The body of the split Pinch was swept away into the deep sea.
Simon, who was watching this expressionlessly, suddenly covered his mouth. '...
Ugh, my breath!'
[Run, boy! Pour the pitch-black energy into the great sword and keep firing!]
Nodding, Simon turned the great sword towards the sea and his body towards the surface.
In that state, he fired short, precise strikes, and Simon's body was pushed forward. 'Ha, I'm at my limit!'
Extreme exhaustion and lack of oxygen were about to make him lose his sanity.
He bit his lips until they bled, barely keeping his mind intact.
Somehow, he had made it to a place where he could see the ship.
Now, he was just a step away from the bottom of the ship.
Click! Click!
A hissing sound came from the tip of the great sword.
He had exhausted all the pitch-black energy.
Just as Simon's sanity, which had crossed the limit several times, was about to collapse, a splash! He saw Shun swimming towards him from the sea.
'Shun...!'
Simon and Shun reached out their arms towards each other.
This time, they did not make a mistake.
They firmly grasped each other's hands, and in that moment, Simon's consciousness faded away.
Splash!
Gasp! Ha!
In the violently churning sea, Shun and the unconscious Simon surfaced.
"Catch this!"