"If I hadn't given my tacit approval, do you think Azami Nakiri could have returned to Totsuki today?" It was a lie, but as long as Senzaemon Nakiri said it with enough conviction, no one could refute him. After all...
As everyone knew, Totsuki belonged to the Nakiri Family. Only someone bearing the Nakiri surname could become Totsuki's commander.
Sure enough, Gan'an Shinomiya had no response. "..."
It couldn't be helped. After all, every family had different ways of raising their children. Take the Shinomiya Family, for instance—they selected their heir through a method akin to raising venomous insects. Then there was the Doma Family. On the surface, they had thrown Sogo Doma, that prodigal son, out of the family, but behind the scenes?
"Commander Shinomiya..." Seeing that the other party remained silent, Senzaemon Nakiri continued, "I admit that your Shinomiya Family is very powerful, but my Nakiri Family isn't weak either..."
"Hehe..." Hearing this, Gan'an Shinomiya finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Brother Nakiri, I've never underestimated your Nakiri Family. Setting everything else aside, just the Great Demon King of Food alone..."
"Don't..." Before he could finish, Senzaemon Nakiri couldn't help but interrupt. "I'm already old. This is the era of the young..."
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Sogo Doma.
Sogo Doma: "..."
Why was he looking at him? He had been so low-key...
"Come to think of it..." To avoid drawing too much attention to himself, Sogo Doma could only forcibly change the subject. "Old Nakiri, aren't you about the same age as Commander Shinomiya?"
Gan'an Shinomiya: "..."
Was this mocking him for being old? Unfortunately, the words admitting old age did not exist in his dictionary!
"That's right..." Yet before he could say anything, Senzaemon Nakiri picked up the thread. "We old men are