"Mr. Hijikata, do you understand now just how much thought I put into Yamazaki?" Sogo Doma declared. So what if Shizuka Hiratsuka knew a little about evolution?
She had no idea what truly made someone strong. Forget her—even if Darwin himself came back to refute him, Sogo Doma could get there first and nail his coffin shut. "And don't think losing a few hairs now is anything unusual. Look on the bright side—if Mr. Hijikata keeps getting stronger, all his hair will fall out sooner or later. Then you won't have to worry about hair loss anymore." Toshiro Hijikata: "..." Was that supposed to be comforting?
That was absolutely not comforting! Sure, at his age, losing hair wasn't much of a big deal. Weren't plenty of middle-aged men sporting bald spots?
But...
"Hiss..." Hijikata took a deep drag on his cigarette. Understanding was one thing, but when it actually came down to it, he still found it hard to accept—he even resisted it!
It was like death. Even though everyone knew that
"all people must die," how many could truly face death calmly when it arrived? Unfortunately, even though Shizuka Hiratsuka only knew the barest basics of evolution, she still noticed something was off. Most importantly, she saw Utaha Kasumigaoka lower her head completely. That was far too unlike her usual behavior. Combined with Sogo Doma's seemingly logical yet deeply suspicious explanation... Well, it wasn't really Utaha Kasumigaoka's fault. Though she was black to the core when cut open, that didn't mean she possessed perfect acting skills or control over her expressions. Holding herself back so this entertaining situation could continue had been hard on her too!
In fact, if Shizuka Hiratsuka hadn't found that bastard Doma's explanation suspicious, she might not have noticed those slight irregularities either. No, rather,