Ran Mouri hesitantly accepted the gloves. She wasn't an amateur—wasn't this a little unfair?
Still, if it could help her relieve stress...
She put on the gloves, looked at the red-marked leather target, and slowly imagined it was Shinichi Kudo's face.
"Shinichi!" she shouted, making Conan, who had been glaring viciously at Hideaki Nakajima, jump. "Where the hell did you run off to, you bastard?!"
"Thump!" The sponge-filled target let out a dull sound from the blow. The machine seemed to freeze for two or three seconds before a bright red "400" flashed above it, accompanied by a heavy march.
Hideaki Nakajima, who had been planning to wait for the delicate high school girl to throw a weak punch before stepping in to offer gentle guidance: "!!!"
"Four hundred..." Yushin Takeshita swallowed. "That's the machine's upper limit!"
Ran Mouri let out a breath, happily took off the gloves, and handed them to Tangze. "I feel much better! Here, your turn, Tangze."
Sonoko Suzuki clapped her hands, thrilled by her best friend's excellent score. "I knew Ran could do it! Tangze, you can't win this time!"
Tangze gave the gloves an odd look, then gave Conan—who had been thoroughly frightened by Ran Mouri—another odd look before slowly slipping his hands into them.
Conan was still trembling slightly, intimidated by Ran Mouri's earth-shattering punch.
She was so angry. If it had been him standing there and taking that punch...
Before he could break free from his mental image of blood and flesh flying everywhere, he noticed Tangze looking as though he was holding back laughter.
Huh? Why was he... Ah! Conan slapped his forehead and poked Sonoko Suzuki sadly.
"What is it?" Sonoko Suzuki lowered her head in confusion.
"Tangze... told me before, big brother," Conan said, unable to bear watching any