Oh wow, talking about that ending gets me all sorts of mixed up. So, we follow Shuya Nanahara and his wild bunch, the 'Wild Seven,' on their mission to attack the 'big kids' playground'—the adult world's capital. The whole thing builds to this insane, fiery crescendo at the memorial tower. It's a total bloodbath; they're charging in, and you just see the cast getting whittled down one by one in this chaotic, almost anti-climactic way because the focus shifts hard. The real gut-punch isn't the spectacle, but the quiet aftermath.
It cuts to Shogo Kawada, the winner from the first book, watching a news report in a bar. The screen shows a single, blurry survivor stumbling away from the wreckage. Shogo squints and mutters 'Nanahara...?' That's it. No confirmation, no reunion, just this haunting question mark hanging over everything. The requiem in the title feels earned—it's a mournful, ambiguous echo, not a victory fanfare. All that revolutionary fury just dissolves into static and speculation. I finished the last page and just stared at the wall for a good ten minutes.