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The sprained ankle and wrist were not of interest for Mikoto, at least not at the moment. The cracked ribs were no problem either just like the burns. All he had to do was make sure that the one broken rib wouldn’t accidently puncture Utchi’s lungs once he had taken care of them. The lungs and stomach were his main concern, especially the lungs. He already had a good idea how to solve that little problem and as much as it pained him, it seemed that he had no other choice but to use some of his own cells. Heh, at least now that weird little anomaly and its source would be good for something else than just healing his own body from any injuries.

Running a blood test while he went to get changed, he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or not when he discovered that the samurai and he had the same blood type. Well, at least it saved him from worrying if a sample of his blood might kill the other man.

Performing the surgery on his own was a bit of a challenge, though history had shown that he worked best on his own without any extra hands to distract him. Only problem was that he would have to take care of the supplies and machines himself. Whatever, couldn’t be helped now. He just needed to prepare everything needed beforehand and keep it close-by.

In the end, the surgery lasted 6 hours and 34 minutes. Even if he hadn’t been able to record the whole thing, he had stopped the time. It was quicker than he had calculated it which was good because he was starting to feel tired. The stomach injury had been no problem just as he had thought. The lungs on the other hand… It was a good thing he had the means to heal them otherwise there was no way he would be able use the borrowed machines and be successful.

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The samurai found himself... well, he wasn't entirely sure where he was. It was white everywhere, bright but not blinding. He was standing... in some sort of field, presumably. Those details didn't seem to matter to him anymore. In front of him... Utchi recognized them right away. There was no doubt in his mind. "Jurota! Everyone!" His friends waved to him and gestured for him to join them. He ran hard to meet up with them and was met with hugs and joy. They acted like they had been waiting for him to join them, pleased to welcome him to the other side. Not too far away from them, Utchi saw a face he recognized. If it weren't for that mustache, he would've mistaken him from Daigo. Iwaisumimonosuke. His lord. Despite the happy reunion, his lord... His lord looked sad.

"My lord, I... I am sorry. I am truly sorry." Utchi immediately tried to apologize, the guilt that had weighed on him for a long time surfacing. "You all died because of me-" "Utsusemimaru..." The edo era lord spoke so softly, sounding like he was already so far away even though he stood before him. "You've fought so hard and for so long, suffering through many hardships. You have more than atoned for past mistakes. However, your story isn't over yet. There is someone you swore to protect, isn't there?" Just then, Utchi felt a tugging sensation, wrapping tightly around his chest and pulling on him hard. "We will be here, watching over you and waiting for the day when we can celebrate your great victories."

The whir of the machines was the first thing Utsusemimaru heard as he took his first shuddered gasp for air, his lungs desperately trying to fill once more with air. His eyes snapped wide open, and pain wracked his body over every inch. He yelled and squirmed where he was, just short of screaming as his nerves woke up again. What had happened?! Where was he?!

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TopGaler heard Pteragordon’s cry before Mikoto did, prompting the pterodactyl to fly even faster to get to the dying samurai. Utchi was quickly found once they arrived by the cliff, slumbed over on his side and unmoving. If it weren’t for the wounds, one could’ve easily mistaken the man for simply haven fallen asleep in what looked like an uncomfortable position. But that was besides the point at the moment. Hurrying over to his friend, Mikoto checked for a pulse, any sight of life, though he already guessed that he was too late. Pteragordon’s behaviour was too obvious and not even TopGaler’s presence seemed to calm down the golden colored pterosaur.

"Tch, idiot. Was it really too hard to call me earlier?" Mikoto ran a hand through his hair after checking Utchi’s injuries, deciding that he would need to have a closer look at them before he could do anything else. It would help nobody if he’d managed to get the other back only for him to die again because he hadn’t treated those injuries properly. Taking a deep breath, Mikoto picked the other up and carried him over to Top, so he could fly them back to his house. "You can come too if you promise not to break anything." The doctor told Pteragordon when he climbed onto his own partner’s back, though neither he nor Top waited for an answer as they were already in the air and on their way back to the human’s house only a moment later.

It took them a while before they arrived by the white house on the coast because with their currently fragile guest, Top was told to fly slower, more careful than usual. There then, Mikoto carried Utchi’s body to the second separate entrance to the house’s basement which was close to the beach where they had landed. Walking down the stairs, the lights flickered into life and illuminated the corridor that led to the actual basement under the house and the little lab the doctor had created there for himself and some of his research work. Once there, Utchi’s body was laid down on the already prepared operating table before Mikoto took off his coat and drapped it over the chair by a desk where a stack of paper laid. Said stack of paper was a manual for the strange medical machine he had borrowed together with other equipment from the people that had brought him back to life. But before he could even think of using any of them, he had to take a closer look at the other man’s injuries.

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Pteragordon flew close by to Mikoto and TopGaler, not wanting to be seperated. He wasn't even coming back as a spirit ranger. It was... a complete death. It hurt the golden pteranodon to be seperated from his partner, to have to rely on Mikoto's strange machines to bring him back to life and forced to stay outside, he remained as close as possible to Top. He may not have been calm, but being close to Top made it at least possible for him to have some sense so he wouldn't accidentally break anything.

Down below, the samurai's body looked like it had been through hell. A sprained ankle and wrist, to start. A few cracked ribs, one of them was definitely broken, cuts and bruises just about everywhere, with a few burns from magical fire. These had been the results of his fight, taking on Dogold and Endolf by himself with no suit to protect him. None of these were enough to kill him outright, however. The killing blow was very clear. A long, large gash across his torso marked out what had destroyed part of his stomach and lungs, as though someone had tried very hard to cut him in half. Dogold's final strike had landed.

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The wonderful day with Daigo slowly came to an end, even though Utchi and Daigo did not wish it to be so. However, no matter how much Daigo wanted it to be, no matter how much Utchi wished it to be so, the melody had come to an end. It had been a serge of energy that had brought the samurai back from the dead. Now, he had to pay his dues. His end was long since overdue, despite how much time he had lost from the Deboss plans.

All was quiet as the sun started to set over the ocean and the samurai had picked a perch high up by the edge of a cliff, so he could see it as his body slowly stopped moving the way he wanted it to. Perhaps, this was his age catching up to him, making every movement difficult and painful. It was all he could do to sit and take a comfortable position. Pteragordon knew the inevitable had come and flew in circles, high above, watching over his human companion. Ah, if only he could have lived longer... Well, perhaps he could. It would be a pleasant surprise to Daigo to see him alive again, wouldn't it? He wished to grow old over time and learn more about this beautiful world that he had just started to learn. A text message was sent to the good doctor, the one who claimed he could help. It didn't say much, but Utchi knew that this man would understand his sentiments. It read "You were correct. Please. I want to live." and told him of the location of where to find him.

That was all Utchi managed as he set the mobile back in it's place. Already the wounds he had suffered from his battles resurfaced, killing him over once more. Ah, the sun was nearly gone now beyond the horizon, the sky a crimson hue that nearly washed out the trickle of liquid from his lips. "Pteragordon... I do not know if he still willing to help. I... I wish to thank you, for staying as my partner... You will be sure to get my gifts to my friends, should I not return?... Thank you. This world... It is truly perfect. I am grateful I was able to protect it from harm." Utchi whispered with a nod to himself. The tip of the sun vanished beyond the skyline, and as it did so, the ancient samurai closed his eyes. He did not feel anything as he hit the ground. A screech, high, loud and mournful, echoed over the oceans.