To clear both his own name and that of the Kondo Dojo, Toshiro Hijikata was really going all out! However... Utaha Kasumigaoka and the others thought about the powerful blast just now—the heat wave they had felt from so far away, the deafening roar, and the smoke that still had not dispersed... And he was still calling this a performance? Who was he trying to fool?
Just as they were internally grumbling, a somewhat anxious female voice came from within the smoke. "Mr. Katsura!"
"Cough, cough..." A bout of violent coughing followed the woman's voice. "Elisaki, I-I'm fine..." Utaha Kasumigaoka and the others: "..." That hadn't even killed him?!
Though they thought that, they unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. Not everyone could watch a life vanish before their eyes without feeling anything... Unlike Sogo Doma and Toshiro Hijikata, who both acted as if it had nothing to do with them. Hijikata was even still thinking about how to brush off the bomb Katsura had produced. Their dojo was a respectable dojo—how could there possibly be bombs there?
Not just those two—even the surviving, uninjured members showed no sign of nervousness...
"Pfft..." Toshiro Hijikata even spat lightly, thinking, I already knew Katsura couldn't possibly be hurt, but hearing his voice still pisses me off... Not content with just thinking it, he muttered, "Good people die young, while disasters live for a thousand years!" Hearing this, Sogo Doma said, "Mr. Hijikata, isn't this simply the law that no one gets hurt when there's smoke?" Shizuka Hiratsuka and Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..." What the hell was this law about no injuries from smoke? If such a law really existed, explosives would never have become weapons of war!
Still... looking at the thick smoke before them, then recalling the conversation coming from within