"What test-sword killer?" Sogo Doma said helplessly. "I was clearly just accommodating Mr. Hijikata's request..."
"When did I ever ask you to do that?!"
"Ugh..." Sogo Doma held the sword in one hand and pointed at his cheek with the other, feigning innocence. "It was to keep Mr. Hijikata from being seen as a petty man..."
"Why would I be seen as a petty man?!"
"Because Mr. Hijikata just judged a gentleman's heart with a petty man's mind..." Sogo Doma explained. "I clearly wasn't planning to do anything—no, I should say I was trying to help, yet Mr. Hijikata had already assumed I wanted to harm someone..."
"Sogo..." Hearing this, Toshiro Hijikata seemed to feel guilty. He first let out a low groan before looking up at the other man in grief and indignation. "Before saying something like that, move the sword away first! That's no reason to hold a sword to my neck, is it?!"
"How isn't it?" Sogo Doma retorted. "If I didn't do something, wouldn't that confirm the fact that you judged a gentleman's heart with a petty man's mind, Mr. Hijikata? But if you commit seppuku now, or if I kill you, then it proves your guess was right—I really did want to kill you..."
"..." Toshiro Hijikata's eye twitched again. "That sounds pretty reasonable... You think I'd say that? You've already put a sword to my neck, and you're still making such a lame excuse..." Utaha Kasumigaoka and Shizuka Hiratsuka: "..." Were these two performing some kind of comedy routine?
It wasn't funny at all! How could anyone actually slash someone to death right in front of them? Even if he was ignoring them, there had to be a limit!
This wasn't some period drama movie...
"Oh dear..." Yet just as the two women were