ahahaha! don’t worry! you’re going to be just fine!

[sixfaced]

the world is her playground
ｊｕｎｋｏ ｅｎｏｓｈｉｍａ
beware of the spoilers for dr0 !

1.
That’s right, I should run away! Having finally arrived at this simple answer, I promptly turned the other way, kicked powerfully at the ground, and set off dashing away from danger.

Almost immediately, I found myself colliding head-on with Enoshima-san.

“How -- ?!”

I fell down right on my butt. It hit the ground so harshly that my entire body turned numb. When I looked up, Enoshima-san stood on the road, blocking my head. I never even saw her move, and yet she somehow appeared behind me before I even started running.

“T...Teleportation?!”

“I prefer ‘shukuchi-jutsu’. I like the pop-culture vibe.”

I felt like it wasn’t just my butt that hit the ground, but rather my anything and everything. It seemed I couldn’t escape her after all. I may have convinced myself I have nothing to do with it, but she will not allow that.

“I think you misunderstand the situation, don’t you agree?” Enoshima-san crouched down and peered into my exhausted eyes. Alarms went off everywhere inside my head -- I mustn’t look into her eyes. Nevertheless, I couldn’t avert my gaze. “I should’ve let you known ahead. Your intentions are irrelevant. What’s relevant is Junko Enoshima’s purposes. That is all. That’s why even thinking about escaping from Junko Enoshima is nonsense. The world itself is Junko Enoshima’s playground, and everyone in it is merely living in it on borrowed time. I’m not talking ‘everything you own is mine’ -- I’m talking, ‘you yourself are mine’. The entire world and all mankind are for Junko Enoshima to do with as she pleases.”

-- What?

It was the most evil, extraordinary, egotistical doctrine. The kind that causes you to feel sick. If she really means all that, I have to resent my own lack of luck for meeting that girl.

2.
“Oh, well. We should return to what we were talking about. The issue of the dead body.” She stood up, recollecting herself, turned to face me and asked a question. “By the way, do you know what Hope’s Peak Academy’s Steering Committee is?”

“...Hope’s Peak Academy’s Steering Committee?” Just to make sure, I checked my notebook, but I couldn’t find mention of that phrase anywhere. It seems I honestly do not know what that is. But, if she mentions that name right now, that probably means --

“Ah, it seems you breached a conclusion! Ah, sorry. I keep messing up my pronunciation. Let me try again. It seems you’ve reached a conclusion!”

Enoshima-san spread both her hands grandiosely, as if she was the master-of-ceremonies of an extravagant show.

“Bin-bingo! That’s right! The dead body that was supposed to be here was a member of Hope’s Peak Academy’s Steering Committee. These guys are much higher ranked than the teaching staff and even the headmaster. That is, they’re the geezers who hold the real power in this school. Hee hee hee, aren’t you excited already?” Growing excited all by herself, she continued. “But, there’s no need to grieve. I mean, him getting killed here is just the way things are meant to be. Yep, it was set up since the very beginning. That’s why no matter how much they try to hide that incident, it’s all useless!”

3.
“Ah, that was an easy win! Easier than goin’ dancing!” Enoshima-san laughed loudly. “I guess he was all boasty without much to show for it. He should try going back and relearning the basics -- that was really no trouble at all!” She continued to cackle, and then took out a hand mirror from an inside pocket and started resetting her messy hair. Surprisingly, despite the fierce battle she just participated in, she wasn’t even out of breath.

I rushed over to her side, and started cheering. “T...Thank god! Thank god! For a second there I was really worried!”

Enoshima-san’s expression changed in an instant. “Huh?” She gave me the ultimate despising look. “...I think you’re misunderstanding the situation. You don’t think this is settled yet, do you? I mean, that would be an armageddon-level misunderstanding!”

4.
“Hey, I told you not to just stand there looking bewildered!” I was still frozen in place, and Enoshima-san’s irritated voice washed over me. “Write everything down in your notebook! What do you think I’m working so hard for --”

Suddenly, her face flew away. A high-kick as swift as a whip came at her from behind, sending her thin body flying like a scrap of paper.

“Ah!” I raised my voice instinctively, and turned my eyes to where her body was headed.

“......Sigh, that was almost dangerous.” She was posed on her knees, but then stood up as if nothing had happened. There was no visible damage except for a red mark on her left arm. It seemed she tried to use that arm to guard against Madarai’s kick. I wasn’t the only one who thought such a blow should’ve broken her thin arms, though - I could see signs of impatience on Madarai’s scowling face.

“Ha! Nervous ‘cause I’m too strong? Starting to doubt yourself? That’s right! I’m the ultimate weapon fashion-girl who hasn’t lost in over 300 fights!”

5.
“W-W-W-W-What are we going to do...?” Tears started streaming from my eyes.

“I guess we have no choice after all,” Enoshima-san whispered in a low, stiff tone. Then, she suddenly changed back to her regular clear, cheerful voice. “Go ahead!”

