It was the end of the battle… you stood there over shigarakis dead body…. The scums blood on your body… your hands and face…. You zoned out just standing there… realising you had fondly taken the life of the person that had wronged so many.. that had wronged you… you unconsciously no longer listen to your surroundings… all you can here is a TV style ringing in your ears…

Meanwhile the pros, your classmates and even your mentor stood around and began screaming and calling out to you… wondering what you had done and why you snapped….

You just stand unresponsive as small bursts of images pop into your vision the gore of it all finally getting to you