NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 100: Chapter 100 - Takashi Komuro Dead
The convoy arrived at Haneda Airport, Tokyo. They stopped at the plaza—now repurposed as a holding zone for survivors. From atop the Penal Legion Transport Trucks and Repressor Arbites, the Yakuza were dragged down one by one, heavily guarded as they were escorted into the military sector.
Meanwhile, Takashi Komuro still stood, bloodied and broken, atop the Prison Rhino—the armored war machine halted right at the center of the plaza.
He and the other prisoners were caged in open steel cells, placed before the airport's main hall, left to bake under the punishing midday sun.
Miyamoto Rei had come to see Takashi for the last time, after hearing word of his capture. Her mother, and her uncle, Officer Tajima, had also promised they would come soon after.
Under the blistering sunlight, Haneda Airport Plaza—once bustling with the noise of arrivals and departures—had transformed into a cold, suffocating military fortress, wrapped in a shroud of sorrow and tension.
Takashi slumped inside the metal cage atop the Prison Rhino. His skin was beginning to burn, but the deepest wounds weren't visible—they lay within his chest, buried in guilt and despair. He had become a spectacle, an object of scorn for the soldiers and civilians gathering around. Their stares were sharp, as if peeling away his skin to expose every sin he had committed.
Yuriko Takagi arrived with her entourage—Rei, Saya, Rika, Shizuka, and Kiriko. They had left the barracks after receiving the official summons. They knew exactly what this meant: Takashi was now in the grip of the most terrifying institutions under Reuel's command—the Inquisitors and the Adeptus Arbites. Within the power structure of the Imperium of Man—especially under the Astra Militarum—they were judge, jury, and executioner. No mercy. No room for grace.
The moment they arrived, the atmosphere of the plaza shifted—like a celestial courtroom, where sin was judged in absolute terms.
Among rows of war machines and fully armed troops, Takashi trembled inside his narrow cage. His clothes were torn, his body thin, his face ghostly pale. His eyes were vacant—like someone who had already accepted a fate that could no longer be changed.
When his gaze met Rei's in the crowd, his whole body tensed. He reached out to the bars with both hands, gripping them in pure desperation.
"Rei! Rei! Help me! I'm here!" he cried out hoarsely.
But his voice was nearly swallowed by the searing wind. Rei looked at him, tears brimming, her heart shattered between memories and the brutal truth in front of her.
"Takashi… I… I can't save you…" she whispered.
Around them, only the heavy footsteps of soldiers could be heard, mixed with the low hum of war engines. But what chilled the air the most was the silent arrival of the Inquisitors—they moved without sound, clad in polished black armor and flowing blood-red robes, like death incarnate descending from the heavens. The Aquila emblazoned on their chests was a verdict that had already been written long ago.
Takashi began to shake violently. Fear crept through every pore in his body, paralyzing what little courage he had left.
"Then… please… tell Reuel…" he stammered, nearly sobbing, "beg him… beg him to forgive me…"
Rei didn't answer. She simply squeezed little Airi's hand tighter, then turned and walked away.
She didn't want Airi to see what had become of the man they once knew—and once loved—
Reduced now to nothing more than a shadow of who he used to be.
Suddenly, the deafening clang of metal echoed from atop the Rhino.
A towering Inquisitor—standing well over two meters tall—leapt down from the side of the vehicle. The ground trembled beneath the weight of his armored boots. His steps were deliberate, radiating death itself. He pressed a locking mechanism on the cage. The steel bars shut with a loud clang—a sound sharp enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
Without a single word, he stepped into the cage.
A metal fist the size of a human head slammed into Takashi Komuro's face. Blood splattered. His head snapped back, body slumping from the blow.
"SILENCE, HERETIC! Speak only when commanded!"
The Inquisitor's voice boomed—not merely a warning, but a verdict. He raised his massive bolter, its muzzle cold and unwavering, aimed directly at Takashi's forehead.
"One more word… and you'll meet the Emperor sooner than scheduled."
His tone was flat. Merciless.
Takashi trembled. He covered his mouth with shaking hands, tears flowing silently. He understood now: his life no longer belonged to him.
