After the old man left, Kamikawa Takumi turned to Fang Cheng. "If you want to take the divine sword, you'll have to prove you're capable."
Fang Cheng frowned. "What, you want to throw a few punches with me?"
"Exactly."
Kamikawa Takumi smiled. "Only a hero can wield the divine sword. In the hands of some nobody, its power would be disgraced."
Fang Cheng glanced at Kamikawa Takumi's hand resting on the sword's scabbard. "At least you know your place. Let go."
Kamikawa Takumi glanced at Fang Cheng's hand on the scabbard, too. "I meant you."
"Then why haven't you let go?"
"If I let go just because you told me to, wouldn't that make me lose face?"
"Aren't you a nobody? What do you need face for?"
"My face can convince the shrine not to lend you the divine sword."
"What kind of skill is that? If you've got guts, get the shrine to give me the sword."
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
"No. You obviously are one."
"I only said something offhand, and you believed me. Doesn't that make you look more like the idiot?"
"How can you be so sure I believed you?"
"How do you know I was sure?"
They stared each other down and spoke in unison. "Your mouth stinks. Did you eat shit for breakfast? X2"
"..."
The verbal sparring came to an end. Each decided the other was a tough opponent to deal with.
Kamikawa Takumi let go first, unafraid Fang Cheng would take the sword. "Back to business. If you want the divine sword, you'll have to beat me. Otherwise, no matter how much you offer, the shrine won't lend it to you."
As soon as he saw Kamikawa Takumi let go, Fang Cheng yanked hard, but Dojigiri Yasutsuna didn't