Okugoro kept explaining what had happened to him, repeatedly begging Fujiwara Genshin to give him a chance to fight him.
Seto, in his arms, looked up at Okugoro. This was the first time she had ever seen him beg so desperately, with such humility. In Buzen, Okugoro had always been an aloof swordsman who thought himself above everyone else.
"Lord Genshin, please grant me a match!"
Okugoro spread his arms and pleaded with Fujiwara Genshin.
"..."
Fujiwara Genshin looked at the pair before him with a strange expression, then glanced at the onlookers around them and fell silent.
After they had been at a standstill for quite some time, Okugoro asked once more. Fujiwara Genshin finally spoke, looking thoroughly troubled. "Your perverted situation... leaves me no room to get involved at all!"
"Huh? No! Even though things have turned out like this..."
"My conviction that I hate women... remains unchanged! My heart belongs only to the sword." Okugoro took a wooden carving from his clothes. It was something Fujiwara Genshin had given him years ago, and he had kept it with him ever since.
"Lord Genshin, please cross swords with me!"
"..."
Fujiwara Genshin looked conflicted. There was no glory in winning a fight against someone in this state! He cared greatly about his reputation and didn't want to tarnish it.
"I won't fight! This can hardly be called a fair duel between swordsmen!" With that, Fujiwara Genshin stopped paying attention to him and headed straight for the residence.
"Wait, Lord Genshin! If Seto and I separate, will you agree to duel me?"
Seeing Fujiwara Genshin about to leave, Okugoro hurriedly reached out and asked.
"Oh? Can you two even separate?"
To be honest... Fujiwara Genshin was curious about their condition too. The world was full of wonders!
"Of course.