"Beep, beep, beep..." Perhaps because everyone's silence had made the Kondo Group unusually quiet, but in this environment, even the previously imperceptible ticking of the timer had become crystal clear.
Ten, nine, eight...
"Hahaha..." Watching the numbers on the timer grow smaller and smaller, Kotaro Katsura became even more smug. "Hijikata, let go of Sogo already. Otherwise, when the countdown is about to hit zero, heh heh..." Toshiro Hijikata: "..." So what if it hit zero?
Not just Hijikata—even Otae, Shizuka Hiratsuka, and Utaha Kasumigaoka wanted to... They could not even be bothered to roll their eyes anymore. So what if it hit zero?
After saying all that, anyway, that guy called Katsura or whatever was not going to throw the bomb over here...
"Do not say I didn't warn you..." As everyone was silently mocking him, Kotaro Katsura threw out a pompous phrase. "If you don't want to be scared again, then let Sogo go—"
Boom! Unfortunately, before he could finish, the spherical bomb in his hand once again demonstrated to Hijikata and the others what true art was!
"That Katsura..." Toshiro Hijikata merely said gloomily. Of course, there was another sentence he did not say afterward.
Sure enough, his condition is acting up again.
"No..." Sogo Doma shook his head. "Mr. Hijikata, you only saw the first layer. Katsura thought I was on the second layer with him, but little did he know that I'd already reached the stratosphere!"
"So Katsura's true body really is his hair..."
"..." The corner of Toshiro Hijikata's eye twitched. "Hold it. You reached the stratosphere just to see this? And weren't you going to explain why Katsura's true body is actually his hair?"
"Tsk, tsk..." Sogo Doma wagged a finger. "Mr. Hijikata, didn't I already make it very clear? Katsura looks injured,