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Makoto looked on in horror because there was nothing he could do. He hadn't known what to expect when Leon was dragged away from the trial grounds, but this was beyond what he could have imagined. The pitching machine had launched what seemed like hundreds of baseballs, all flying at ludicrous speeds, and there was nothing Leon could do to stop it. He didn't know how many Leon had felt before he finally died, but from the look on Monokuma's face, he had felt every last one of them and only died whenever the last one hit.

All Makoto could do is ask himself why their captor would do something like that. To scare them? To make them panic? If that was it, then they had succeeded. Makoto wasn't sure just how much longer he could stay standing, after what he'd just witnessed, he didn't want to do anything except scream. But he couldn't scream, because he couldn't move. All he could do was stand there dumbfounded. It was insane. And there was nothing he could do.