Kiriko stepped forward, standing outside the cage. Her voice was calm, but icy and resolute.
"Komuro, if you're guilty… then bear the consequences."
Takashi fell to his knees, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. He looked up at Kiriko, eyes brimming with tears.
"Auntie… please… I beg you… I swear I'll change! I won't do it again! I promise!"
But Kiriko didn't move. Her face betrayed no pity.
"I no longer have the authority to save you. This is a military matter now."
Those words struck Takashi harder than any punch. Whatever hope he had left crumbled instantly.
"Uncle Tajima! Uncle—you're a cop! Help me! I don't want to die, please!"
Tajima and the other officers stood frozen. They looked away, unable to meet Komuro's eyes. In front of them stood the towering Inquisitors, grim-faced, clad in terrifying black armor adorned with the Aquila.
Finally, Tajima spoke, his voice nearly a whisper:
"Forgive me, Takashi Komuro… We can't help you. We have to think of the safety of the other civilians."
Komuro collapsed. His breathing turned ragged. He looked up at the sky and screamed:
"AAAAAAARGH!! HELP ME!! SOMEBODY!! HELP MEEEEEEEE!!!"
Footsteps approached. Saya Takagi walked slowly to the front, past the line of guards. Her gaze was piercing, cold, filled with long-buried rage.
"Komuro, you don't need to degrade yourself like this."
Her tone was flat, but every word cut deep.
"No one can save you now. You… will pay for my father's death."
Takashi laughed. A strange, broken laugh—half sob, half hysteria.
"HAHAHAHA! I just wanted to save people! I just wanted to help! I didn't want any of this! THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!"
Saya hissed through gritted teeth.
"Save people…? All you brought was destruction."
Takashi fell silent. His head bowed. His body shook. Then, a cracked, breathless voice emerged:
"Is there something wrong with me…? This is all… Reuel's fault. He… he was stronger than me."
His eyes were wild. His breath came in gasps.
"On the school bus… me and the others… we kicked him out. At the Takagi estate… I told everyone he was Middle Eastern. I told your father—Soichiro Takagi—that he had dangerous weapons…"
He laughed again. A madman's laugh. Desperate, unhinged.
"I just wanted him dead! I thought people would kill him. But I… I never knew… he had an ARMY! Hahaha! HE HAD A FUCKING ARMY!!"
Silence.
Everyone was speechless.
Miyamoto Rei. Kiriko. Yuriko Takagi. Saya. Shizuka. Rika. Saeko. Asami.
All stared at Takashi Komuro.
Some trembled. Some looked away. Others furrowed their brows.
But they all saw the same thing:
A young man shattered—not by bullets, but by envy.
Envy of Reuel.
Miyamoto Rei stared at him, Airi clutching her hand tightly, confused. Even the police were silent. No one knew how to respond to what they were witnessing.
"I just tried to save someone... but all of you blamed me…"
Takashi mumbled, barely audible. His voice trembled, eyes vacant.
"You all judge me… But I was right… Hirano Kohta wanted to save Takagi Saya. I didn't go with him… he insisted on going… I tried to stop him. I didn't push him… How was I supposed to know he'd fall…?"
He laughed again. Bitter. Broken.
Somewhere between madness and denial.
"You said saving someone is wrong… I just didn't want him to leave… I just—I… just…"
Laughter. Tears. Whispers of despair.
Takashi Komuro was no longer himself. He was the echo of who he once was. He repeated the same words, as if repetition could make them true.
"I just wanted to save someone… But all of you blamed me. You scoffed, mocked, threw everything on my back."
"Hirano Kohta asked me to come. I said no. But he insisted. I didn't send him off… I just wanted someone to stop him! I just… wanted to save someone…"
"How was I supposed to know he'd fall? How…?"
His eyes were glassy, his smile hollow.
"So you're saying… saving someone is wrong…? Fine. I didn't let him go. I didn't let… that fat fuck… Hirano Kohta… go…"
He laughed again.
A laugh that echoed across the dead plaza.
