Kotaro Katsura was a deeply contradictory guy. Even Sogo Doma found it hard to figure out what was going through his mind. Put simply, when he was serious, he could be reliable—but he could also be an airhead while being serious. And when he was an airhead, he was truly an airhead... Like right now, when he could casually admit that the explosives he had made himself were shoddy counterfeit goods. Sogo Doma did not even know where to begin mocking him—there were just too many things to mock!
"Katsura..." Seeing even Sogo fall silent, Toshiro Hijikata really wanted to cover his face and pretend he did not know the man. "Forget whether they're counterfeit or not. Looking at you right now, never mind defeating some Great Demon King—you'd have trouble even going to work, wouldn't you?"
"Tsk, tsk..." Kotaro Katsura shook a finger again. "Is traitor Hijikata underestimating me? How could such a trivial injury possibly hinder me?"
"Um..." Toshiro Hijikata pointed at him. "Katsura, your arm is still bleeding."
"..." Kotaro Katsura fell silent for a while. "This is ketchup. Ketchup meant to numb your senses, so that traitors like you would think I had been severely injured and lower your guard..."
"You just told us!" Before he could finish, Toshiro Hijikata roared. Shizuka Hiratsuka and the others: "..." They had thought Doma was already impossible not to mock, but now they discovered that someone could actually provide even more material for mockery than him. There was always someone greater out there!
"Tch..." Kotaro Katsura spat lightly. "Did I say it? Actually, I did that on purpose. Traitor Hijikata, do you think I'm truly injured right now? Or am I faking it? If I really am injured, then this is your only chance, traitors, to take me down!"