Panting heavily, Kenjirou fell to his knees. His body was shaking uncontrollably.
As the veins pulled back into his body, his sense of feelings once again faded away.
He could not feel anything, yet he could not move. He was exhausted.
"No... no... no..." He mumbled as he stared into the dark skies.
Having finally regained control of himself, the pieces of his broken mind slowly came back together.
"What have I done?"
He looked around to see himself surrounded by the corpses of the monsters he ripped up.
A feeling of utter despair swelled inside him, a terrible pain of guilt and remorse ate at him as he nearly broke down into tears.
But quickly, he pulled himself together.
"It is not time for that. The girl..." He turned towards the body of the unconscious Ryuuko.
She was still sleeping soundly, her face so peaceful.
"She is safe." The thought brought him solace, washing away the feeling of self-hatred.
At the very least, he had been able to protect her. He gave a weak sigh of relief, as he could feel his consciousness slipping away.
"Not yet!" Vigorously, he shook his head and forced himself awake. He can't let go just yet, they still have a job to do.
Barely clinging on, he struggle to pull himself up and turned toward his two friends.
The fighting has finally stopped but he must do something.
Before it is too late, he must stop them.
Takuya and Juntaro was standing in a pool of blood, piles of corpses littered the ground around them.
"Ha... ha... The sound... finally..." Takuya struggled to breathe, yet his hands still firmly gripped his weapon. "I feel amazing..."
His body was in unimaginable pain and he was exhausted, but he was still wrapped in the thrill of battle.
A sense of pleasure he never felt before hung over him. He wanted more. He must have more.
"Yes, all this power. I can't believe it." Juntaro replied, staring at his trembling hands. "I've never felt anything like it. I still feel like I could keep going. I want to keep going."
The two suddenly turned to each other.
"You know, Takuya, despite being your senior, you've never once shown me proper respect." Juntaro said with a sly grin, the drones slowly coiling around his arms.
"And that really pisses me off."
"Really? Well, that's because you're an asshole and I've never liked you." Takuya smirked as he twirled his weapon in his hands.
"So, what are you going to do about it, Mitsuhide-senpai?"
The two charged at each other with weapons drawn but, in a flash, Kenjirou appeared.
Grabbing their heads, he slammed them onto the ground with great force.
The sudden impact immediately knocked them out.
The veins retreated from their bodies as they returned to normal. Juntaro's body faded away back into the phone.
Letting out a weary breath of relief, Kenjirou carefully picked them up and carried them away.
He placed the phone in his pocket and threw Takuya on to his shoulder along with Ryuuko.
Slowly, he stumbled his way towards the door.
Weakly, he grabbed the handle and swung it open, its light enveloped him as he fell through it and landed on the hard pavement of a sidewalk.
The sound of cars and bustling people filled his ears as he finally lost consciousness.