Itadaki slowly turned to the electric-powered youth, seemingly not understanding what Kura meant by his words. For a few moments, silence dominated the corridor. Arold arrived during that silence. More footsteps were heard—it was the director arriving with Aki and Ali. Once they were all there, the man accused of being the assassin immediately spoke:
— What do you mean, Kura? What are you talking about?
He said this very calmly and serenely, which only made the protagonist even angrier. Arold shouted back at Itadaki's question, his veins bulging with the hatred he was feeling:
— What do you mean, "what am I talking about"?! Are you stupid or just pretending?
He was practically charging at Itadaki. Naturally, his younger brother held him back easily, given Kura's size, preventing him from attacking the man who was playing dumb. Then, the huge director stepped forward a bit and loudly addressed everyone there:
— That's exactly what you heard. He is the assassin we've been searching for. We have footage showing his face—specifically before he entered the shower. And to think that taking a shower would get you into this mess…
Aki was practically knocked off his feet by this revelation; he was in immense shock and shouted to his friend:
"Is this true, Itadaki? Did you really do all of this?"
Silence lasted for another three seconds, until a sinister laugh escaped from the being's mouth. He put his right hand over his face, trying to hide his expression of pure mockery:
— Yes… I, Itadaki, committed all the murders. You figured it out because of the arm, right?
The director, with a strange look on his face, simply nodded, thinking to himself, "For a damn scoundrel, he's pretty smart to cover up the mess he made." This made the strange-armed being laugh even louder while he began tearing the clothes off that arm, revealing it completely.
— I guess I don't need to hide this anymore, right? Will you recognize this mark on my arm?!
Once he finished tearing the clothes, the mark was fully revealed, along with another that clearly showed that the arm did not belong to that body but was instead grafted on. The prominent mark shocked Arold. He finally remembered where he had seen it before and turned pale as he spoke with a trembling voice:
— Th-this mark… It…
He released Kura as he said this, drawing everyone's attention, their eyes fixed on the being and on Arold.
— That mark belongs to the Miraijins… it's the birthmark of their warrior clan. But it makes no sense for it to be here—they were wiped out over two hundred years ago!
The Miraijin smiled widely. He snapped his fingers with his right hand and spoke in his incredibly mocking and threatening tone:
— Touché, my dear friend. But… have you heard of Project Unsterbleach?
This surprised both the director and the student. The director clenched his fists and teeth, furrowed his brows, and stared intently at the "face" of the being in front of him as he said:
— Don't tell me… you're the…
The man's smile grew wider, showing all his teeth, and he let out more terrifying laughter as he spoke:
— Exactly, I am the immortal being, the perfect being… Dtùschar!
He spread his arms arrogantly. The director drew his baton, pointed it at the being, and said in a somewhat irritated and incredulous voice:
— That's impossible. On the very day the Miraijins were wiped out, your body was destroyed by the army's ancient hero, "The Purple of Death." Your entire body was incinerated to nothing—
The immortal being raised his right arm, still laughing ironically, as if saying "How foolish you are," while staring the director right in the eyes with a piercing, murderous gaze.
— My entire body, except this arm. I was also lucky enough to find this boy during his mission—the boy's body is a perfect vessel—
His words were cut off as Kura charged full force at the immortal demon, using lightning speed to land a powerful punch right in the center of his chest, passing through his body, and throwing him to the end of the corridor. The enemy's blood splattered along the path. The immortal crashed abruptly into the wall, cracking it and breaking several bones from the impact.
— I don't give a damn about your story, I'm going to beat your face until it's all disfigured, you son of a bitch!
Arold rushed to his brother's side, deeply worried about his friend's condition, uncertain if Itadaki had survived such a blow to the chest. He held his older brother back, speaking in a desperate and concerned tone:
— Brother, don't throw a hit like that. It's still Itadaki's body—you don't know if he'll live after that blow!
Their enemy got up. The hole in his chest and broken bones regenerated, returning to perfect condition as if no wound had been inflicted. He spoke irritably and loudly:
— Of course this boy won't die. I can't use a dead body as my vessel!
The Miraijin charged vigorously at the youths, aiming to strike a strong blow to the electric boy's head. The immediate response from the boy was to deliver a powerful electric strike to his chest, which launched the Miraijin far away and temporarily immobilized him on the ground.
The explosion boy grabbed the sword at Ali's waist and quickly charged the fallen man while the director shouted to a nearby soldier:
— Call the Lächelnd squad reinforcements—they're probably nearby!
The soldier ran desperately to the command room to make the call. Arold advanced on the Miraijin, focusing explosive material on the sword's blade, swinging it with his left hand over his right shoulder, rotating his hips, and opening his stance for the attack. He brought the deadly blade down at full speed on his enemy's torso, aiming exactly at the joint where the arm was attached to Itadaki's body, saying:
— If I cut your arm off, it'll probably save Itadaki from your grasp!
The immortal tried to dodge, but Arold landed the sword strike first. The cut caused a massive explosion that destroyed the building up to the third floor, from top to bottom. A thick smoke rose from the force of the attack, frightening everyone there, including his brother. It was impossible to tell whether the villain was finished or not by such a powerful, energy-filled attack.
"Did Arold succeed or fail?" That was the question everyone was thinking, watching the smoke slowly stop rising.