Konpeito (Japanise Sweet Sugar)　Today is the nineteenth day.
　Checking the calendar on the wall in the office where he had made his home, Higuruma wondered.

　What should he do with his last days

　He has been in hiding since he and Itadori fought and parted ways.
　Higuruma has stopped fighting.

　Sitting in his office chair, he lights a cigarette.
　Inhaling slowly, he opens his mouth wide to the ceiling.
　A puff of white smoke rises into the air.

　[I remember Itadori.]

　　"I killed them."
　　"This is neither a lie nor a denial."

　Straight, clear eyes that shoot into ours.

　I'm hungry.
　Do you still have an appetite even at a time like this
　People are so ugly.

　Higuruma puts out his cigarette and goes through the desks in his office one by one.
　As he opens several drawers, he finds a piece of kompeito sugar on a desk that seems to belong to a woman.

　He puts one in his mouth.
　It is sweet and delicious.
　The spiked sphere gradually rounds and changes shape in my mouth.

　...Today, I will be deprived of my magic power.
　What will I do with my last days

　He light a new cigarette, get up from my chair, and look out through the blinds.
　He see the ocean and mutter to myself, "Oh, that's nice.

　A cigarette, a lighter, and a kompeito.
　With only three things, Higuruma leaves the office.

　Walking along, he smokes a cigarette, throws away the litter, and pops a piece of kompeito into his mouth and crunches it.

　There are no more people around.
　There is no one to blame.

　After walking for about 15 minutes, I arrived at Tokyo Bay.
　Perhaps it was because there were no more people around, but the sea water seemed cleaner than before.
　Still in my suit, I jumped into the water, feet first.

　He lay on my back and let the buoyancy take care of me.
　The sky is a little dull, and there are some clouds in the sky.
　It's more like me than clear skies.
　Higuruma thinks to himself.

　The body is being carried out to the sea, swaying.

　He are getting sleepy.
　Gently, someone takes his body.

　A gentle hand caresses Higuruma's neck and lifts his chin.
　A face that has visited him several times is reflected in his eyes.
　His name was Kenjaku, I think.

"Higuruma, have you given up"
"Yes, I have. I'm done."
"You're my favorite."
I see. I don't care."

　He look down at him cold stare, watch, tell.

"Let me sleep."
"Yeah, let me sleep."

　Kenjaku cradles Higuruma's dying body and speaks in a gentle voice.

"Even if you die, I will not take you anywhere.
　I will burn you, grind you into powder, and drink you with alcole."

　A strange sense of relief envelops Higuruma.
　Slowly, Higuruma's consciousness sinks into darkness.