Since you put it that way. Ash reached toward the Sentai Gear that was about to stop spinning. Once he took away the Gear, the source of its power, Cal's life would also begin counting down—but just as his hand drew close, Cal's eyes suddenly flew open again, and he thrust out a hand, shoving Ash away!
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If this was a final desperate counterattack, it was far too weak. Besides, Cal should not have had any reason to do anything unnecessary at this point. With that thought in mind, Ash flipped himself upright and looked over—only for him to be the one stunned first.
Amid even fiercer showers of sparks, a hand that had pierced through Cal's chest from behind tightly gripped his Gear in its palm. Behind Cal, whose worsening injuries had left blood pouring from all seven orifices like a demon, the attacker's true face was revealed... It was Ash's own face.
"Light!" Alarm bells immediately rang in Ash's mind, and he truly felt troubled now. "Hisutimu sent you to reclaim the power this quickly? You people are awfully impatient. Have you abandoned the main battlefield already... No, wait!"
As mentioned before, Ash had left a fairly deep impression on himself of Light, who was said to have inherited all of his beautiful memories and always wore the expression of a saint, as though permanently in Sage Mode. But the expression on this guy wearing his face had nothing to do with a saint—meaning!
"You're—Dust!!?"
As the one who had personally defeated him, Ash did not want to acknowledge that possibility. But as the saying went, once all impossibilities had been eliminated, whatever remained, no matter how improbable, had to be the truth.
"Hehehe..." Dust firmly held the Gear in his hand. Rather than speaking, he looked