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“Muta Kokichi’s log number 32: Geto and that… thing he keeps as company should be here soon. I can't say I’m not nervous, no matter how many backup plans I have in place. Facing special grades is always something that makes me nervous, even if they were on my side. Best case scenario, Absolute works, and I kill Geto and the curse before running out of cursed energy, Worst case they find the tool I have. Well, here goes nothing, set my final message to be broadcast across all units in case I fail, Miwa, lets talk again after this is all set and done…”
It was dark for the young sorcerer, the last thing he remembered was his hand moving just slightly too slow to stop Mahito from using his technique. When that cold hand slapped against his flesh he could feel it. He could feel it all again, his skin tearing itself apart, muscles unraveling like twine. The last thing he saw was that monster walking away, as the face plate of his grand creation fell down crushing him into a paste.
But now it was just dark.
All of a sudden, something comes back to Kokichi, he hears metal groaning, he feels the destroyed concrete under him. One by one his senses come back to him. As his body is forcefully reformed, as his soul is forced back into his body into the shape it was before. The ground under his limp body stuck to him like sand, tiny bits of pulverized concrete working their way in every small crevice of his skin. It felt like a hundred tiny needles poking into his flesh, like moonlight did to his old broken body, once upon a time.
Kokichi simply laid there for a minute, refusing to think his back up plan had worked. He wanted to, but he simply couldn't deny reality for long, the start of Geto's grand ritual had brought him back. He had been reincarnated into his own body using a cursed tool infused with part of his soul that he consumed.
Kokichi moves to push the metal rubble of Absolute Mechamaru off of him to little effect. For a single moment, a dark thought strikes the young sorcerer's mind ‘There's no way I forgot to account for something so dumb, am I going to die here again?’ But just as quickly as that thought entered his mind, he remembers he could simply reinforce his own body with cursed energy to gain strength. He had never done it before, as what would have been the point with his broken body.
Kokichi floods his improved body with cursed energy and he tries to push Absolute Mechamaru’s head off of him only to fling it into the nearby woods at high speed. He stares at the dust cloud for a moment before muttering to himself, “Hm, I’m going to need to get used to doing that, with my cursed energy behaving like this.”
Kokichi attempts to get to his feet, stumbling over his own feet as his joints creak from rigor mortis. Once he gets a solid stance he starts swinging his limbs around a bit in an attempt to shake off the stiffness. A slight smile spread across his face as he simply couldn't remember the last time he stretched without any pain. Kokichi looks back to the dam and starts to head back to his workshop and home, or what was left of it anyway.
The state of the place was chaotic to say the least with all the damage Mahito and Absolute Mechamaru did to the place. Yet it was somehow intact, that's all he really cared about. Rubble is shoved to the side and cables are pushed across the floor until Kokichi finds what he’s looking for. A barely visible, hand shaped imprint in the wall. He reaches his hand up and places it against the slot, it fits perfectly as he feeds the system cursed energy.
The wall opens up revealing thick blast doors leading to a secret room. Computer parts and tools scatter the hidden lab as Kokichi tries not to look at the medicated tub he spent so long in. Instead drawing his attention to a large iron locker in the back of the room, pressing a button as it starts to open up.
The locker lined with a dark metal opens up slowly. A sharp hissing sound is heard as nitrogen gas rushes out of it. A simple measure to prevent any form of rusting. Standing inside of the locker, is another of the Mechamaru dolls. Strong, durable, and agile just like the Ultimate Mechamaru puppet he sent to the exchange event. But this one was different from just a simple puppet.
After a moment the dark brown plates of the doll open up, revealing an interior space just large enough for Kokichi. He steps in without hesitation and the Ultimate Mechamaru closes around him. A fresh clean Kyoto school uniform being placed on the doll by a set of mechanical arms. He looks down at the hands of the Ultimate Mechamaru doll he was in, flexing his and its fingers, the feeling of seeing it being strangely comfortable.
Light metallic clanks echo across the ruins of the lab, as Kokichi slowly walks out of the secret room and towards the exit of his base. Thinking of his next action, All he knew was that Geto had started some sort of death game between sorcerers in certain areas of Japan. Along with that, there are old sorcerers from previous eras in this game. Kokichi has to find a way to put an end to the culling game. the longer it went on the more innocents died. And only gods know what became of his friends at this point.
Kokichi steps out of the lab into the morning sun, he instinctively motions to cover himself before remembering he doesn't need to worry about such trivial things anymore. Old habits die hard. He looks at a massive black pillar in the distance for a second before a simple few words slip from his mouth “Please be out there, Miwa.”