Bro... this thing was way more powerful than technology and ruthlessness!
"...Huh?"
Komatsu seemed stunned as he looked at the half-broken knife tip lying quietly beside his feet.
"Nani?" "..."
And it wasn't just him. Even Toriko and Zebra, who was sitting on a plastic chair at the street stall, had visibly changed expressions. If they had to be described, they were looks of surprise, shock, and concern.
"Knife... knife... knife..."
Komatsu seemed to snap back to his senses at that moment, babbling incoherently. "How could the knife..."
"Komatsu, calm down first."
Toriko immediately tried to comfort him. "Your knife was probably broken by those Nitolo earlier. That armor thing blocked the damage they dealt to your body, but your kitchen knife probably wasn't within its protection range. Uh, anyway, it's good that you're okay..."
"My kniiiiife!!!"
Before he could finish, Komatsu was completely swallowed by pain and grief.
With a thud, Komatsu dropped to his knees. He held the broken knife tip in both hands as tears burst forth like a breached dam, looking even more dramatic than the Salamander Sphinx from before. "Sob... my kitchen knife... my most precious treasure!!!"
"This..."
For a moment, Toriko had no idea how to comfort him and could only scratch his head awkwardly.
"Mr. Toriko, sob..."
At that moment, Komatsu looked up, his face covered in tears and snot. Choking back sobs, he said, "My... my knife..."
"Boohoohoo, my knife exploded."
Before he could finish, Fang Mo's shameless fake sobbing came from beside him.
The atmosphere had genuinely been rather sad, but after Fang Mo started crying, it somehow became strange. It was hard to say whether it was funny or something else, but everyone—including Komatsu, Toriko, and even Zebra—turned to look at him.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
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