Haganezuka landed hard on his backside.
The mask on his face nearly flew off.
He was utterly stunned. This brat's body... was it made of iron?!
Xia Xi, meanwhile, looked at the reckless swordsmith in bewilderment.
What had this man just said again?
Granted, Haganezuka's physical fitness was indeed among the best an ordinary person could achieve.
But compared to Xia Xi... even if he were ten times stronger, he would still fall far short.
Seeing no red name above the man's head to mark him as hostile,
Xia Xi asked casually, "What was that? Throwing yourself at me the moment you arrived?"
Still furious, Haganezuka pointed at the bed and shouted, "You stabbed Tetsujin!"
Xia Xi: ?
Huh? When did I hurt him... uh, if we're talking about surgery, then from a certain perspective, I suppose that did count as 'stabbing' him.
Haganezuka's voice was so loud
that Kotetsu, who had fallen over earlier, sniffled and looked ready to burst into tears.
Tetsujin, lying on the bed, hurriedly explained, "It's all a misunderstanding! Lord Dawn Hashira was treating my illness. He didn't hurt me!"
"Hotaru, you've misunderstood him."
Haganezuka instinctively snapped back in anger, "How many times have I told you not to call me that?!"
Then he looked at Xia Xi again.
The boy, nearly a generation younger than him, didn't seem to have anything vicious about him.
Nor was he holding any sharp weapon.
Could it be... that I really got it wrong?
Not long before, just after dawn, Mr. Hotaru had come to his door and woken him.
He had said something about his good friend Tetsujin needing to recuperate for a while.
Something about waiting for his wound to heal.
And asking him to look after him more often...
Still half asleep at the time,