Killer B, who had been locked in a standoff with his beloved big brother nearby, was distracted for a moment when he heard the commotion behind him.
Damn it! I want a drink too! Omoi, you useless guy, damn it!
How could A, battle-hardened through countless fights, possibly miss such an obvious opening?
Over the years, he had no idea how many sparring sessions he had gone through with Killer B. He knew Killer B's moves like the back of his hand!
"B! You actually dared to lose focus! Are you looking down on your big brother?"
"Take this loving heavy blow of mine!"
A instantly exerted force again, violently knocking Killer B's right hand aside with his own before slamming an iron fist straight into Killer B's forehead!
"Bang!"
The moment his fist connected with Killer B's forehead, A immediately felt completely refreshed.
Dipped in beans—awesome!
After taking that heavy blow, Killer B toppled straight toward the ground, feeling as though Brother A before his eyes had started to fly.
Huh? How did Brother A... take off?
Oh... turns out I was the one falling...
Right afterward, A grabbed Killer B and hauled him back up, tossing him into a chair beside them. He fetched another cup for the still-dazed Killer B, ladled out a cup of liquor, and poured it straight into his mouth.
But Killer B instinctively shut his mouth, trying to refuse.
"I'll do it myself!"
But how could A care about that right now? He was immediately displeased.
You little brat, you actually dared not drink the liquor your big brother was feeding you? Were you looking down on your big brother?
"Drink! Damn it, why aren't you drinking?!"
He pressed down with his fingers and palm, forcibly pulling Killer B's jaw open and pouring