind, but they can't find any trace of me.

I, living in this world, am completely different from those stupid, mediocre people who seem to live just to wait for death!
I live in this world not for money, fame or fortune.

In my life, I have one and only one goal, and that is art.

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When I was very young, I accidentally watched a horror movie.

That movie was definitely not something a kid my age should watch; it was filled with a lot of blood and violence.

Different from other people of the same age.

At that time, I understood the necessity of horror movie entertainment, but I didn't like it that way.

For me, whether it is a horror film, a war film, a disaster film, or even a simple adventure film or TV series, these fictional entertainment programs, although they use a variety of plots and dazzling ways to depict human death.

But to me, it's like food without salt, so bland that it's hard to eat.

I understand why they didn't add salt. It's because of the limitations of reality and the audience's mental health. They always let the audience peek at the art of death, the miniaturized, fictional art of death, from a safe perspective.

Human beings are proud of their wisdom and are full of fear of the unknown.

But no matter how terrifying the object is, as long as you have experienced it and understand it, then the fear will be recognized and conquered, and it will lose its taste like food without salt.

Death is an unknown thing that the living cannot observe in any way.

As long as you are alive, you can only 'see' but not 'experience'.

Therefore, humans, who take pride in their wisdom, try to understand the nature of death by observing the deaths of other people.

——It’s a waste of effort.

I realized this when I was in elementary school.

It seems to be natural, and people prefer to call that nature talent.

I am a person with outstanding talents.

I have an extraordinary ability to discern the truth and falsehood of things like death.

When I was very young, those horror movies in the cinema, those fictional horrors, were not just food without salt, but more like stories for young children to eat before meals.

Whether it is the plot or the special effects produced by high technology, from these things, the so-called essence of death, the art of death, can not be seen at all.

Curious! Curious! Curious!

I really want to know the nature of death, and I really want to paint the art of death.

I want it so much, so much, so much. It itches as if there are ants crawling in my blood and in the cracks of my bones.

Curiosity consumed me, and my yearning for art changed me.

No matter what, I want to know what the so-called death is.

The blood and color gushing out of the arteries, and the temperature of an organ in the abdomen that I touched with my hands, all made me feel extremely close to that vague art that seemed to be beyond human’s reach. The pain felt by those who dedicated themselves to art before death, the desperate wails before death.

How wonderful!

Nothing could be more real than this.

People think killing is a crime.

But I knew at a very young age that there are more than five billion people living in this world.

What an astonishing number.

When I was very young, I used to count the grains of sand on the beach in the park.

I counted the grains of sand in one hand until dark, but I still didn't finish counting.

The number of human beings living in this world is countless times more than the grains of sand in my hand. There are so many that even if I were to count them one by one until I die of old age, I would still not be able to finish counting them.

With so many people, it wouldn’t matter if a few were missing, right?

once,
When I watched the cheetah on the Animal World program at home, I was deeply moved by the cheetah's elegant behavior.

The cheetah's distinctive hunting style makes me feel extremely close to it, and that sense of closeness is close to art.

Since then, I have often imagined myself as a cheetah.

I would decorate my clothes with the cheetah logo all over them: shirts, pants, hats, shoes, even socks, underwear, handkerchiefs and gloves.

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The streets at night are my hunting grounds, and I am the cheetah hiding in the shadows.

Those stupid prey will not feel the threat from me as a carnivore until they are captured.

After my first success, I was deeply fascinated by this way of approaching art.

With this belief, I continued to take action and travel around.

The reason why I travel around is not because I am afraid. I am not afraid of being arrested, because I feel that the treatment I receive after being arrested is close to the art in my heart.

I just think that compared to prison, the free, happy, positive and healthy life outside is the right way to live.

I am a normal person and this is the most normal thing.

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Once again, I succeeded.

Looking at the mess on the ground and experiencing the beauty that is close to art, my body can't help but tremble with excitement.

"Magic book?"

"Holy Grail War...Summoning Servants...Heroes from history...Excellent compatibility?"

"A hero who is extremely compatible with me? This is really an interesting magic trick."

Curiosity is the first time I experience art, the first time I get close to art, the same curiosity as when an ant crawls inside my body.

I have a feeling that art is about to show up!
"If it is really possible, please answer my call, hero who can show me the truth about art."

The dark red light of the summoning circle he had drawn gradually grew stronger until it filled the entire room.

On the ground are still gifts sacrificed in order to get closer to art, but it doesn't matter anymore.

A robe like that of a medieval wizard, eyes as ruthless as a crocodile in the mud, the inability to restrain the rage pouring out of the body, death... so close.

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"Wow! So beautiful."

"I see. No wonder I didn't notice it. The saying that the darkest place is under the lamp is really true. The thing I have been looking for is not somewhere else, but hidden in my intestines."

"I finally found it. I searched so hard for it."

"What are you doing? If it was in my body, you should have told me earlier."

"Thank you so much, unknown hero."

Seeing his Master's chest being pierced by a tentacle and having an epiphany before death, Gilles de Rey, who was born as a Berserker, actually briefly regained some consciousness.

(End of this chapter)