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"Don't understand?" Seeing everyone's baffled expressions, Sogo Doma chuckled and explained, "Katsura, if hitting someone in the face counts as fighting dirty, why don't you look in a mirror and check out your own face?" Toshiro Hijikata and the others: "..." That counted too?

"What do you mean?" Kotaro Katsura was thoroughly confused.

"Katsura!" Before Sogo Doma could speak, Isao Kondo had already been guided by the others into seeing what Katsura currently looked like. "What happened to you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Uh..." Sogo Doma, who had been intent on showing off his true abilities, naturally wasn't about to surrender the right to speak so easily. Pretending to ponder, he said, "Katsura, should I say you look pale, or should I say your face is pitch-black?" Kotaro Katsura: "???" Could pale and pitch-black even be used together?

Everyone: "..." That was actually true... If one said Kotaro Katsura looked pale, it was obvious from the parts of him that hadn't been blackened by the explosion—he was completely bloodless.

And if one said his face was pitch-black, that was true as well. Most of his entire face had been soot-blackened by the gunpowder—the claim that he only aimed for faces when fighting somehow made sense, except the face he had hit was his own!

"Mr. Katsura..." Fortunately, Elisaki was beside him. Hearing that, she hurriedly pulled a mirror from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"???" Still unclear on the situation, Kotaro Katsura took the mirror. After one glance, he fell silent for quite some time. Then, he suddenly hurled the mirror to the ground. Smash! With a crisp sound, it shattered completely. Pointing at the fragments, Kotaro Katsura said, "Who's this guy in there?" Everyone: "..." Was he refusing to accept reality?

"Afro..." As everyone mocked him inwardly,