At 9:50 p.m., Shibuya had almost entirely been reduced to ruins.
And at that very moment, on the ruins of Ukawada Police Station in Shibuya-
Mahito stared at Suguru Geto's face, terror covering his own stitch-riddled features. His lips trembled.
This cursed spirit, guilty of countless atrocities, was finally about to meet his end.
He would be absorbed and become one of the many Cursed Spirit Pokémon.
Mahito writhed pathetically on the ground, crawling away from Suguru Geto.
He thrust his hand into his mouth as though trying to vomit, clinging to the hope that he could pull out more transfigured humans whose souls he had personally reshaped.
But with his cursed technique burned out and his cursed energy exhausted, all that greeted him was Suguru Geto's gaze, as though he were watching a clown.
"Still don't get it?"
Suguru Geto followed Mahito at a leisurely pace and reached out. "You have no way left to fight back..."
Mahito dragged his utterly spent body away from Suguru Geto's hand. He knew perfectly well that he could not let Suguru Geto touch him even once!
Mahito screamed in fear, occasionally throwing stones at Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto frowned. Still struggling... still struggling...
But during that brief moment of distraction, Mahito's head bumped into someone's foot.
"Want me to save you, Mahito?"
Kenjaku walked up to Mahito in a cloned body of Suguru Geto.
Smiling, he looked down at Mahito, mockery and cunning glinting in his eyes.
"Kenjaku..." Hope first appeared in Mahito's eyes as he looked at Kenjaku, then despair.
"It's you?!"
Suguru Geto stared at the body identical to his own and the stitches across its forehead. Memories he had long buried came rushing back to assail him.
"Smallpox..."
"Stop right there, Suguru Geto." Smiling, Kenjaku raised a hand to