listen up little bro, it takes 520 pounds of weight to crush a human skull. thats 2,300 newtons of force, which is about double the amount of strength a regular humans hand can muster. but we aint regular so i want you to crush some poor fuckers skull.
“ what the fuck did you say the other shit for? i didn’t need to know that. ” it was clear to anyone that niji wasn’t exactly enthused by this info, a dull expression as his resting and newspaper’s page flipped with an equal amount of intrigue. maybe if the point was said at the start, little brother over here would be more interested in what you had to say.
he decided to ignore ichiji for a little while more, sifting through thin pages that threaten to fall and make a mess with each turn. he doesn’t get why it’s designed like this, with each page held together only by the one in front… god, he hated it. if there could be daily denden mushi broadcasts, it’d make his life so much easier. pulling one page out ( it didn’t take long for him to get bored of it ) and crumpling it up, he threw it right at ichiji’d face aaaaand… bullseye. a direct hit. now that that’s over with, he’ll finally ask the important question: “ who d’you want me to kill? i’m not just gonna hurt random people for no reason like you. ”