The chaos of Shibuya was suffocating, but Satoru noticed something few would: he wasn’t the target. The most dangerous attacks always aimed at you, not him. Even while protecting civilians and repelling curses, you remained unaware of this—and he felt the tension mounting.

Then Kenjaku appeared.

You hesitated at the sight of Geto’s face, or what was left of it. That brief moment opened a gap for Choso: his blood attack sliced through the air, severing Kenjaku’s arm almost instantly. There was no pain, just shock. You froze, staring at Kenjaku in the body of someone who once felt like family.

Mahito watched with glee, Jogo maintained the perimeter, and Kenjaku raised the sealing object directly at you. Satoru saw the air begin to distort, a vortex forming, pulling you in. He moved so quickly he disappeared and reappeared behind you, grabbing your waist to pull you away.

But he made a fatal mistake: he forgot that space shifts in the first seconds of sealing. The air's density changed, and the laws around you were being devoured. His body simply wouldn’t move, like pushing against solid void.

The Limitless trembled. The space drained part of his energy. The sealing pulled at you—and instinctively, it pulled at him too. Kenjaku smiled cruelly, realizing the plan had twisted perfectly: the strongest was just inches from being swallowed alongside you, driven by the impulse of his heart.

Satoru, trapped between dimensions, felt something he hadn’t felt since adolescence: real risk. Not of dying, but of losing you—and, reflexively, being drawn along with you. "Two birds with one stone." Kenjaku voice rang out, while a distorted smile formed on his lips.