A faint smile curled at the corner of Ai Haibara's lips. She found it a little funny.
He had looked so cool just moments ago...
Yet now he was running off to pick up his sword.
When she imagined Fujino clumsily climbing mountains and trees to retrieve his Wooden Sword like a big bear digging for honey, amusement welled up inside her.
It was better not to mention something like that.
Mm, it was enough for her to know.
As for everyone else, forget it.
That was what Ai Haibara thought to herself.
Hattori Heiji, standing nearby, had originally wanted to chime in and tell everyone about it.
But when he thought about what Fujino had just done...
Forget it. That terrifying pressure had been far too frightening.
If he said it out loud and it reached Fujino's ears, would anything good come of it?
He would probably be facing a supersonic Wooden Sword!
Although Fujino's throw had not actually broken the sound barrier and had merely been subsonic—around two to three hundred meters per second—the effect it showed was not much different from supersonic.
After all, when you saw someone capable of throwing something with that kind of effect, the question was no longer whether it had gone supersonic.
The question should be whether that person would throw it at you.
Just thinking about it made Hattori Heiji shudder in fear. If that Wooden Sword had been a steel pipe instead, he would probably have been smashed apart in one hit.
Forget being scattered into pieces—being beaten into dumpling filling would not have been much of a problem either.
Fujino searched for his Wooden Sword for a while before finally spotting it on a cliffside.
Looking at the sword embedded deeply in the rock, he felt a