"Are you sure you're really okay?" Wataru Takagi looked at Tang Ze's seemingly uninjured wrist, then turned to examine Risa Yoshii, whose tear-streaked face was a mess.
Perhaps due to the adrenaline, Risa Yoshii did not seem to feel any pain yet in the spot on her shoulder where she had been grabbed. But through her torn collar, several deep marks that had already begun to bruise were clearly visible.
Wataru Takagi fell silent for two seconds. Still not quite believing it, he grabbed Tang Ze's wrist, carefully inspected his fingers, then squeezed his arm twice.
There was indeed no redness or swelling anywhere. Even his fingernails were intact; the two- or three-millimeter nails remained smooth and rounded, fully explaining the tears in Risa Yoshii's clothes.
Could someone under twenty really catch a hundred-pound object falling ten meters with bare hands and come away completely unscathed? Wataru Takagi could not help falling into self-doubt.
"I'm really fine." Tang Ze rotated his wrists and elbows, then moved his shoulders up and down. Under everyone's gaze, he spread his hands innocently. "Maybe I just caught her at the right angle."
Though catching someone did require a bit of reaction speed and reflexes, when it came purely to physical strength and durability...
Kyogoku Makoto, who was still tangled up with Sonoko Suzuki in Tokyo, had something to say about that.
"Is that so..." Hitoshi Shiratori observed him skeptically for a while longer before finally shaking his head. "Fine. You'd better come to the hospital with us. Ms. Risa Yoshii needs to be sent over for an examination as well."
She looked mostly unharmed, but she had fallen from a height of over ten meters. Even if someone had unexpectedly saved her, there was no telling whether she had suffered any other injuries.
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