Basically, the very name N.H.K. should reveal the reality of the organization. N.H.K. stands for “Nippon Housou Kyoukai”,

N.H.K., N.H.K., N.H.K…. I kept mumbling these three letters to myself, over and over again.

N stands for Nippon. If that's so, then H must be…

I understood! It was all so simple! The mystery was finally solved. I had discovered the truth behind everything. H stood for Hikikomori! In other words, N.H.K. represented “Nippon Hikikomori Kyoukai”! ***

My battle began that day.

While I was tripping on hallucinogens, I failed to realize that the reason my apartment door wouldn't open was due to nothing more than the fact that I had locked it. That was just the tiniest of issues at hand, though.

No matter what, I have to fight it out. Until the day I have defeated the N.H.K., I must fight it out bravely. I absolutely will not lose.

Though sometimes, I do want to die…

Chapter 02. Jihad

Part One

Several months after the night I'd decided to fight the N.H.K., I looked out the apartment window at the neighborhood park across the street. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom—a cheerful, endlessly beautiful scene.

However, no victory was in view. I saw no sign that I would win this battle.

For starters, I didn't know where my enemy was hiding.

I thought maybe I should blow up the N.H.K. headquarters.

No, if I did something like that, I'd just be shot and killed by the police.

I rejected that plan.

Most important, I knew my enemy was the N.H.K. I had to believe this—or at least pretend that I believed it. That had to be it. I needed to refrain from making any careless moves.