Though he talked tough, when it came to actually fighting, Okita Soji remained quite restrained.
He generally struck people with the flat of his blade and did not truly kill or seriously injure anyone.
Even so, for Okita Soji, whose combat ability ranked first under heaven, dealing with a group of ordinary criminals who had merely practiced kendo was the kind of one-sided slaughter where he could take down however many came at him.
Why first under heaven? Because Kyogoku Makoto was heaven.
"Karasawa, are you..." After kicking away the two people surrounding him, Heiji Hattori confirmed that Conan was still safely hidden where he should be. He turned, about to check on Karasawa, but fell silent the moment he saw the scene over there.
People had likewise fallen all around Karasawa, yet he, empty-handed, was completely unharmed. His clothes did not even seem to have a single tear.
Naturally, Karasawa, carrying the combat-power buff bestowed by heaven, would be perfectly fine.
He even had time to point at Gyokuryu Temple's courtyard wall, signaling Heiji Hattori to go inside first.
"We still can't confirm how many people they have," Karasawa said while running. "We'd better not hold Okita back."
"Hey, I don't think my kendo is that bad, you know." Heiji Hattori, who had also been fighting for quite some time, could not help complaining.
"If we're only talking about competitive matches, you might be able to give Okita a real fight," Karasawa said objectively. "But in actual combat, with sharpened blades, Okita could defeat you easily."
That was, after all, a top-tier fighter with a genuine protagonist buff. The fact that he still respected the laws of physics was already restraint enough.
As for Heiji Hattori, Karasawa could only say that he had truly worked hard and was already