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The ground trembled furiously. Earthquakes continued to each other. The land cried of pain.

All around him was in ruins. He could look at the damage caused by the battle that had just happened just a few moments before. Kanda was prostrate on the floor, struggling to maintain consciousness.
If the place where they had developed their fight against that big Noah was shattered, it was nothing compared to the state of his own body, full of wounds. The damage had been received was so serious that even his new uniform, supposedly improved by Komui and his scientific team, was shattered.
Every inch of his body appeared to be screaming in pain.
The young Japanese attempt to get up, but it was useless. I felt like every one of his muscles would be broken for the effort so he chose to remain lying down.

It was humiliating. Never, in all his life, he had felt extremely ashamed of himself.
Not only had cost him a tremendous effort to won Skin, but during the fight, he had to make use of his tattoo's power on several occasions, shortening his life expectancy. And to cap it all, Mugen was shattered.
That could well mean the end of his life as warrior.

Although that he did not care. Sooner or later someone will replace his post as exorcist in this war. He had already fulfilled its mission. With Skin's life finished, there was no threat to his teacher (at least for now). Furthermore, although not intentionally, he had given an opportunity to go forward to the rest of their peers.

Kanda was surprised when he discovered that he was thinking about this bunch of useless that he had been escorted to the ark. Kanda had nothing against Lenalee, guilty of indirect who were in this situation. What he did not so much grace was the company that troublemaker of Lavi and the beansprout.
That might be expected for a couple of kids?
If instead of him, they would have fought Skin, they would have die instantly.
Luckily he was the one left behind. The losses have been minimal.
It's easier to replace an exorcist than two, and more  if one of them was proclaimed the "Destroyer of Time," what it wants to mean.

Another tremor forced Kanda to open his eyes. Strangely, the latter had been milder than the previous ones.

Kanda used all his strength to look around him again. Despite the fact that the place was destroyed, it did not appear to be on the verge of disappearing, as predicted that Noah with wavy hair.
Although this change of events was surprising, he didn't give too much importance to it.

Actually, nothing mattered to him anymore.

In his fight against Skin he had used too much life, and now the circle of his tattoo was about to close, finishing with it forever.
He did not want this end, he rejected it with all his soul.
Still it was too early for him. Still could not surrender to the call of sudden death! He could not!

The anguish overwhelmed him. He could not deny the cruel reality. The curse that he had been kept him alive all this time, and that had helped him to continue with his life as exorcist, would now going to snatch their most valuable thing.

The fatigue was accumulating in his body. He noted another earthquake, but he was not able to hear it.
It was then that he realized that he had, slowly, lost the ability to perceive things with his senses. He was not even able to distinguish what he had in front of him. His vision was blurred.

Without knowing why, the faces of his companions came to his mind again. Would  have they succeeded in reaching the exit of the ark? If that pair have died, Kanda will never forgive them. He will go to other world to give them their deserved punishment, for making his sacrifice to be in vain
Kanda smiled at the image of Lavi and Allen being tortured by him.
Surely they would be fine. This is what happens to cockroaches: they are difficult to kill.
He wished that they would have left unharmed of this, and now the beansprout will learn once and for all that, in war, the sacrifices are necessary.

And, in this case, and in spite of him, it was his turn to be the sacrificed one.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Accepting defeat, for the first and last time in his life.
A hot liquid toured his face while his breathing was increasingly undermined. The pain disappeared from his body.

The time had come.