Gokudera shot Haru an annoyed glance. "No one's managed it yet." He looked at Max. "Yeah, I carry dynamite on my at all times. But I know what I'm doing."

If Haru thought he hadn't considered the dangers, he was wrong. After so many years, Gokudera knew how to handle his weapons and, more importantly, how not to handle them.

He turned his attention back to the fireworks, continuing to accept them from Helena and set them off until they ran out of stuff that would explode or the others decided to call it quits.