That's why, Nanami Kento regrets it deeply now.
They should have retreated.
After all, the enemy they encountered this time was just too powerful.
"Don't look at me like that, Nanami-kun."
The monk-like man looked down at the fallen Nanami Kento, with a nonchalant smile on his face, speaking quite amicably.
"Even if you keep staring, the outcome won't change, you know?"
Upon hearing this, Nanami Kento wanted to get up, but couldn't.
His body was covered in wounds, and one hand had been severed, lying nearby, being gnawed by a beast-shaped Curse Spirit.
Meanwhile, an overwhelming force of gravity was acting upon him, making it difficult for the battered and one-handed Nanami Kento to even move.
"Are you... really Geto Suguru?"
Nanami Kento could only speak with difficulty, eyes fixated on the familiar man before him through his shattered glasses, seemingly trying to find any signs of disguise.
