Several of them quietly watched as Fujino delivered a crisp kick that caved in a man's chest, then smoothly seized his gun, shot through another man's palm, and somehow produced a Wooden Sword from nowhere before unleashing a brutal beating.
At that moment, there was no surprise on their faces.
If it had been someone else, they might have found it startling—or frightening.
But this was Fujino. They had expected it.
Fujino really was protective of his own. Those guys had called them stinking bitches and said they would send them to meet the King of Hell.
Weren't they just asking to be beaten up?
They were only worried that Fujino might kill someone.
Well, probably not?
After all, this was Fujino...
Unlike the three girls, who were used to such sights, the diving instructor Kimiko Yamaguchi had clearly never seen anything like this before.
It was not until Fujino knocked the blond treasure hunter unconscious with a strike from the Wooden Sword that she finally reminded him timidly:
"Um... Mr. Fujino, I think that person is about to die..."
Fujino turned around and looked in the direction she was pointing. He saw the treasure hunter he had kicked to the ground, his head wrapped in a bandana, with blood pouring from his chest. His face had turned deathly pale, and blood streamed from his nose and mouth.
Although he had already passed out, his entire body looked utterly limp. Even a diving instructor who knew little about medicine could tell that he was not going to make it.
"Don't worry. He won't die."
Fujino waved a hand. He had held back just now and had not meant to kill him.
Otherwise, that kick would have punched a bloody hole straight through his body.
That would have been a bit