Simple-minded people weren't scary. People who didn't care about saving face weren't scary either. But someone who was both simple-minded and determined to have no shame, and who happened to be acquainted with you—once they came looking for help, that was downright terrifying...
And what made these people terrifying was:
"Gay, before your samurai soul starts crying, let go already!" Zero shame...
"Sogo, a samurai must persevere even when the odds are one in a million. Even if he has to use his body, his willpower, his resolve..." An absolute master of spouting nonsense!
"So this is why you're clinging to someone else's leg?" Sogo Doma yanked hard at his foot. The facts proved that unless he was willing to tear his pants, he might not be able to get free.
"Whether it's clinging to a thigh or being misunderstood, once a samurai has set his goal..."
"You sure it's a misunderstanding?" Sogo Doma's deadpan expression returned.
"Before achieving his goal, even if he ends up covered in mud..." Katsura, Nonsense, Taro.
"Gay, it's just a bunch of JKs chasing their dreams. Are you really going this far?"
"Sogo, they're more than just high school girls. I saw light in them—dazzling light..."
"That was the spotlight..." Doma, Science Guy, Sogo.
"It wasn't any spotlight. It was the radiance bursting forth from their souls, dazzling and warm, just like married women..." Katsura offered his analogy.
"Don't expose your fetish at a time like this!" Sogo Doma pressed at his temples. He no longer knew whether this guy really wanted to persuade him.
"Married women aren't a fetish. It's a conviction!" When it came to this subject, Kotaro Katsura became much more serious... as if!
"..." That sort of seriousness left Sogo Doma silent for a long while before he finally said