"It's fake! It's all fake!"
"You can't fool me!"
Kenjaku roared. The horrifying scene before him had dealt a devastating blow to his understanding of the world.
Madness filled his eyes, and his trembling right hand instinctively reached for his forehead.
He intended to undo the stitches across his forehead one by one, proving to the impostors around him that he was the real Kenjaku.
"No!"
"Undoing the stitches would put me at too much of a disadvantage in a fight."
"I must be insane to handicap myself in a situation this dangerous!"
Amid the rapidly spreading madness and confusion, the mental fortitude of a thousand-year-old schemer kept Kenjaku from losing every last shred of reason.
The fear of imminent death mingled with what little reason he had left.
It instinctively brought back memories of the Fetal Drowning Incident he had carried out with Mahito.
That demon who could impersonate others and had even fooled him.
"That's right. Junpei Yoshino's mother was one of you in disguise, too."
"You're all fake!"
Kenjaku's face flushed red, veins bulging as he lost his composure and shouted.
Having found a flaw, he desperately suppressed the horror and fear inside him, trying to calm himself down.
But the next second-
"What a load of babble. What the hell are you talking about?"
A girl in an elegant kimono frowned, holding a blue watering can in her pale right hand.
She angrily hurled the watering can into the bushes strewn with broken boards, then quickly closed the top of her skull with both hands.
"We told you to impersonate Kenjaku here and give him a good scare when he showed up."
"Instead, you suddenly went crazy. What are you doing?"
The viciousness in Kenjaku's eyes abruptly froze. His already muddled mind grew even more pained