How crazy could fans—or fan behavior—really get? Sogo Doma glanced at Kotaro Katsura, who was clinging to his leg. At most, they were probably like this guy, right? Or perhaps even worse?
"Sogo, even if you don't care who wins in the Shinomiya Family, if you leave it to me, I guarantee those three younger brothers of Kaguya Shinomiya's will never see another sunrise..."
"Katsura, Oko Shinomiya and the others might even be older than you..." Sogo Doma felt another black line appear on his forehead.
"All the better. With the aging population being so serious these days, rather than letting them consume social resources when they get old..." Kotaro Katsura drew a finger across his neck. "Better deal with them early!"
"Katsura, and you still say you haven't bet on Kaguya Shinomiya?" Sogo Doma couldn't help saying.
"Sogo, what if I handed the bomb to Kaguya Shinomiya?" Kotaro Katsura shot back.
"Don't worry, you won't be able to deliver it. The Kondo Group members have basically all received bomb-disposal training..."
Kotaro Katsura: "..."
"After saying all that, how am I supposed to bet on anyone else!?"
"Aren't those just routine inspections? Katsura, even if it's Oko Shinomiya and the others..."
"Other than people from your Kondo Dojo, where else in this country is there anyone who can smell my bombs!?" Kotaro Katsura released his grip on Sogo's leg and scratched his head with both hands.
"Customs, airports, the Shinkansen..." Sogo Doma answered without hesitation. Did he seriously think security checks were just for show?
"I mean delivering it into their hands—their hands!"
"You're going in person?"
"For my ideals!" Kotaro Katsura declared resolutely.
"Wasn't your ideal to become Prime Minister?" Sogo Doma broke into a cold sweat.
"Achieving that ideal requires support from the financial conglomerates. The Shinomiya Family—if