“Yes, yes, Yuiitsu-oneechan. A Kihara would do this at a time like this!!”

A large change came over all the graphs in the room.

With the graphs reflected in her eyes, the short girl raised her middle finger and shouted.

“I’m gonna rattle all the carbon dioxide in your body and burst all the fucking blood
vessels in your body!! ...Now that was nice and Kihara-like!!”

“No.”

As Kihara Enshuu charged forward in attack, the helmeted man calmly reached for the
buttons of his coat.

Inside was...

“A convex shaped charge landmine!?”

“This is what it means to be a Kihara.”

He unhesitatingly detonated it.

A shaped charge landmine was a landmine created such that the blast went in a certain
direction. If you wanted to punch a hole in the armor of a tank or other armored weapon,
you could attach explosives to a crater-like concave sheet which would focus the explosive
power in a single direction. If instead you wanted to spread the explosive blast over a wide
area, you could attach the explosives to a mountain-like convex sheet which would spread
the blast out in a fan shape. That kind was primarily used for anti-personnel mines that
had to take out as many people at once as possible and they often had many small metal
balls stuffed inside.

The helmeted man had held a convex shaped charge landmine under his coat.

Five hundred balls were scattered in a fan-shaped blast with a range of three hundred
meters and an overall width of two hundred meters.

(Is he insane...!?)

The Kouga were knowledgeable in the use of explosives, so Oumi Shuri’s breath caught in
her throat.

Shaped charged were made so the destructive force was aimed in a certain direction. In
other words, in the other direction, one would not be harmed by the explosive. However,
everything had a limit. If you were holding the mine when it detonated, there was no way
you would escape unscathed.

Or at least, that was the case in the world of common knowledge that had nothing to do
with supernatural powers.

“...Damn, she got away,” muttered the helmeted man.

The edges of his coat had been blown away. As if to explain his survival, a bent metal sheet
fell from his chest, but that was of course nowhere near enough to protect him from a
blast of that magnitude.

“I may have been too close. I guess I drew her in too much. At the base of the fan, the
danger zone gets smaller to the left and right.”

The helmeted man turned toward the unconscious Kumokawa Maria and then turned
toward Oumi Shuri. She held up her kunai.

“Don’t. You cannot defeat me with that.”

“...”

“Oh, I wasn’t looking down on you. In fact, I’m saying that you have too much strength
to kill me.”

His logic made no sense.

-Shinyaku Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 4 Main.12