"Why are you laughing again?" Higashino Kanade glared at Ryougi Sakura.
"Um... I beat Naruto up too."
"You both beat up the same Naruto?"
"Y-Yeah... no, they were different Shadow Clones."
"Let me say this again: I'm not joking. Is Master acting all chuuni really that funny?" Higashino Kanade angrily punched the floor.
"Master, we've undergone rigorous training. No matter how funny something is, we won't laugh... unless we can't hold it in."
"Pfft—Hahahaha!"
Grea was already rolling around on the bed with laughter.
"Forget all of it, right now!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Three hand chops later, Higashino Kanade dealt a dimensionality-reduction strike to his disciples. Only then did they behave and stop laughing.
Ungrateful disciples! Every last one of them wants to piss me off to death... Higashino Kanade covered his stomach with one hand, feeling as if his lifespan had been cut short by ten years. Today, he finally understood Waver's pain. They said disciples were their master's little cotton-padded jackets, but these three ungrateful disciples were practically their grandfather's thermal vest.
"You haven't shown that recording to anyone else, have you?" Higashino Kanade asked coldly.
"Not yet. But Sister Ryougi probably has a backup. She watched it live," Grea weakly raised her hand to remind him.
Higashino Kanade snorted and pulled out his phone, calling Ryougi Shiki.
Beep—beep—
"...Kanade, do you know it's nighttime in Japan right now? I just got the children to sleep, and your call woke them all up."
Ryougi Shiki's voice on the other end was clearly irritated.
"Um... Shiki, you should have a backup of last night's recording, right? Could you seal it away and let me deal with it when I get home?" Higashino Kanade asked carefully.
Bastard Master... The three disciples simultaneously made faces at Higashino Kanade, deeply despising how