Now, those who watched Takashi Komuro didn't know if they were looking at a criminal…
Or the wreckage of a human being, destroyed by guilt and jealousy.
Perhaps… both.
Takagi Saya froze at Takashi Komuro's confession. Her emotions exploded in an instant.
"You killed that chubby little guy, you bastard!" she shouted.
She'd just heard Komuro admit to pushing the little fat guy down the stairs. Even though Saya Takagi had survived—thanks to Hirano Kohta back when they were still in school—she still felt betrayed. She might not have liked the chubby nerd all that much, but still… he was a friend.
And Takagi Saya couldn't deny one thing: she owed her life to Hirano Kohta, who had saved her when the zombie outbreak first erupted in the world of Highschool of the Dead.
On the other side, Miyamoto Rei and her mother, Kiriko Miyamoto, could only stare in stunned silence. They had never imagined that Takashi Komuro—the one they once trusted—could be capable of killing someone.
The police officers and Japanese civilians gathered in the square were no less shocked. One by one, faces went pale, dread creeping over them as they listened to the confession of a man who now teetered on the edge of madness.
"Hahahaha! I'm not wrong! Reuel's the one who's wrong! I'm right! I'm not wrong! Hahahaha!!"
Takashi Komuro kept laughing, a wild, terrifying sound. He laughed, then cried. Then laughed again.
And that's when Rika Minami arrived.
She came flanked by a fresh unit from the Astra Militarum—new troops recruited from the remnants of the local Russian military, deployed under the direct approval of Major Hellsker. Under her command, the soldiers formed a rigid formation. Their eyes were cold and merciless.
The moment she saw the metal cage holding Takeda Shimada and the six other Yakuza members, Rika Minami stepped forward. Her steps were steady, the echo of her boots ringing out across the cold concrete floor.
"Remember me?" she said calmly, though her tone was icy.
"I didn't die. You ambushed me when I was disguised as a civilian near the police station. Because of you, all my subordinates were killed."
She stopped right in front of the bars.
"I swore I'd get my revenge. And now the time has come."
She stared directly into Takeda Shimada's eyes.
"Ready?"
Shimada couldn't answer. His breath caught in his throat. In Rika Minami's gaze, he saw no rage—what he saw was far worse: resolve.
He regretted it. Deeply. But it was too late.
"Take them to the interrogation chamber," Rika ordered coldly.
"We're settling this blood debt."
"Yes, Captain!"
Without waiting for further orders, the soldiers moved in. Takeda Shimada and his gang were dragged out, shoved into an armored vehicle. They screamed, thrashed, begged—it was all in vain. The vehicle rolled off, vanishing into dust and dread.
From afar, Officer Tajima watched it all.
He and the other officers who had fought the Yakuza back at the police station said nothing. They all knew one thing: Takeda and his men would never return.
They were going to die.
How they would die?
Tajima didn't want to know.
Even his thoughts refused to imagine it.
In the middle of the square—still packed with civilians frozen in horror—Takashi Komuro kept laughing. Laughing like a madman. Behind the cold iron bars, his face was torn between despair and delusion.
Sometimes he laughed.
Sometimes he cried.
Sometimes he screamed for help.
Sometimes he cursed the world, blaming everyone for never understanding him.
And sometimes… he just mumbled incoherently, babbling like a soul long separated from its body.
"Rei… Saeko… Saya… help me… help me! HELP!!"
No answer came. Only a cold silence met his cries.
Now, Takashi Komuro was the only one left in the cage. The others had been taken away. He crouched in fear in the corner, trembling, eyes darting around in desperation, searching for familiar faces—Miyamoto Kiriko, Rei, Takagi Saya, even Uncle Tajima and the police. But they had all walked away.
Takagi Saya stood just outside the cell. Her expression was blank, her eyes cold. She stared at Takashi silently, unsure what she felt anymore—anger? Disgust? Contempt?
But everything came to a halt when he arrived.
The Inquisitor had come.
Clad in pitch-black armor, the symbol of the Imperium glowing on his chest, his face hidden behind a steel mask. Behind him stood the Sisters of Battle, clad in ecclesiastical robes fused with sacred power armor, whips and sacred texts hanging from their belts.
