It was an extremely resounding slap.
Richard raised his head blankly and looked at the bright red handprint on his father's face before him.
"Father, why are you doing this to yourself? Don't, don't, Father!"
Richard threw himself at Mr. Eisen, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said urgently:
"Father, please don't hurt yourself. Hit me if you have to."
"All right."
"..." Richard.
Smack!
Richard's vision blurred and his head spun. He fell onto his backside, a bright red handprint appearing on his cheek as well.
Smack!
Another crisp crack rang out, and a handprint appeared on the other side of Mr. Eisen's face.
Seeing this, Richard immediately realized what was about to happen again and cried out:
"Ah!"
Smack!
Thud!
Before Richard could get up, he took another slap on the other cheek and could only fall back onto his backside.
Mr. Eisen raised his hand toward his own face again:
Smack!
"No, Father!"
Smack!
"Ah!"
Mr. Eisen might not have known the saying, "A son's failings are his father's fault," but that did not stop him from illustrating its meaning now.
And so, Mr. Eisen struck himself first each time, then Richard. Richard howled under the blows until he finally tapped into his potential, rolled sideways, and scrambled on all fours, trying to get up and escape the living room. But a voice came from behind him, bringing him profound despair:
"Order-Cage."
"..." Richard.
Richard's entire body was restrained and dragged back in front of Mr. Eisen.
"Father..."
Thump! Mr. Eisen punched himself in the chest.
Thump! Richard also took a punch to the stomach.
Thump!
Thump!
Richard was beaten until he threw up all the watered-down milk tea he had drunk before coming home.
Finally, his father stopped. Richard thought it was all going to