The more Shizuka Hiratsuka looked, the more something felt off. If she hadn't personally checked and found that someone's heartbeat had genuinely stopped, she would have realized it much sooner. Think about it—if Sogo Doma had really been beaten half to death by her punch, why wasn't there a single mark on his face? Although crimson blood stained the corner of his mouth, there was only that tiny smear of red...
"Internal... internal injuries..." Sogo Doma, who was "playing dead," desperately searched for an excuse. "Don't be fooled by how I look like I'm, I'm completely fine. In reality, your punch had already penetrated deep into my body. Leaving everything else aside, this mouthful of blood curd stew—cough, cough, blood—that I spat out is proof."
"Blood curd stew?"
"..." Sogo Doma's expression stiffened. "What I mean is, men should treat the blood they shed as edible blood curd stew. Only then can they become braver with every battle..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you a vampire?" Shizuka Hiratsuka broke into a cold sweat.
"Anyway..." Sogo Doma said, "the power of your iron fist was astonishing. Just think, I spun around so many times in midair..."
"You even remembered how many times you spun?" Even though his heart had stopped, Shizuka Hiratsuka grew increasingly suspicious of him.
"..." Seeing that, Sogo Doma hurriedly said, "A life review! It was a life review! When I was pasted against the wall, a life review flashed through my mind! Those were memories from just before death, which was why I knew I'd spun around so many times. Think about it, my heart had just stopped beating..."
"..." He had even brought up a life review. Shizuka Hiratsuka felt like she had no way to refute that. After all, memories flashing before one's death... Wait a