Yoriichi raised the hatchet in his hand and charged straight at Tsugikuni Kuuga, the roast chicken in his other hand still swaying nonstop.
This kid was interesting. He had come at him with a blade right away. Tsugikuni Kuuga sat calmly by the door, unhurriedly watching someone swing a hatchet at him.
Seeing that Tsugikuni Kuuga did not dodge, Yoriichi lost some of his nerve. He had only meant to scare him, so the hatchet stopped right in front of Tsugikuni Kuuga's forehead.
"Are you an idiot?! Someone is hacking at you with a blade, and you don't even dodge."
"I knew you wouldn't be able to bring it down, kid!"
"I have a name, you big demon!"
"And get out of here already. You're not welcome here!"
Yoriichi handed the roast chicken to his younger brother and walked into the wooden house. Before long, Tsugikuni Kuuga's bedding was thrown out from inside.
"You really think this is your own home? You've got some nerve!"
Tsugikuni Kuuga caught the bedding and retorted loudly, "I may be lacking in talent, but I do have thick skin. What are you going to do about it!"
A shameless man was invincible.
"Can't be bothered with you. Get out of here already, or I'll splash you with water!" Yoriichi threatened.
"Stop arguing. We can talk this out!" Muichiro tried to mediate.
"I told you, Muichiro's 'Mu' means useless. You're such trash—are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Yoriichi snapped.
After hearing that, Muichiro fell silent. Then, carrying the food, he went into the wooden house.
Tsugikuni Kuuga set the bedding aside. This kid might have been trying to protect his younger brother, but his words were truly harsh. Why did it feel so strangely familiar?
Suddenly, Yoriichi stood in the doorway holding a basin