After the battle with Utah and a huge explosion due to the fact that two negative energies were hitting each other. Geto was with his arm torn off, moaning a little in pain as he walked near the wall. He admitted that he had been defeated and that he was finished. Half of the body on the side of the missing arm was covered in cuts that were quite deep and reached to the meat. Holding onto the stump of his shoulder arm, Geto was walking near the wall, sweating a little, and blood was dripping from him. Suguru sat down near the edge of the street, resting against the wall and making a road of blood in the form of a strip. Geto closes his eyes and sighs knowing that his old best friend Gojo is nearby and is no longer far away looking at his wounded former best friend with a little sadness on his face. Geto holds onto the bloody shoulder where his hand used to be and looks at Gojo, smiling a little.

Geto: - You're late, Satoru.. I didn't expect to run into you. How is my family doing there? Geto speaks a little painfully and with a hoarse voice Satoru: - they all ran away to the last one... you ordered it.

Geto: - Well, yes.. Unlike you, I am a kind person. Didn't you expect me to kill the guys when I sent them here? I hoped that they would provoke-

Geto did not have time to finish as Satoru interrupted him

Satoru: - I just trusted you. You're still a principle person. He hardly killed young magicians for nothing. Gojo's blue eyes glittered a little and examined Geto's prostrate body from a distance

Geto: - did you trust me? .. Memories and joyful moments from the past flashed through Geto's head

Geto: - I didn't expect that..... That you still have a measure in me. Minutes of silence passed and Gojo walked up to the torn Geto and squatted down , looking into the face of the seated former closest comrade , he slowly said

Gojo: - You have.. what should I say finally? .. Bright Blue-blue eyes did not take their eyes off the dying Sugura