So many magis had gathered in matter of seconds in the junkyard. Komei himself, the kid, the metal man, the shinigami, the soldier and counting with Junko, who had a uncouth tendency to spy from afar, reason why Komei never got along with him despite working in the same city for a long time, they went up to six.

"Not enough."

The voice was right, the chances weren't enough. When a dice is rolled fate dictates that a number from 1 to 6 must come, so no matter how many time the dice was thrown and rolled, any number superior to six is nonexistent and thus they equal to zero. A masterfully logical reason of why the seventh magical boy to appear was bound to regress back and reset the numbers to an original pool. As time is divided in multiples of 6, 24 hours, 60 minutes, 60 seconds, Toshi would only need to count in multiples of 8.64 starting the 1.44 second since the seventh magi appeared from 608.33 (rounded to the closest centime) backwards and once every 1.12 seconds to calculate the moment, between the 70th and 71th tick, that would cause the regression.

Because Toshi was too busy doing the calculations inside his head, he barely payed attention to the words of the people around him, a person cannot preform two mental task of equal difficulty and listening and comprehending the sounds around him were too demanding. He tried to autotomize his motions as much as possible, he dropped his shoulders and head and let the arms fall to a point were he could not feel them, having cut the nervous connection to the arms and now being just dead weights. Komei teleported a meter backwards to let one of the green blobs hit his image and then he feinted through the blobs that were aiming for him and just by swinging the arms like flails he launched back any that tried to attack him.

When komei finished counting, unsurprisingly, nothing happened. But now his whole body felt lighter than usual, the stiffness had disappeared and the armor felt like if it was made of cotton. He finally looked around and to his surprise some moments later the seventh magi got his head cut by the wraith, that wasn't what Komei meant about regression to zero and that nonsensical stuff. Komei jumped immediately to crush the soul gem of the boy, but it was too late, it went into despair and formed a new wraith right in front of the group. The armor was getting heavier again and the soldier stepped forward and said

[quote=soldier]If you want these damn cubes back me up![/quote]

"The cubes are all yours, kids, but the glory shan't"

Komei jumped forward and used himself, one of his ghost, as a platform to impulse himself high in the air and then again another ghost to impulse himself back to the ground to finally teleport on the syringe wraith to punch with all his weight

"WYVERN!"

The punch connected, indeed, but the only thing he had managed was to anger the wraith more than damaging it, so Komei teleported and jumped back to the group and extending one arm to them he said

"Who's up for a ride?"