Everyone followed Conan to the attic.
Seeing the scene before them, they naturally understood what had just happened.
And there was no need to explain the source of that tremendous crash.
Ooka Momiji glanced at the edge of the shattered window.
Then, with a trace of concern in her voice, she asked, "He won't die, will he?"
"Of course not!"
Sonoko crossed her arms confidently. "When has Senior ever killed someone when he made a move?"
As she spoke, she turned to Ran. "I'm right, aren't I, Ran?"
"That's true..."
Ran thought hard and nodded. "Senior's attacks are a little heavy, but he really hasn't caused any deaths."
Then she hesitated and added quietly, "It's just... he might have to lie in the hospital for a few months?"
"I have plenty of restraint when I fight, okay?"
Fujino was speechless for a moment. "That hit only knocked him out. Even if he's injured, it's because he fell from the attic..."
He even calculated it. "More than six meters high. At most, he probably broke a rib or an arm or leg, right?"
"Only that much?"
Ooka Momiji pinched her small chin. "I thought I'd have to help this time. Looks like I won't..."
"Put away your divine powers, Lady Momiji."
Fujino gave an awkward laugh and teased her. "Under normal circumstances, I only strike back in self-defense against criminals holding weapons. A single blow wouldn't be ruled excessive self-defense. Even if I killed someone, I wouldn't be held responsible. At worst, it'd just be a little troublesome..."
She could not help asking curiously, "What if they don't have a weapon?"
"Then give the criminal a weapon."
Conan quietly complained from the side, "Fujino carries a whole pile of daggers with him. Beating someone up while tossing daggers around is standard