"Azami Nakiri!" Just as Yukinoshita Haruno found herself deeply agreeing, Senzaemon Nakiri flew into a rage. "After being gone for so long, have you still not reflected on what you did? All because of those idiotic ideas of yours..."
"Reflect?" Azami Nakiri cut him off. "Why should I reflect? Under your rule, weak failures can only become corpses beneath the strong. But under mine, as long as the weak obey the strong, they can demonstrate their worth..."
"Enough!" This was probably a clash of ideals. Senzaemon Nakiri truly could not endure it any longer. "What strong? What weak? Before a beautiful jade was polished, it was nothing more than a stone. By your logic, the weak will forever remain weak, while the strong, without being tempered, cannot become truly strong either..."
"No..." Azami Nakiri took over. "But how many stones can actually be polished into beautiful jade?"
"Even if it takes a hundred stones to polish one piece of beautiful jade..." Senzaemon Nakiri said, "this old man would still consider it worthwhile!"
"Heh..." As soon as he finished speaking, Azami Nakiri sneered. "That is merely your way of thinking. As far as I am concerned..."
"Since you say that is merely this old man's way of thinking..." Before the other man could finish, Senzaemon Nakiri said, "then let this old man tell you this as well: your opinion does not matter!"
This was a reminder that Azami Nakiri had already failed. He fell silent, and only after a long while did he say coldly, "Do not be so pleased with yourself. One day, you will regret this!"
"Heh..." Senzaemon Nakiri replied, "What this old man regrets most is what happened back then..." At that point, he suddenly stopped speaking.
"Hmph..." Yet Azami Nakiri seemed to understand what he meant