Takashi Komuro was hung upside down.
His head dangled low, feet bound with adamantium chains.
His skin was peeled—layer by layer—by cold, devout hands. Blood dripped endlessly, seeping into a land that had long forgotten mercy.
Yet he laughed.
Laughed like a demon.
The Sisters of Battle began to whip his body with liturgical scourges, each strike accompanied by chants of redemption.
"For the blasphemy against the God-Emperor of Mankind... for the betrayal of brotherhood…"
There was no mercy. Only faith and judgment.
Civilians could only stare in mute horror, gripped by terror at the overwhelming power now manifest in their world. Some police officers turned their faces away. Others fought back the urge to vomit.
After two long hours of silent, brutal torture, the Inquisitor finally spoke. His voice was deep and echoed from within the helm.
"I'm getting bored."
He looked at Takagi Saya, then gestured to Komuro's limp body.
"I leave him to you. This is the Emperor's will. Let the girl decide… how he dies."
And without hesitation, the Inquisitor tossed Komuro's body at the feet of the Astra Militarum—like a worthless corpse.
Takagi Saya stepped forward. Her expression was cold. Her face, a stone carving—unyielding.
"Take him," she ordered.
"Sink him in the sea. Let the ocean wash away his sins."
"Yes, ma'am!" the soldiers responded in unison, immediately springing into action.
Komuro's body was dragged away—half-alive, or perhaps half-dead—toward the docks.
Miyamoto Rei and her mother, Kiriko Miyamoto, stood frozen. Beside them, Officer Tajima clutched his cap tightly, jaw clenched.
They all knew: this was vengeance. Retribution for the death of Soichiro Takagi. They knew Saya had changed.
But witnessing all of it… watching the once brilliant girl pronounce someone's death so calmly…
They never imagined such cruelty could take root in her.
But the world was already dead.
And those who survived… never came out the same.
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A few soldiers arrived carrying large buckets of coarse sea salt.
Komuro's torn body was slowly drenched in the salt.
His screams tore through the sky.
And yet even through the agony, he laughed.
Wild, hysterical laughter—like a nightmare refusing to end.
An anchor chain thick as a grown man's arm was bound to his feet.
Fresh meat, soaked in blood, was tied to his body—bait for whatever awaited in the ocean's depths.
A helicopter piloted by the Astra Militarum descended, its rotors screaming like a devil from some forbidden heaven.
Still locked inside his iron cage, Komuro was lifted into the air—dangling upside-down above the black sea.
All throughout the flight, he kept calling out.
"Rei… Saya… Saeko… Reuel… don't leave me…"
No answer.
No mercy.
No forgiveness.
No redemption.
The iron cage—along with the broken body, the anchor, and the sins beyond forgiveness—was dropped into the endless, dark ocean.
Takashi Komuro… had finally met his end.
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Repressor – Armored Transport of the Adepta Sororitas & Adeptus Arbites
The Repressor is an armored personnel carrier (APC) of the Imperium, developed from the standard Rhino chassis. This vehicle is widely employed by the Adeptus Arbites for riot control and crowd suppression operations, as well as by the Adepta Sororitas during intense combat in urban environments.
Unlike the standard Rhino, the Repressor has undergone extensive modifications. Its transport compartment is expanded, the roof raised and fitted with firing slits for passengers, and the front reinforced with a large dozer blade—capable of breaking through debris or dispersing hostile crowds. The vehicle's front cupola is also fitted with a small turret for its primary weapon.
The version used by the Adeptus Arbites is typically equipped with non-lethal weaponry such as water cannons and grenade launchers that fire stun and sedative gas rounds. However, when the Adepta Sororitas began deploying the Repressor near the end of the 41st Millennium, they replaced these non-lethal systems with Storm Bolters and Heavy Flamers—weapons far more suitable for full-scale combat.
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First Combat Use by the Adepta Sororitas
The Repressor was first used by the Sisters of Battle during the Avignor Uprising, on a cardinal world that served as a major pilgrimage site. When over one million pilgrims gathered to attend the Ascension Day ritual, they were incited to violence by provocateurs of a heretical sect. Within hours, the gathering descended into a brutal riot, overrunning local Arbites precincts.
