"Sogo, those were just trivial matters!" Faced with the questioning, Kotaro Katsura always had his own theories. "Anyone who fussed too much over such minor things could never set foot upon the path of the samurai..."
"Sorry, but I never said I was a samurai." Sogo Doma rolled his eyes.
"I never acknowledged you as a samurai either. After all, a samurai would never resort to something as despicable as poisoning..."
"Even though I don't consider myself a samurai or anything, I still have to say this: when dealing with enemies, there's no such thing as fair or unfair. If it works, it works..." Sogo Doma chuckled again.
"Even if others despise your methods, you would still insist on that?" Katsura asked coldly.
"Gay, you seem to have forgotten something. I'm not just a mental patient—I'm also a minor. As a minor, even if I used illegal weapons to take out my enemies, no one could say anything. After all, when a minor faced so many vicious-looking thugs, preserving his own safety had to be the top priority..."
"Are you sure those people could be called vicious-looking in front of you?" Kotaro Katsura felt the corner of his eye twitch.
"Come on, even if I got taken to court over something like that, it wouldn't be up to me to decide. It would be up to the judge and jury... Besides, although I said that releasing a little Sarin Gas could deal with them, I didn't actually do that..."
"Wait, you mean you didn't poison them?" Kotaro Katsura asked, stunned.
"Uh, cleaning it up would've been too troublesome, so I couldn't be bothered. Besides, there was more than one way to deal with those guys. Didn't I just say it? That guy's positioning was too perfect, and his movement was