My entire life has been nothing but pain and all of it was caused by my incompetence and weakness.

At a very young age, I was the weakest among my peers. In the Angels Academy, I was at the bottom in terms of power.

With that, no one wanted to be associated with me. Not even my parents. I am not mad at them, because I understand in this world power is everything.

That's the reason I am here. This very moment is going to change my life forever. I just need to take the elder's book and I will finally become someone.

But why can't I do it?

Maybe the angel's nature that I was born with is not letting me. But this was what I wanted my whole life. My whole life I was plessing others and giving things up. Can't I just this once take something for myself?

It's been half an hour now. The elders are most likely going to return now, yet I still haven't done anything.

I give up yet again.

I exit the academy and go by the forest.

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"Yo Ryo, what were you doing for so long? Where is the book?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to take it"

My friend is the one who instructed me on what to do and when to do it. This was supposed to help us move from the bottom of the power ranking.

"Why?"

I could see he was in a rage. How could he not? I was useless as always. He did his part by distracting the elders.

"I'm sorry"

I apologized and before I knew it I was on the ground.

He punched me.

Should I run away? Well, I deserve this anyway. Since he is my only friend in my life maybe I should apologize again.

"ARGH"

He starts screaming all of a sudden while starting over me. 

I turn around and see a demon standing behind us. I never saw one this big. 

Since my power is so low I was usually sent to do the tasks that require dealing with low-level demons but this one was definitely not one of them.

What was such demon doing so close to Angels Academy?

My friend already started to run in the other direction while I couldn't move.

In a single second something pierces through my body and I fall to the ground.

Hahaha, this is it huh? Well I'm better off dead anyway.

I wish I could think like that. Even now in my last moments of life I wish I could do something.

I gather all of my energy left and stand up. Not like this. I can't die like this.

"Hm, I was sure that was going to kill you"

There is no way I can beat him, but I can at least gather time for my friend to run away.

Why? Why was I born weak?

Somehow the burst of motivation is enough to make me charge at the demon, but it's useless.

He just brushes me off with his hand.

"Haha, you really are weak"

Those are the last words I hear.