Tsuchi Elbow Strike

Hino, speechless, hurriedly attempted to swing his knife around, but he was too late.
Tsuchimikado had tread to practically zero distance, and he turned his waist to swing
his arm around with all his body weight. Rather than a thrown fist like a brawl, he
brought his elbow out and unleashed an elbow strike at Hino’s chest. With one full-
power attack, he could even crush his ribs and pierce his lungs. It appeared to Kamijou
as nothing less than a technique meant to kill.
Hino Jinsaku...
...as Tsuchimikado’s hammer-like elbow strike approached his defenseless chest...
...in an unbelievable twist, brought up his crushed left wrist to block Tsuchimikado’s
heavy attack.
A sound similar to someone chewing up rotten fruit was heard.

Kamijou’s eyes snapped shut. Despite turning his face away out of reflex, a splash of
some kind of lukewarm fluid flew onto his cheek.
Once again, he came to doubt Hino Jinsaku’s sanity.
The pure revulsion caused his feet to quiver. An unpleasant sensation swept through all
ten of his fingertips. “Ghee-hee!” came Hino’s delightful laugh, and that was when
Kamijou realized this was a psychological tactic as well. He had presented Tsuchimikado
with a scene that he would reflexively avert his eyes from even though he knew he
shouldn’t, and he had made him stop moving.
The crescent knife sliced through the air not a moment later.
“Tsuchimikado!” shouted Kamijou, unable to return his face to the horrifying scene.
A loud noise rang out.
The sound was not the slash of a knife but the impact of an elbow strike.
“Ah?” Kamijou accidentally made a stupid-sounding grunt and opened his eyes.
Tsuchimikado hadn’t flinched at all. He hadn’t averted his eyes. He hadn’t let his body
lock up. He stared squarely and honestly at the enemy right in front of them and without
hesitation had rammed his hammer-like elbow into the man’s face.
“So what?” he taunted on top of all that.
He grinned. It wasn’t an insane smile, or a broken smile, or a relieved smile. He asked
this with only his usual, ordinary, normal, everyday smile.
It hadn’t affected him.
It hadn’t affected him in even the slightest, most minuscule way.
After Hino’s body took the brunt of the sublime elbow strike, it flew backward like it had
been hit by the full swing of a metal bat. He flew two meters without bouncing. His body,
now a wreck, rolled across the floor, slammed into the cabinet, and finally came to a
stop.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 4, Chapter 2 Part 6