The situation escalated into full-scale urban warfare when heretic agitators armed the masses and directed them toward key Imperial sites, including armories. As the situation grew uncontrollable, the Arbites requested aid from the Order of the Sacred Rose Preceptory, then garrisoning the Avignor Cardinal Palace.
The Sisters of Battle commandeered and retrofitted several Arbites Repressors according to their own doctrines of war. Armed with their beloved Heavy Flamers, the Sisters deployed onto the battlefield to cleanse the heretics and their followers from the sacred ground.
After two weeks of relentless street fighting, the uprising was finally crushed. In gratitude, the Arbites Marshal gifted all surviving Repressors to the Canoness-Preceptor of the Order of the Sacred Rose. From that moment on, the vehicle became a permanent part of their arsenal.
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Official Ecclesiarchy Approval
In the years that followed, only the Order of the Sacred Rose operated the Repressor. This sparked murmurs of discontent among other Ecclesiarchal orders, who viewed its exclusive use as either unjust or doctrinally impure. Tensions culminated at the 291st Synod Prioris Terra, which ruled that the use of the Repressor during the Avignor Uprising was by the will of the God-Emperor Himself. It was thus decreed that the Repressor would henceforth be recognized as an official war vehicle for all Militant Orders of the Adepta Sororitas.
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Combat Characteristics
The Repressor fielded by the Sisters is not designed for direct frontline combat, but is optimized for military operations in urban environments. The vehicle can transport up to ten Battle-Sisters, with six of them able to fire their Bolters from interior firing slits. Additional weapons such as a Heavy Bolter or Multi-Melta may be fired from the top hatch, though only when the vehicle is stationary.
Its main armament consists of a Storm Bolter mounted in the forward cupola and a Heavy Flamer on a pintle mount. All variants are equipped with a dozer blade, allowing the vehicle to plow through barricades and debris obstructing its path.
The Repressor can also be fitted with a range of optional upgrades, including:
Holy Icon
Blessed Ammunition for the Storm Bolter
Holy Promethium for the Heavy Flamer
Hunter-Killer Missile Launcher
Laud Hailers
Searchlights
Additional Armor Plating
Smoke Launchers
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User Units & Factions
Adeptus Arbites
Used for riot control, anti-insurgency operations, and transport in red zones.
Adepta Sororitas
Adopted by all Militant Orders as transport vehicles for urban missions.
Ordo Hereticus
Employs the Repressor as transport during inquisitorial investigations and operations.
Order of the Sacred Rose
First users of the Repressor in armed conflict, including the Avignor Uprising and the defense of the cardinal world Valedor against the Tyranid Hive Fleet Leviathan.
Order of the Ebon Chalice
Deployed the Repressor during the Battle of the Magdellan Preceptory against the Chaos cult known as the Cult of Balthalamus.
Order of Our Martyred Lady
Involved in the conflict on Kromat II against Chaos forces during the 13th Black Crusade.
Repressor Technical Data
Vehicle Name: Repressor
Primary Armament: Storm Bolter (turret-mounted)
Secondary Armament: Pintle-mounted Heavy Flamer
Forge World of Origin: Dominica II
Known Patterns: I–VIII
Powerplant: Quad MkII Adaptive Thermis Combustion Reactor
Crew: 1 Driver, 1 Gunner
Passenger Capacity: 10
Access Points: 1 rear door, 2 side doors
Firing Ports: 6 gun slits, 1 roof hatch
Gun Traverse: 180 degrees
Elevation Range: -15 to +35 degrees
Primary Ammo: 4,000 rounds
Secondary Ammo: 10 shots
Length: 8.7 meters (including dozer blade)
Width: 4.5 meters
Height: 4.3 meters
Ground Clearance: 0.44 meters
Weight: 33 tons
Maximum Road Speed: 55 km/h
Maximum Off-Road Speed: 35 km/h
Armor Thickness: 60mm (Hull, Roof, Cupola)
Vehicle Designation: Tel: 0120-766-0822-RE 003