While the Boukengers were doing what they were about to do, Verne and Satoru have entered what looked like a training area. Here, the two can put their abilities to the test.

"Funny you think we should do this, though." Verne remarked, "I mean, with our friends taking care of that problem."

"I'm sure Mr. Voice knows what he's doing." Satoru assured him.

"Right. Sure." Verne didn't seem to be so sure about that.

Satoru then decided to ask: "What is it with you and Mr. Voice anyway?"

Verne shrugged: "Never mind that. Let's get this over with!"

"As you wish." Satoru said, after which he took out his Accellular and did his pose, "Boukenger! Start up!"

Once he had become Boukenred, Verne wondered: "Er... what did you just do? Why did you say 'start up', or did all those... moves for?"

"Don't ask, just act!" Boukenred replied, as he swayed his staff, albeit with some difficulty, given his injury.

"Fine." Verne sighed, as he turned his own button to change into Boukemerald, and raised his shield to fight.

As they were fighting, Vlad was having his demonstration, inside the church, where he showed that he can replace a cup without even touching it. Everyone was amazed at the sight of that.

"And that's not all." he added, after which he showed some pictures of himself, or rather drawings, which are obviously many years old, yet everyone recognized the man in the drawings as the man that stood before them.

"Is that you're ancestor?" somebody among the crowd asked.

"No." Vlad replied, "It is me."

"You're lying." somebody else shouted.

"No, I'm not." Vlad replied, calmly, "I even remember posing for this drawing. This was made hundreds of years ago."

"So you're immortal?" somebody else asked him.

"You don't just have to take my word for it." Vlad answered, as he looked around, and saw a kid in a wheelchair, "You there, come over here."

Reluctantly, the kid came forward. All Vlad did was take a knife, cut his finger, which shocked the people a little, but then he gave it to the kid, and in a matter of seconds the kid could walk again.

"I want to be part of this thing right away!" the kid's mother was instantly sold.

"Stop!" somebody exclaimed, "It's all a big lie!"

Everybody turned to look at the Boukengers, entering the church.

"Ah, Boukengers." Vlad said, "Lovely of you to join us."

"Cut the act!" Masumi shouted.

"You're just manipulating these people!" Eiji added, "Promise them nothing but good, but turning them into slaves instead."

That's when the mother started to cry. Natsuki, who saw this, approached the mother and asked: "Are you alright?"

"P... please, tell me you're lying." she begged.

"What?" all of the Boukengers couldn't understand her reaction.

"He just healed my boy, and you dare to say he's bad?!" the mother further whined.

It didn't take long before everyone else in the church began to agree.

"Indeed." Vlad exploited this, "They are jealous, because they have nobody to follow them."

"That's a lie!" Sakura shouted, "We do everything to protect these people!"

"And yet you'd talk there wish of immortality out of them?" Vlad questioned, "How can you say you're protecting them?"

"Liars!" the healed kid started to call them, "You must stop lying!"

"And they will." Vlad assured everyone, as he took five stakes out of his bag, "And we'll give them the proper punishment."

It didn't take long before the crowd started to surround them.

"What should we do?" Souta wondered, "We can't hurt innocent people."

"And even if we could, it would only prove them right." Masumi realized.

"What are Natsuki-tachi to do?" Natsuki cried.

"There's only one man we should hurt." Sakura decided, after which she used her grappler-hook to swing herself over the crowd and towards Vlad.

"Sounds good to me." Eiji agreed as he did the same, followed by the other three.

"Perhaps if we hurt him, he'll instinctively change into his monstrous form, so everyone will see who he really is." Eiji added.

"Sounds like a plan." Masumi replied, "Let's get to it."

Unfortunately, the healed kid suddenly jumped in between Vlad and the Boukengers, just as they were about to strike Vlad. In doing so, the kid got hit instead. As he began crying, it only fed the fire that heated up the whole crowd.

"You... you would hurt a child!" somebody else in the crowd shouted.

"Unforgivable!" somebody else shouted.

"Isn't that something WE ususally shout?" Souta wondered.

Much time to think about this was something the Boukengers didn't have, as the crowd tried to attack them again.