I woke up lousily just like any other day, and decided to go to college. Today was the day a billionaire would die by my hand.
The first thing I wanted to experiment was whether I could write a name on the death note and burn it. Would the death mentioned on that page still occur?
I tore the page out of the book where I had written Kisaya Tatsu's name, and burned it.
I attended college as usual, and spent eight long hours hearing things I had known long ago. I came back home and eagerly waited for the news of the death of a billionaire.
Not only would this death entail a large audience, but it would also bring about a huge crisis to Japan's economy. Slowly, the news would spread and investigations would begin.
I expected the news to come rather soon; either way, I had to wait till tomorrow to hear the news through the media. But instead of being worried about writing names and observing the results, I was worried that I could pass away in a moments notice. If I had X amount of days to live because of some random rule the death note follows, then I couldn't even test it. If I wrote a similar time of death for anyone else, they would die after me since it would take them the same amount of time, X days, but only after writing their name. Of course, this only stood to be meaningful if what Ryuk said was true, but it was bugging my mind endlessly. Not that I cared about my life, it was just that I couldn't bear to die for nothing.