Haruki Kitahara had thought he was merely chasing away a harmless little lamb, only to provoke a tiger in sheep's clothing. He vaguely regretted his recklessness, but things had already come this far, so he could only force himself to say, "Since your friend is fine, then give up the seat to..."
At this point, he could only cling to the righteousness of giving up seats. Yet just as he spoke, Sogo Doma cut in again:
"I think I know what you want to say. That the elderly and frail should be the ones enjoying these free public resources..." Sogo Doma glanced at the gray-haired man whose expression had already darkened, and got a rough idea of the situation.
"That's right..." Haruki Kitahara breathed a sigh of relief. Though he had no idea why this pretty boy was steering things in his favor, that did not mean he would let the opportunity pass. "But isn't that true? Even kindergarten children know that you should give up your seat for the elderly..."
"You're right about all that, but where is the elderly person here?" Before he could finish, Sogo Doma asked with a "puzzled" expression, "Kid, don't tell me you're saying this big brother is elderly and frail?" As he spoke, he pointed at the gray-haired man before him.
"Kid, take a good look at this big brother's powerful pectorals, then look at his straight back and thick arms and legs. Elderly and frail? I'd bet that with a body like yours, you couldn't even take one punch from this big brother..." Before Sogo Doma finished, the gray-haired man's face had already gone from stormy to sunny. He looked quite pleased.
In truth, the gray-haired man was not that old, only around fifty or sixty. But people that age feared nothing