“W... W-W-W-W-W-WAIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”

“Ahahaha! Don’t worry! You’re going to be just fine!” Enoshima-san gripped my shoulders like a bully would. “I’m going to help you, of course. We’ll have you display the full extent of your talent in no time!”

6.
“Hey! Don’t just stand there looking like a pig in shock!” Enoshima-san yelled at me while performing magnificent tripping techniques as if she was a professional gymnast. “Write everything down in your notebook!” Right then, she delivered a perfect kick, sending Madarai down into the lawn with a short grunt. Nevertheless, he turned his long body like a spinning top, and recovered from his fall still spinning, as if he was breakdancing.


7.
“Hmmm. I see, I see. You’re brimming with deadly motivation, are you? But, y’see... this girl here is overflowing with deadliness!” said Enoshima-san, stroking my head.

-- Wait, what girl is she talking about?!

“Hey, don’t look so stupified! I’m leaving the rest to you!”

-- Huh? Leaving the rest of what to who?

“Ah! Your face looks just like a fur seal’s! ...But that doesn’t matter now - go ahead and fight him already! That’s your role here, y’know.”

-- M...Me, fighting...?!

“W-W-W-W-What are you talking about?!” I screamed, brushing her hand off the top of my head.

“Oh, it’s fine. You’re a girl who can do anything when you want to. You can even kill when you want to, y’know.”

“Hey. Enough with that kind of talk. ‘Killing’... That’s not a word fit for healthy high-school girls.”, Madarai’s face became distorted with a sarcastic smile.

“Oh? Not a fan of mutual killing?” Enoshima-san scoffed. “Huh. You’re not prepared at all! I’m a little disappointed.”

8.
The moment I saw those eyes, danger signals started flashing violently inside my brain. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to run away, but at the same time I was captured by the despair-inducing idea that resistance was futile. In the end, I just stood there, transfixed, unable to move.

“...Oh? Why are you ignoring me? Or maybe your default mode is being one of those mute characters?”

She had a smile on her face, but it was the wicked smile of a warrior looking down on a foolish weakling before they crush them.

“Ah! I got it!” - she suddenly raised her voice, and thrust her index finger straight at my forehead. “I know what you’re thinking! I know what you’ve been thinking ever since you saw me with my arms crossed! You’ve been thinking, ‘You know, I haven’t crossed my arms in quite a while! It must be my voluptuous bosom that’s keeping me from it’! How rude! Women who boast their boobs like that are the worst! By the way, did you know the current world obsession with boobs is nothing more than an illusion born out of no-good games and anime and variety shows? Ah, it’s so gross! Totally gross! Do you even know what kind of guys are obsessed with boobs? I’ll tell you! You know those airheaded girls who get pampered in their hometowns and then go out to the big city where they’re not popular anymore so they end up taking off their clothes for anyone who gives them the time of day? There are those virgin guys obsessed with that kind of girl who are also not the brightest bulbs in the shed and only have their impressive lower bodies going on for them! They are the ones endlessly obsessed with boobs! Changing the subject for a second, aren’t virgins the worst? If it wasn’t for the Virgin megastores there would be nothing good about them at all! Even then, that chain got shut down by the economy... and yet, it’s still a million times better than actual virgins! …...Um, what was I talking about? Oh, that’s right, the economy! We should start with the government policy --”

“Hey, wait a sec -- ouch!”

She was obviously saying far too much for someone making her first appearance, so I tried to stop her, but she just pushed her finger even deeper into my forehead, making my efforts ineffective.

“Wait, now I remember! We were talking about boob obsession! Y’know, I hate being pushy, but you should really drop that boob obsession of yours. Dropchez cet Obséssion, if you prefer en Français. If you don’t drop it, you’re going to get in trouble when you’re older. Do you get it? The larger they are the more they sag. Or maybe you’re one of them? Do you think you can win against the forces of gravity? Do you have superpowers? Should I expect Magneto to come scouting for you?”

9.
“Heh heh heh. I’m sorry but I can’t return that to you yet. This event scene can’t proceed that far hey hey hey hey hey hey hey” - Enoshima-san suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise. “Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?”, she turned her head from side to side, calling out as if she was mad. “It’s gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone!”

“W...What’s gone?”, I asked timidly, confused by her sudden change.

“It’s gone! Gone! Isn’t that strange? Why is it gone? Why?!”, she paced around the circumference of the trees, repeating her cries like a broken record.

“I asked, what’s gone?!”, I finally decided to use a stronger tone, and then --

“Oh? Ah...”.

She finally turned her face back toward me... but it was an unexpected expressionless face. Then, she replied in a voice lacking any intonation, speaking as lightly as if she was discussing trivialities.

“The body. The body is gone. The body that was here isn’t here anymore.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, have you forgotten already? Honestly, even forgetfulness should have its limits. You saw that body yourself, didn’t you?”

A new question came into my head. “...Wait, how did you know I’m forgetful? Have I told you?”

“T...That doesn’t matter! Anyway, there was definitely a body here before!”, Enoshima-san raised her voice, brushing my question aside. “Please, believe me! There was a body here minutes ago! I killed him, so I’m sure of it!”