Half an hour later, five people, two dogs, and a panda knelt in neat rows in Sherlock's living room. They all sported the exact same look: an enormous lump on top of their heads.
Meanwhile, Masamichi Yaga sat on the sofa with his arms folded, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, watching the problem children lined up neatly before him from tallest to shortest.
"Explain yourselves! What exactly happened here?"
His expression dark, Masamichi Yaga ground his back teeth as he questioned the row of humanoid creatures before him. At his question, Sherlock and Suguru Geto, the two members of the Old Xia family, were the first to raise their hands and speak in unison.
"Yaga-sensei! I have no idea! I was just getting the birthday party ready! Damn it! Master's Wife (you little pervert), stop copying me!"
Halfway through, the two started going at each other. They happened to be kneeling right next to one another, so before anyone else could even speak, they were already on the verge of another brawl.
Sherlock grabbed that strange lock of Suguru Geto's bangs. Your Uncle Geto showed no restraint either, reaching straight out to yank Sherlock's hair. But your Uncle Sherlock reacted even faster, and a pair of scissors instantly appeared in his free hand...
Watching the two about to launch into another all-out fight, Masamichi Yaga could only feel his blood pressure charging from the soles of his feet straight toward his brain, making his vision go dark again and again.
Almost without hesitation, he gave each of the two troublesome brats another punch. After turning them into M*ckey Mouse and watching them pass out with their upper bodies unsupported, their legs still kneeling and their backsides sticking up, Masamichi Yaga finally let out a long